"Aunt Xiao Yun, do you know anything? Tell Shuangshuang!" Mu Shuangshuang winked at Zhao Yun.
There was no choice, Mu Shuangshuang was curious too. As strange as her little aunt was, who would want her?
Besides, the throat incident hasn't been dealt with yet, and no one knows when it will cause trouble.
Nearby, Yuanbao and Little Zhi held their breaths, staring eagerly at Zhao Yun, just like Mu Shuangshuang, wanting to hear the gossip.
"Oh, this isn't really from me; I heard it from the women in the village.
Your grandmother talked to people, said she found a matchmaker from the neighboring village to arrange a man from town for Xiangxiang, a scholar."
"Pfft~" Mu Shuangshuang couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.
It's not that she looked down on Mu Xiangxiang, but the identity just sounded like a scam.
A scholar from town marrying Mu Xiangxiang, why?
Old Mu Family has no money or power, and someone like Mu Dade, a scholar, is rare even over dozens of villages.
