"A daughter's wedding is a joyful event, what's there to cry about?"
Lien Wenhe wiped her tears with a handkerchief and shook his head with a smile.
Shao took a deep breath, calming her emotions, "Marrying off a daughter feels different naturally, what's wrong with shedding a few tears?"
"The feelings of a sister-in-law can only be truly understood by us women."
Ms Lien and other ladies from several rooms shared the same sentiment.
"If Yunzhi were getting married, Ms Pei would definitely cry even more fiercely." Mrs. Pang, the third lady of the Lien family, covered her mouth with a laugh, as Ms Lien smiled silently, without responding.
Pei Yunzhi felt awkward enough to want to hide somewhere, feeling her face flush.
The news of Princely Heir of Prince An Nan breaking the engagement—who in Shangjing doesn't know?
Mrs. Pang mentioning her in this way was not just a slap on her face; she was deeply resentful but couldn't show it, her hands nearly clawing themselves.
