The next day, Leng Yu Yan went to the back mountain to gather herbs.
As she was gathering herbs, the farmers who grew the medicinal herbs gathered around.
"A Pavilion Master of your standing has been eligible for marriage for three months," one of the female farmers said with a smile. "I have a distant relative who is handsome and exactly twenty years old, a perfect match for you."
"Who do you think our Pavilion Master is, to fancy your distant relative?" laughed a male farmer. "Back in my hometown, there's a nephew of mine who has already attained the status of a Scholar and is preparing for next year's Imperial Examination. What do you think, Pavilion Master?"
Leng Yu Yan smiled and shook her head, raising her hand and touching her forehead's back due to having gathered herbs.
Standing nearby with her hands on her hips, Qiubo said briskly, "Look here everyone, our Pavilion Master is like a Heavenly Immortal. I fear there's no one in this world who can match her."