Qingming festival in the sixth year of Jingyuan.
Qiao ruoyi wore a white mourning dress and went to Luo Wei’s grave. Luo Wei’s favorite wine was placed in front of the grave. It had been a year.
This year, when Qiao Ruoyi woke up in the middle of the night, she still remembered that Luo Wei was still by her side.
Little Nichang kneeled in front of the grave and kowtowed obediently. “Father, mother and nichang miss you very much.”
Qiao ruoyi used a handkerchief to carefully wipe the words on the gravestone for Luo Wei.
Qiao ruoyi thought back to her entire life. Although she was the daughter of the marquisdom when she was young, she knew that her father and mother were unreliable. Her eldest sister was weak, and her third sister Qiao Ruoshui was unruly and looked down on her in every way.
There was Aunt Qian in the residence, and she would act like a demon from time to time. Every time her father and mother were in love, Qiao ruoyi would know that it was her aunt’s bad luck.
