The gongs and drums were beating loudly, like a reminder of life, which made Gu Qingtang feel confused.
The door of the side courtyard creaked open, and the sunlight rushed in, shining on Zhang's mother's face full of tears.
"My lady! Why are you so miserable!" Zhang's mother held an old wedding dress and cried so hard that her voice changed. "Madam, you are too cruel. Today is my lady's big day, and she didn't even give me a better wedding dress!"
Gu Qingtang took the wedding dress and felt that the fabric was very rough. It was far inferior to the wedding dress of his eldest sister, which was embroidered with auspicious clouds all over with gold and silver threads.
But her face was very calm, as if she was not getting married, but someone else's kittens and puppies.
"Mom, please stop crying. It won't look good if your face is stained by crying." Gu Qingtang's voice was soft, but it gave people a feeling of peace of mind.
She walked to the table, picked up a yellowed account book, and flipped through it casually.
