Jiang Shaohua stood outside the main gate, watching the bridal sedan chair fade into the distance.
For some reason, there was a faint sense of loss and melancholy in her heart.
Yin Zhu quietly laughed and said, "Today is Chen Sheren's grand wedding day, isn't the Commandery Princess happy for Chen Sheren?"
"Happy, of course, but there's a bit of reluctance in my heart." Jiang Shaohua smiled and let out a light sigh, "I can now slightly understand the feeling of marrying off a daughter. After raising her by your side for so many years, she becomes someone else's wife as soon as she marries, and the feeling is quite odd."
Yin Zhu burst into laughter: "The Commandery Princess is three years younger than Chen Sheren! Marrying off a sister is more like it, how did it become marrying off a daughter?"
