On the Fang Family's grand wedding day, joy was everywhere. Guests raised their glasses in greetings, lavish gifts were presented, and the host, the Fang Family, entertained with abandon. Everything seemed to be going exceptionally smoothly.
As time passed, the moment for the wedding was nearly there.
Everyone grew increasingly expectant. This was a grand wedding in Tianjing, with greetings from all directions, drawing tremendous attention. Everyone was eager to catch a glimpse of Shen Binan's unparalleled grace.
Outside, on a tree branch in a spacious courtyard, Fang Yuying sat coldly watching the hall, where there was a cluster of heads, laughter and cheer, filled with joy.
Fang Yuying was extremely displeased. She leaned against the tree trunk, simply closing her eyes with no airs of a Fang Family lady, indifferent to the noisy clamor around her.
