Before the child's hour came, the Zhenguo Hou Mansion had fallen into deathly silence.
The heavy rain hit the green tiles with a crackling sound, as if the heaven and earth were knocking on this century-old gate.
The candlelight in the main hall flickered, making the figures distort like ghosts.
The sandalwood mixed with the ambergris smoke in the incense burner weaved into a sticky net in the air, wrapping around Wang's hands that were clutching the marriage certificate.
"Three days later, let her pass the palace of her own accord." Pei Zhongheng's confidant took the marriage certificate embroidered with the phoenix pattern, touched the red gold secret button unique to the Feng family with his fingertips, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "The Tutor has said that as long as Miss Feng becomes a concubine, the Hanlin Academy is short of an editor, and it is waiting for Young Master Feng Chengze to fill it."
Mrs. Wang's face was full of smiles, and the wrinkles around her eyes were flattering: "That's natural. Huang'er has been sensible since she was a child and has been filial to her elders. How can she not know the importance? Her brother's admission into the Imperial Academy is also a matter of honor to his ancestors."
