In the afternoon, a few carriages stopped in front of the Zhou family's residence in Jinzhou Province. Lady Dong stood at the door, her gaze fixated on the last carriage carrying luggage, feeling a sourness within her heart, as her eldest sister's dowry had dwindled to just this.
When the Jiang family moved to the capital, the eldest sister's accompanying dowry, such as furniture, was all dealt with, and now, seeing the scant dowry, Lady Dong was fraught with complex emotions.
Dong Yiyi stepped down from the carriage in a daze, looking at her sister, her uneasy heart settled down, heavens know if her sister hadn't sent someone over, whether their family would have been devoured by clan members.
Dong Yiyi stumbled forward, choking up, "Sister."
Lady Dong supported her sister, her own eyes turning red. Her sister's fate was truly bitter, "Sister, now you're safe, it's all in the past, let's go inside the residence."
