Zhou Wangshu first dismounted, then helped Su Yaoguang out of the carriage.
Standing at the door were Marquis Cheng'an and his wife, along with the mansion's stewards.
"Jing'er is back," Marquis Cheng'an greeted warmly.
"Marquis, call me Wangshu, it's what I'm used to. Maybe I've lost my memory, and Jing'er doesn't ring a bell," Zhou Wangshu said.
Marquis Cheng'an nodded: "Alright, Wangshu, let's go inside!"
Marchioness Cheng'an said with a smile, "When I first met my daughter-in-law, I didn't know she was one of our own. I felt a connection then, a hidden bond it seems."
"The Marchioness is so kind; I feel some closeness as well. I'm new here, may be unfamiliar with many things, so please bear with me."
"We are family, no need for formality."
Su Yaoguang observed the woman who seemed like a snake in a beautiful guise. If it weren't for Zhou Wangshu telling her what had been done, she could hardly believe the rot beneath such a lovely veneer.
