Lin Qingxuan followed the sound, and in the darkness, two figures gradually became clear. The one wearing a luxurious brocade robe with peony patterns and a golden walking wave on her head was none other than the stepmother of Zhen Guo Gongfu, Mrs. Liu. The silk fan in her hand was swaying gently, with a cat-and-mouse smile on her face.
Standing next to her was her sister-in-law, Lin Qingxue. Wearing a brand new goose-yellow skirt, with the most popular beaded flowers on her bun, and exquisite makeup, she looked at Lin Qingxuan like she was looking at a pile of garbage.
"Sister, does this wedding dress still fit you?" Mrs. Liu covered her mouth with a fan and smiled so hard, "I found this specially for you, mother. Although it is a bit old, it is red at least and is worthy of your joy."
Happy?
In Lin Qingxuan's mind, information belonging to the original owner of this body flooded out like crazy.
Lin Qingxuan, the concubine of the Zhenguo Duke's mansion, lost her biological mother when she was young. She has a weak character and has been bullied since she was a child. Today was supposed to be the day when my eldest sister Lin Qingxue would marry the seventh prince Xiao Jue, who was rumored to be crippled, ugly and dying soon. But just yesterday, Lin Qingxue "accidentally" fell down and broke her forehead. She said that "on her wedding day, her face was damaged, which would be unlucky for the royal family."
So, she, the unloved concubine, was pushed out and became the scapegoat.
A mute and cripple deserves a crippled prince.
What a "match made in heaven".
"Look at how useless you are." Lin Qingxue stepped forward and kicked Lin Qingxuan's legs with the toe of her embroidered shoe. "Mom, why are you talking so much nonsense to her? Even a mute can't understand."
