"Pan'an, you're a girl. Why are you thinking so much?"
"Your father has his own considerations; it's not for you to worry about."
Inside the horse carriage, another soft, sweet female voice echoed. Through the gap in the opened reed curtain, one could see that, apart from Ouyang Pan'an who had just spoken, there was another beautiful woman of about thirty in the carriage.
Ouyang Zai was nearly seventy years old. But his heart was not old. After his wife passed away when he was in his fifties, he remarried.
"Mother, you're mistaken," Ouyang Pan'an argued. "If one doesn't understand the ways of the world, marrying a military official in times of peace won't lead to a prominent life. It's better to marry a scholar, who is both romantic and well-versed in literature. But in troubled times, one should marry a military official; at least it can ensure temporary safety…"