In December, the Capital remains a blanket of snow.
At the Minister Mansion, red lanterns sway in the wind and snow.
A red bridal sedan, accompanied by the sound of drums and suona, enters through the main gate of the Minister Mansion.
By noon, the banquet is gradually filling up with guests, the noise incessant.
Shen Qinglan sits at the banquet, looking at the distinguished guests, listening to Duan Yunfei bickering softly with Le Zhao.
"As a member of the bride's family, coming to the groom's banquet, aren't you embarrassed?"
"What's wrong with the bride's family?" Le Zhao snorts, "You ask the people of the Minister Mansion, who dares to stop me?"
Duan Yunfei sneers lightly, "With such thick skin, who would dare stop you?"
Le Zhao pouts, "Can't compete with you."
Shen Qinglan rolls her eyes at the two of them.
Not far away, watching the unharmed Shen Qinglan, Yi Qianqian grits her teeth.
