The entrance of Ming Mansion was bustling with activity, guests thronging like clouds.
There were no fewer than a hundred tables laid for the feast, with red silk hanging high.
"It's a day of great joy; Madam should try to be happy. If the Master sees you like this, you'll be the one punished," a Maid whispered in persuasion.
Dressed in wedding attire, Miss Ming could not hide the pallor of her face.
"The Master has really outdone himself this time; such a spectacle is unrivaled in Hui State. After the wedding banquet, he's even offering porridge for seven days as a blessing for the young heir."
"Madam must recognize the good and bad in this."
The more she spoke, the more listless Miss Ming's eyes became until the remaining glimmer of light in them completely vanished, leaving only humiliation.
"Shut up!"
"How much benefit have you received to say such conscience-lacking words?"
Frightened, the Maid prostrated herself: "It is I who deserve to die."
