The bridal sedan chair hadn't even entered the mansion when the bride in a peach-red wedding dress was taken away by a government officer.
She was both a murderer and the bridegroom's own sister-in-law.
The sky was gloomy and overcast, snowflakes falling incessantly and covering the courtyard still adorned with red silk, which seemed particularly ironic.
After Tang Yuan fainted, he was sent back to the front courtyard, and someone had already gone to fetch a doctor.
In the front hall, Mrs. Qiao sat upright with a stern face, her eyes sharp as knives, feeling as though something was blocking her chest, unable to vent her anger and unwilling to swallow it down.
All the stewards and servants who had participated in welcoming Aunt Yun stood outside, each shivering, barely daring to breathe.
