Lin Jiayi's expression instantly stiffened; struggling unnaturally with her facial muscles, she knew that Jiang Kechu meant well, so she lowered her voice and gave her thanks.
In reality, she had been indecisive for a long time before coming, and after much deliberation, she still chose to wear what she had on.
She was aware that wearing red to an engagement party was a risky move, but today's banquet was grand in scale, almost all of Beijing's elite were encompassed, and such an opportunity was truly rare.
She had also inquired from many sources; although the bride was valued by the Kong family, she was essentially a commoner. Somehow, she had caught the eye of a son from the Kong family, and even earned the affection of Old Sir Zhong, which felt so unfair upon reflection.
In this era, matching social status was paramount; Cinderella marrying a prince was a tale that truly only existed in fairy tales.
Therefore, the bride was someone people envied, were jealous of, and hated!
