Yu Qingyi frowned, "So, what do we need to do to attend the birthday feast?"
Yang Zhenshan chuckled, "You don't need to worry about these things, just make sure to wish the Marchioness a happy birthday, and ah, by the way, find a suitable husband for Xue'er!"
Yang Yunxue is already fifteen this year and will turn sixteen after another year.
That's considered an age to be married off already.
Hearing this, Yang Yunxue's cheeks instantly turned bright red.
"Dad!"
"Ha ha, a man should marry when he comes of age, and so should a woman; what's there to be embarrassed about!"
Yang Zhenshan laughed heartily, "You go along and have a look. There should be many gentlemen from different families present. Take a good look, and if you find someone you like, come back and tell me, and I'll help you propose the marriage!"
A daughter will eventually have to marry and leave home.
At this moment, Yang Zhenshan, as a father, was feeling quite complicated.
