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Chapter 82: Will they get married?

Seeing her so confident, everyone just covered their mouths and smiled.

Only Li Chuyou could discern the true meaning in Zhu Ling's words.

Soon, various small cakes were arranged on the exquisite dessert stand. Due to her professional background, Song Youan naturally had her own set of aesthetic sense in composition, and the effect of arranging them by her was particularly beautiful.

Seeing this, Cuizhu couldn't help but praise, "Young lady, you are so skillful. Miss will definitely like it."

Song Youan smiled and, together with several maids, carried these items to the garden.

"Wow, this thing is really beautiful."

"These little plates and cups are also very exquisite."

"Miss Song, did you arrange all of these yourself?"

As soon as it was placed down, the ladies immediately surrounded it. The gold and silver inlaid tableware and dessert stand made the various small cakes on the plate look even more delicious, and they also echoed the colorful flowers in the garden.

Song Youan nodded with a smile and said softly, "Today, I also prepared milk tea for the ladies, which goes perfectly with cake."

Upon hearing the words "milk tea," everyone else looked on with suspicion, but Zhu Ling's eyes lit up.

"Miss Song, what is milk tea?"

"Is the tea made with goat's milk?"

"Will it taste good? I've never been a fan of goat milk."

The ladies looked at each other, clearly having never heard of milk tea before.

Zhu Ling then said proudly, "The milk tea is delicious. It's very fragrant and sweet, and has a rich and smooth taste. It's different from the tea we usually drink."

Listening to Zhu Ling's eloquent explanation, Li Xiangrong asked, "Sister Ling, you've had it? How come you would keep such a good thing to yourself without inviting us to taste it together?"

"That's right, that's right," the others chimed in.

Although the tone was joking, it also contained a hint of complaint.

Zhu Ling just smiled and said, "Miss Song only gave me a little bit, enough to make a few cups, and I finished it in a few days."

Upon hearing this, Song Youan shook her head helplessly. The milk tea powder she gave Zhu Ling could last her a month if she drank one cup every three days, but now it was all gone.

Fortunately, she controlled the amount she drank; otherwise, with Zhu Ling's drinking habits, she could easily have gained several pounds in a month.

At this moment, the milk tea, brewed with hot water, was brought up on a wooden tray by a bamboo pole. Just by walking over it, the aggressive scent of industrial fragrance wafted everywhere.

Everyone's eyes widened as soon as they took a sniff.

smell good……

"Please take your seats, everyone." Zhu Ling gestured for everyone to sit down. After the young ladies sat around the small round table, there were no empty seats left.

Zhu Ling looked around and said, "Let's squeeze in and let Miss Song sit with us."

Upon hearing this, the young ladies couldn't help but look around at the people beside them, feeling a bit resentful.

Zhu Ling considered Miss Song a friend and wanted to sit with her, but as daughters of noble families, they did not want to lose their dignity by sitting at the same table as a merchant's daughter.

For them, it was acceptable to give Song You'an some gold, silver, or precious items as a gesture of goodwill, and even to speak to her in a more equal and gentle manner. However, if she were to actually cross the class line in her behavior, they would still feel resistant.

No matter how capable you are, you cannot confuse the distinction between superiors and inferiors.

Zhu Ling wasn't that perceptive, but Li Chuyou could sense the awkwardness among everyone. She spoke up at the right moment, "Sister Ling, didn't you just say that the young marquis wanted to thank Miss Song?" After saying that, she gave Cuizhu a look.

Cui Zhu, being clever, seemed to understand Li Chuyou's meaning and quickly lowered her head in agreement: "Miss, then why don't I take Miss Song to the Second Young Master's place?"

Zhu Ling was still a little dazed, but she nodded subconsciously as soon as she got to this point.

Song Youan didn't really want to sit with these young ladies and enjoy tea, so she took the opportunity to leave the garden with Cuizhu.

"Miss Cuizhu, what does the young marquis wish to thank me for?"

On the way, Song Youan asked, puzzled.

Cuizhu said, "It's naturally about the medicated oil. Last time you came to the manor, the second young master didn't see you. He specifically told you to tell him next time you come."

Upon hearing this, Song Youan stopped in his tracks and said, "Madam has already rewarded me for this, so there's no need to go to the young marquis to receive another reward."

As she spoke, she looked up at the sky above. Today marked the start of the rainy season, and the dark clouds seemed to foreshadow an impending downpour.

"It looks like it's going to rain, so I think I'll head back now."

Cuizhu grabbed her arm, saying with difficulty, "Please go, young lady. If you leave halfway, Miss and the Second Young Master will surely blame me."

Before Song Youan could even make up her mind, two figures were walking towards them from a distance.

When Cuizhu saw the newcomer, her eyes lit up, and she quickly raised her voice, saying, "Second Young Master!"

Zhu Zhe was tall and slender, and his long legs brought him to Song You'an in just a few steps. Song You'an recognized the person with him; he was Zhu Lin, the third young master of the Fuyang Marquis's illegitimate son.

"Second Young Master, Third Young Master." Cui Zhu bowed slightly, and Song You'an followed suit.

Zhu Zhe looked at Song You'an with obvious joy in his eyes, and said in a gentle and clear voice, "Miss Song, I've always wanted to thank you."

Song Youan lowered his head and replied softly, "Young Marquis, you are too kind."

"But I don't know what you like, young lady." Zhu Zhe asked earnestly, "Could you tell me?"

Song Youan quickly shook her head: "Young Marquis, there's really no need to be so polite. I'm friends with the Second Miss. It was because the Second Miss was worried about your health that I came up with this idea. If you want to thank someone, you should thank the Second Miss."

Zhu Zhe blinked her bright, watery eyes, momentarily unsure how to respond to Song Youan's words.

Seeing this, Zhu Lin said softly, "Second Brother, since Miss Song has already said so, you don't necessarily have to give her something. It wouldn't look good if word got out that a young man like you, who is not yet married, is giving a girl something."

Zhu Zhe was taken aback, then nodded as if suddenly realizing something: "Third brother is right. It's fine for me as a man, but I'm afraid of tarnishing Miss Song's reputation."

At this point, Zhu Lin looked at Song You'an and asked, "I wonder if you are married?"

Song Youan is already twenty-two years old. In ancient times, someone that age would have been a mother for several years.

Although she did not reveal her age, she clearly looked no longer as young as thirteen or fourteen.

She looked at Zhu Lin and said in a light tone, "Third Young Master, your question is rather abrupt."

"No offense intended, please forgive me, young lady," Zhu Lin said.

Zhu Zhe also said, "My third brother has always been outspoken, Miss Song, please don't be angry."

Song Youan shook her head, not answering the question, but bowing and saying goodbye: "It's going to rain, so I'll take my leave now."

Asking for a monthly ticket.