Even Old Grandma Fan's heart was aching. Why did her unfavored second son have eyes for that silly widow? If he had flirted with Qian Manxia instead, wouldn't all those fine things have been carried into their own house?
Putting aside the envy, jealousy, and hatred of these people, everyone in Qian's third wife's family cried, except for Qian Yeejin, who had left to send off the bride. Cheng Yue, in particular, cried her eyes out as she watched the wedding procession move along the small path across the wasteland and disappear at the entrance of the village. She remembered how she watched her mother-in-law send Brother Jiang away on this very path, and now she witnessed her son sending his younger aunt away on the same road.
Wan Dazhong, seated on his horse, couldn't stop smiling, yet his heart was filled with a myriad of emotions.
