The banquet is in full swing, the silk and bamboo are melodious, and the guests are drinking and drinking.
The birthday banquet of Xie Mingyuan, the eldest son of Duke Ningguo, was full of distinguished guests from the capital, talking and laughing in a peaceful manner.
Su Jingwan sat next to Xie Mingyuan, wearing a goose-yellow dress that made her complexion fairer and her brows gentle and picturesque.
She lowered her eyes slightly, listening to the flattery and noise around her, and her fingertips unconsciously rubbed the delicate embroidery on her sleeves.
For three years, she has always felt out of place in such excitement.
She was the young lady of Duke Ning's mansion, the most talented woman once praised highly in the capital, but in this mansion, she was more like an exquisite ornament, a shadow with the label of "gentle, courteous, thrifty and generous".
"Jingwan."
Mother-in-law Liu's voice was not high-pitched, but it had an undeniable penetrating power. It instantly silenced the circle on the table near the main table.
Su Jingwan raised her eyes and met Liu's shrewd and slightly mean eyes.
Mrs. Liu was wearing gold and silver today, with a properly caring smile on her rich face.
"It has been three years since you married into the Ningguo Palace, right?" Liu asked slowly, twisting a string of tourmaline beads in her hand.
