Ye Muyu's fingers lightly tapped on the table: "For a young girl, the only thing that can be schemed about is marriage."
"But Ms. Huo has to observe mourning for three years."
"You can still get engaged first, silly girl." Ye Muyu tapped her nose, shaking her head helplessly.
Chu Ziluo's cheeks instantly turned red, and she whispered like a mosquito: "Mother, does that mean someone wants to make things difficult for Ms. Huo regarding her marriage?"
"We'll know when we get to the banquet." Ye Muyu squinted her eyes and said.
Chu Ziluo nodded thoughtfully.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for the flower viewing banquet at the Duke's Mansion.
Early in the morning, Ye Muyu got up to prepare.
Seeing Ye Muyu sitting in front of the dressing mirror taking care of her skin, two quarters of an hour had already passed, Chu Heng glanced at the little Nuanbao in his arms.
He reached out and pinched Nuanbao's ear.
