This Little Amount of Silver Isn't Enough

As the theater troupe took the stage, they began singing and performing energetically. Xie Wan was a bit surprised to find that they weren't performing a classic traditional opera piece, but rather a story she had read before. It was the first time she had seen a play based on a written script, and she became engrossed in watching.

Beside her, Sun Yiyi couldn't sit still. Seeing Xie Wan so absorbed, she couldn't help tugging at her sleeve, "Tell me, why is it impossible? Princess Royal likes me a lot. She and my mother have been close friends for years, and our families are on good terms. Brother Jing treats me well too."

Xie Wan looked at her helplessly, "How old is Han Jing?"

Sun Yiyi snorted, "You don't even know how old Brother Jing is? He's just over sixteen, turning seventeen this October."

Xie Wanwanted to sigh again. She asked in a low voice, "Seventeen, how old are most people when they get engaged? Around fifteen?"