Hong Ye smiled and said, "Miss Dong is well-known for her talent in both Gusu and Jinling. If her poetry collection were to be published, I'm sure it would sell well."
"I don't know if it will or not, but it's worth a try. There's a ready opportunity now, and it'd be a shame not to use it. Last time she wrote to me, she mentioned her family was choosing a husband for her, and now her father listens to her stepmother, who wants to marry her off to her nephew."
Hong Ye exclaimed, "Miss Dong is indeed so pitiful."
Qin Yuan said, "This is the only way I can help her. If Sixth Master's poetry collection hadn't sold so well this time, I wouldn't have thought of this idea. There aren't many women in the boudoir who excel at poetry, so if someone does, it will certainly earn them fame among the scholars. If Miss Dong's talent becomes widely known, her stepmother might change her mind. Besides, after marriage, the other party might be more wary."
