In late spring, the Shen Mansion's peony banquet was held with great fanfare.
In the banquet hall with its carved beams and painted pillars, people are drinking and drinking. The Shen family, the Grand Tutor of the current dynasty, were the top dignitaries in the capital. The banquet held today was, firstly, to celebrate the eldest daughter, Shen Qingci, turning eighteen, and secondly, to recognize his biological daughter, who had been missing for eighteen years.
Shen Qingci sat on the side of the main seat, her Yun Jinhua clothes made her skin look as good as snow, and her eyebrows were picturesque. For eighteen years, she has been the jewel in the hands of the Shen family. She is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and is recognized as the most noble daughter in the capital. But at this moment, there was no joy on her face. She just felt like her heart was blocked by something, making her feel stuffy and panicked.
"Make way, make way!" A slightly rough voice broke the elegance of the banquet hall. Everyone followed the sound and saw the butler leading a girl in a coarse cloth dress in.
The girl is about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a slender figure and healthy honey-colored skin. There is a bit of rural youthfulness between her eyebrows, but she can't hide her tenacity. She is the biological daughter of the Shen family, Shen Ruowei.
"Master, madam, Wei'er is back." Shen Ruowei spoke timidly, but her eyes unconsciously glanced at Shen Qingci with a bit of imperceptible hostility.
Taifu Shen, Shen Yuan, had a complex expression on his face. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar biological daughter in front of him, and at Shen Qingci, who had been raised for eighteen years and had already been engraved in his heart. Finally, he said in a deep voice: "It's good to come back. Today's banquet is to welcome you, and secondly... To explain this matter to everyone."
As soon as he finished speaking, whispers rang out in the banquet hall.
