The suona beeps, hum, this is urging people to get married!
The red hijab covering Lin Wanzhao's head was so red that it made her feel cold.
This is not marrying a girl, it is just a funeral ceremony!
After all, she was the second young lady of the prime minister's house, but she couldn't even go through the front door and had to be carried out through the back door. This was like stepping on her face to the ground!
"Oh, take a look, is this the 'Tiansha Lone Star' Lin Wanzhao? Tsk, tsk, tsk, he looks passable, but he is a short-lived master!"
"That's right. I heard that she has a very strong birthday horoscope. She beat her own mother to death, and now she has to go celebrate that lame general's birthday. It's really unlucky!"
"To celebrate? I think it's to celebrate the funeral! Gu Zhaoting is also a poor man. He became disabled at a young age. What a good time. If he marries a bad guy, he may not be far away from death!"
These gossips from the people around him were like poisonous needles, pricking Lin Wanzhao's ears one by one.
She held the broken page of the prescription in her hand tightly. This was the only thought her mother left for her.
The paper was yellowed and the corners were extremely worn, but she still regarded it as a treasure.
"Mom, don't worry, Wanzhao will not let you down. In this life, I have to live a clear life and never let others manipulate me casually!" She secretly swore in her heart, her eyes as firm as ice in the cold winter. The swaying and uncomfortable sedan finally stopped. Lin Wanzhao was roughly pulled out. Before his feet could even touch the ground, he was pushed forward by a strong force.
