Wei Ruo's reaction was bland, showing no sign of anger, no hint of the sadness or fury that Wei Qingwan had hoped to see.
Curling her lips in reply, Wei Ruo said, "Thank you for your blessing. Just a pity that I won't be able to return such a congratulation when it's your turn to marry."
Wei Qingwan was not the legal wife; the one who would grow old with Yu Wang was his legitimate wife. It would not be her.
"Who knows? We can never be certain about what the future holds." Wei Qingwan said.
"I shall say the same to you. The future is uncertain." Wei Ruo replied.
"I look forward to watching the happy life you will lead in the future," Wei Qingwan said.
Both of them wore smiles on their faces, and their conversation carried undertones of sisterly affection. Yet, every word they uttered was tinged with tension.
As the hour drew near, Mrs. Yun took the bridal veil from the tray held by Cuiping and covered Wei Ruo's head with it.
