The sedan chair was bumped hard.
Zou Xin's head hit the sedan wall, and she gasped in pain.
She opened her eyes and saw faded red silk. The light coming from outside the sedan curtain was dim and turned yellow.
The sedan is too worn out.
She looked down at herself - the bright red wedding dress she was wearing was washed white, and the cuffs still had signs of being mended.
This family's dowry didn't even include any decent jewelry, and the silver hairpin on her hair was still missing a bead.
There were whispers in the street.
"Have you heard?
This is the concubine of the Duke's palace, who was married for the legitimate lady. "
"Stop scapegoating Liao, Prince Jing has killed three princesses."
"Tsk, tsk, I don't know how many days I can live...
…"
Zou Xin's fingers suddenly tightened the hem of her skirt.
