The red candles burned high and the words "Happy" were posted on the window. The emcee's voice echoed in the hall. On the fifth day of the second lunar month in Ningguo Mansion, the whole Jia Mansion was so busy that they couldn't touch the floor. Jia Zhen's eyes fell on her son Jia Rong with complicated expressions. Qin Keqing came from a humble background and the wedding was held in a low-key manner, but the attendees still filled half of the hall. Mother Jia was smiling from ear to ear. Sanchun pulled Li Wan and joked. Mrs. Wang turned pale and stared at her adopted daughter from a poor family and snorted coldly. Fourteen-year-old Qin Zhong stands in the corner, his eyebrows are like ink, the picture looks like peach blossoms, and two souls collide violently in the small space of the spiritual platform - an Internet celebrity blogger who made a living by splicing fragments of Taoism in his previous life. The reckoning of this life begins with recognizing this identity.
