The crystal lanterns in the banquet hall are dazzling, the guests are mingling with each other in their fragrant clothes, and perfume and sarcasm are floating in the air.
Under the high dome, the thick red carpet stretched to the end. This was supposed to be the place where the newlyweds walked hand in hand, but there was only a plain figure standing there.
Su Wanqing held an old dark brown medicine box and stood in front of the door of the Li family's engagement party.
She was wearing a long coarse cloth dress brought from the mountains. It was washed white and the cuffs still had traces of fine stitching.
The black hair is simply rolled up, no gold or jade hairpin is inserted, only an ebony hairpin is inserted.
There was no makeup on her face, her brows and eyes were as light as the mist in the distant mountains, but her eyes were not as calm as they should be for a person of this age.
She came to attend an engagement - the master's last instruction before his death.
"Go to the city, marry that child of the Li family, and settle the debt I owed back then."
The child that the master is talking about is Li Xiaohan, the eldest grandson of the Li family.
