Su Jinyue stood on the bluestone slab in the backyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, looking at the shabby sedan in front of her, with a slight curve in the corner of her mouth.
"What are you looking at? Being able to marry into the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion for the eldest lady is a blessing you have earned in eight lifetimes!"
My aunt Wang stood in the corridor, holding a handkerchief in her hand and speaking in a harsh tone.
Behind her stood several maids and women, all of whom glanced at Su Jinyue with gloating eyes.
Su Jinyue did not refute, but just lowered her head and said, "Yes."
