Zhao Qing was the only woman Shangguan Xuan acknowledged as his rightful wife.
As for Sun Qingmei, considering her diligent efforts in managing household affairs, Shangguan Xuan was willing to grant her the status of a noble concubine. With ample food, clothing, and a life of luxury, he believed he wasn't entirely failing her.
The carriage rolled steadily until it arrived at the gates of the South Garrison Marquis's Mansion. A crowd had already gathered at the entrance—the elderly matriarch, Sun Qingmei, and various uncles, aunts, and relatives stood waiting.
Zhao Qing lifted the carriage curtain and gazed at the grand, solemn mansion, its entrance adorned with meticulously trimmed flowers and trees. Her heart swelled with excitement.
Such a wealthy and noble household!
If she could become its mistress, she would enjoy endless riches and splendor for the rest of her life.
