Marrying for an Official Career: Overbearing and Powerful Ministers Do Not Follow Common Sense

The wind in late spring was a bit harsh, carrying the moisture from the Jiangnan water town, causing Qiao Yan's cheeks to hurt. He was wrapped in a bright red wedding dress. The fabric was made of fine brocade, embroidered with lotus-tangled patterns, and the stitches were so fine that they could penetrate into his flesh, just like the fate imposed on him by the Qiao family at this moment.