The sedan chair jolted me almost to pieces, and the joy outside was so loud that my hands holding the apple were all sweaty.
I still remember the smile on my aunt's face before she pushed me into the sedan chair. It's not the reluctance that one should feel when marrying a daughter, but it's like finally getting rid of a bag of hot potatoes. She said: "Qingyuan, you are lucky enough to marry into Prince Jing'an's palace for your sister. This is a blessing that has been cultivated in several lifetimes."
Good luck?
Who doesn't know that King Xiao Yan of Jingan is a sick man who coughs up blood all year round. The imperial doctor said that he will not survive this winter. The Queen Mother proposed a marriage, but no one in the capital was willing to marry me, so it was my turn, the daughter of a ninth-grade sesame official. My aunt was crying and refused to get into the sedan chair, so my aunt took the idea out of me.
"Aren't you going? Do you still want to be your father's official?" My aunt's eyes were like knives, "The Shen family has raised you so well, it's your turn to repay the favor."
