Shumulu glared at Alhatu with annoyance: "Shut up."

Al-Hatu shut up, thinking to himself, "I don't know when my wife became like this. She was so gentle and considerate to me just two years ago, but now she's always yelling at me, making me feel like I have no status in the family."

Tong Xuewen looked at his father and mother, touched his nose, looked up, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Soon after, Tong Cheng'er arrived with her eldest brother, sister-in-law, third brother, and Liu Shaoyi. The whole family, plus a guest staying there, gathered together for a meal.

Before going to bed that night, Shumulu thought of the increasingly outstanding Liu Shaoyi, and her mind stirred slightly.

“Master, Shao Yi will be out of mourning next year. Although that child didn’t grow up with us, we know him well. He has been with us for several years now. What do you think about betrothing Cheng’er to him in the future?”

Al-Hatu, who had been feeling tired from walking, instantly sobered up upon hearing this: "Cheng'er is still young. It's a bit too early to be making arrangements for her now. Besides, the talent show hasn't even started yet. What's the rush?"

Shumulu thought a bit further ahead: "How can I not be anxious? With our daughter, I don't even need to ask someone to pass on a message to the nobles in the palace when she was selected for the imperial concubine selection. Besides, with her lazy nature, would you be willing to let her marry into a powerful family? She would be miserable. I think Shaoyi is a good choice. Although his parents are both dead, we can help him out since he has no elders. At least our daughter can live comfortably. If Shaoyi doesn't mind, they can live in the mansion after they get married."

Shumulu had a beautiful dream. She couldn't bear to part with her daughter, even though she knew that one day she would be selected for the imperial concubine selection and then get married. In her heart, she hoped that her daughter could be closer to her.

She thought Liu Shaoyi was a good person, and she was also satisfied with his background.

Upon hearing this, Al-Hatu still felt uneasy, but he was not as resistant to the matter as he had been at the beginning. Thinking of the talent show, he said, "There's no rush. My daughter is still young. Let's wait until after the talent show. In any case, we can't let our daughter be the subject of gossip."

The procedures still need to be followed.

Shumulu said, "I know. I'm not thinking that Shaoyi is not young anymore. If it weren't for the mourning period, he would have been married long ago. I'm just afraid that he will be anxious."