A Wedding into Wealth

When two generations of the Li family had finished the mountain-top memorial service for Old Master Li and came back down, the morning’s last trace of coolness had faded from the sky. The sun hung overhead, blazing brightly. The mountain paths were rugged, and the only way to get around was on foot. All the women in the group came from wealthy families and had been pampered since childhood. They had never had to endure such hardship, and by now they were already complaining inwardly. Third Young Madam Zhu Mengmeng was outspoken. Wiping away her sweat with a silk handkerchief, she couldn’t help complaining to the Old Madam. “Mother, why was Father buried here? The mountain path is so hard to walk. It’s such a hassle to come here.” First Young Madam Duan Qingcheng glanced at the Old Madam, then...