Morning.
King Zhao Mansion.
"Please have tea, sisters..."
Yiren knelt obediently on one knee before Jiaren and Anning. Although she had been quite arrogant these days, after the grand wedding ceremony, she still had to serve tea respectfully to the two who came before her.
Jiaren took the teacup from her hand, took a gentle sip, and that was seen as her acceptance.
Anning drank slowly, initially planning to vent her frustration from the past few days, but eventually, she put down the cup and helped her up with her own hands, saying, "Sister Yiren, rise. From now on, we're family..."
Zhao Zhiyi stood to the side, watching this scene with some envy.
As the Empress, whether it be a wedding or formal status, these were not things she could possess...
Su Qing stood outside the door, quietly breathing a sigh of relief.
The impulsiveness of that year nearly destroyed the happiness of her two daughters. Until today, the mistakes she made back then were finally fully compensated.
