"What else?" Bai Ruozhu sensed there definitely was some major gossip here.
Tu Ying, somewhat embarrassed, said, "He has a cousin from Beiyu City, a talented lady named Jiao Wushuang, who is now in her twenty-eighth year. Dang Youshen, on the other hand, is already twenty-five but has never married. He only keeps several concubines, and it is said that he's been waiting to marry this cousin of his. But it turns out his cousin greatly admires your second brother, lavishing praise on his poetry during a Poetry Conference."
"So she admires my second brother, just gave him a few compliments?" Bai Ruozhu asked in surprise. If she was an admirer of her second brother, how come she hadn't heard even the slightest rumor about it?
"That seems to be the case, never saw her seeking out your second brother privately." Tu Ying's tone was somewhat sour, and speaking of it as a complete impossibility.