Yingbao was at a loss.
Marriage was for a woman's parents to decide, how could an outsider interfere?
Moreover, Chuchu was not young. It was indeed time for her to be married.
"Why not try talking to my master?" Yingbao suggested to her.
In her view, Mrs. Wen was a highly respected elder woman here and was best suited to discuss this matter with Chuchu's father.
"However, Chuchu, I think my master may at most help you postpone for half a year. After the autumn harvest, you will still have to return home with your father." That was the truth.
Chuchu was already sixteen this year, and once the new year passed, she would be seventeen. Indeed, in the countryside, there were very few girls aged sixteen or seventeen who were not married yet.
Chuchu pulled a face, nodded, and immediately dragged Yingbao off in search of Mrs. Wen.
Mrs. Wen was quite open-minded. Seeing Chuchu's determination, she agreed to help her this time.