“You told me in Diyu that you set your matchmaker on fire. Does that mean she never made you a match? I mean, do you have someone waiting for you at home?” Mulan’s mouth curved. She had an idea where this was going now, and she had to press her lips tight to keep from smiling. “I have my parents and my grandmother.” “Would they object if I visited?” “Object?” A laugh tumbled out of her throat. “They might never let you leave.” At that, Shang grinned.