The Yan family was about to marry off a daughter, and good tidings were on the horizon, filling both the inside and outside of the estate with joy; even the commoners of Xiangcheng were abuzz with lively discussions.
Lady Sun was no slouch either, calling on people to tidy up both inside and out, hanging lanterns and decorations all around.
For the grand marriage, it was required to go to the Capital City, but fortunately, there was still some time, and everyone would be able to make it back.
While some were happy, others felt resentful.
Huai Xinmei, from behind her window, listened to the maids under the outer wall discussing how Yan Wanqing and the Crown Prince were soon to be wed.
Then she looked at herself, locked up in this damp and chilly place, tortured to the point where she looked neither human nor ghost-like, and the hatred in her heart grew like vines in the dark night, reaching a point where it was do or die.
She was not content.
Not content at all.
