Su Wanqing silently rolled her eyes. She had spent ten years at a Taoist temple, and while she hadn’t learned many other skills, she had certainly mastered keeping her thoughts hidden behind an unreadable expression.
The bridal sedan swayed along for a long while before finally coming to a stop.
Su Wanqing could clearly feel the air around her growing colder. It wasn’t just the weather; the chill came even more from people’s cold indifference.
“Well, well, isn’t that the Second Miss of the Chancellor’s residence?” a sharp voice called out. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. What a pitiful sight.” “Exactly. I hear that hostage has been paralyzed for three years, practically as good as dead. Marrying him would be no different from becoming a widow while he’s still alive.”
