When she woke up it was already evening. Yan Sihan had woken her up to have dinner.
After eating and taking another bowl of decoction, sleepiness soon returned. Yan Sihan brought his official documents to her bedside to keep her company.
――The following day.
Today, Miss Luo of the Lin Mansion was getting married into Marquis Lian's Mansion. The Lin Mansion remained as cold and quiet as usual, undisturbed by the joy of marrying off a daughter.
Lord Lin Zhengyang carried on with his usual duties. Lin Qingyu wore an almost bright red wedding dress and the jewelry she wore was all prepared by Madam Shen, superior by many folds to the lonely bracelet from the dowry given by the Marquis Lian's Mansion.
What else can the declining Marquis Mansion offer besides their title?
Lin Qingyu was oddly pleased, cherishing that bracelet like a precious gem, and took every opportunity to flaunt it in front of Lin Qingyue in the past few days.
