Zhao Anyu had only seen Zhao Erhu a few times when he was little, and it had already been several years since their last meeting, so his memory was somewhat fuzzy. Lin Yue had married Zhao Erhu at the beginning of last year, and Zhao Anyu had not met her yet. However, recalling the high praise that Old Master Zhang had for his sister-in-law compared to Zhao Erhu, he couldn't help but feel a bit curious, wondering what kind of person she might be—whether she had a kind and compassionate appearance or was astute and capable.
When a matron and maids surrounded Lin Yue as she entered, Zhao Anyu saw a delicate and beautiful young woman. Although she seemed petite, her demeanor exuded an air of authority, which was quite unexpected. He had not imagined that the benevolent and intelligent woman Old Master Zhang spoke of would be someone like her. As he was pondering this, he heard the woman speak.