Xie Yun took out the portrait of Qiao Jinniang that she had drawn when she was young. At that time, Qiao Jinniang was just a young little sister.
Now, it was time for her to get married.
Xie Yun could not tell what she felt in her heart. She only felt that a piece of her heart was missing. Not to mention that Qiao Jinniang was not suitable for the struggle for power in the aristocratic families, the Xie family was like a den of wolves and tigers for Qiao Jinniang.
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In the Qiao family’s small courtyard, Qiao Jinniang had written quite a number of invitations. The neighbors had all agreed to it, but her classmates who had been with her for ten years had all accepted the invitations and had not replied to them.
Qiao Jinniang was rather depressed. They had not seen each other for more than half a year, so why was she not willing to come on the day of her wedding?
