Mr. Mu, ever since he left Shuangshuang's aunt's house, has been like a wilted cabbage, looking listless, dragging his feet as he walks.
Shuangshuang knows he's disappointed.
It's not surprising he's disappointed; such a large sum of silver could support the entire Old Mu Family for several years. How could it be easily produced?
If it were Mu Dade's first time taking the exam, it would be understandable, but how many times has he taken it?
Mu Dade became a scholar at fifteen, and now at thirty-one, he's spent sixteen years striving for one title of scholar.
Sixteen years, enough for the poor wife to become a respected woman, yet Mu Dade selfishly insists on taking the exam, asking for fifty silver pieces.
Perhaps his virtues are too poor, even Heaven refuses to let him pass.
Thinking about the Old Mu Family through these years, everyone tightening their belts, and the result is this, Mu Shuangshuang feels it's not worth it.
