On this day, the sun shone brightly. Rays of light like shattered gold fell upon people's faces, feeling pleasantly warm. The people of Phoenix City were all rushing toward the Wen Family estate, for today was the day of the marriage alliance between the Zhang and Wen families. A massive banquet with hundreds of tables had been set up, and everyone wanted to join in the excitement and see the spectacle.
Inside the Wen Family's antique-filled inner hall.
Wen Tongyu's face was grim, his eyes brimming with a rage that seemed ready to erupt at any moment.
Yao Qi stood to the side, smiling. "Brother Tongyu, even though you didn't manage to become the Prince Consort, this girl from the Zhang Family is quite a looker. You're a lucky man. Why the long face?"
Wen Tongyu snorted coldly. "Hmph, she's merely a woman from the Zhang Family. You think I care about her?"
Rage spread through Wen Tongyu's heart, but he had nowhere to vent it.
