"Father and Mother have chosen the son of the Assistant Minister of Rites for me. His name is Guan Songyuan. He's four years older than me and has already passed the Scholar exams, just waiting to take the metropolitan Imperial Exam next spring." Xue Mianmian twirled a handkerchief around her fingers. "I've spent the past few months by Mother's side, embroidering my wedding dress, pillowcases, and bedcovers, rarely stepping out, let alone entering the palace."
Guan Songyuan…
Shen Yinning had absolutely no impression of this name.
In the Capital, there was no shortage of sons from noble families, and this one was likely just another man with a forgettable face.
She asked curiously, "You're getting married. Does Xue Ling approve?"
