Madam Wei's ears felt warm, and she couldn't help but reach out to touch them. Could someone be speaking ill of her behind her back?
"Man'er, Man'er?"
Wang Qiuman snapped out of her own thoughts, looking somewhat bewildered at her, and responded with an "Ah".
"I've called you several times, what were you thinking about so intently?" Madam Wei teased her, "Could it be that you were thinking of Young Master Wei's demeanor?"
Wang Qiuman's face flushed as she shyly replied, "Great-aunt, what are you saying, how could Man'er think that?"
Madam Wei affectionately caressed the dark hair on her head.
"I see that Wei Cheng is quite proper, what do you think? I suppose, if we agree from our side, it won't be long before the House of Marquis Weiyuan sends the official matchmaker to propose a marriage."
