The palace was immense, exuding opulence.
Pillars made of white marble, walls carved with golden silk patterns, and a spacious hall draped with silk curtains.
The path from Yangxin Hall was not short, and any sheltered maiden would be exhausted, but Yu Tingwan, accustomed to labor since childhood, walked with a calm grace.
Not long ago, the female guests were chatting and laughing, but now a momentary silence filled the air.
It wasn't because of any unusual behavior by Gu Fuju.
Gu Fuju, who had once taught at the Imperial College, had instructed Wei Zhao. Although he didn't say it, it was clear to all that he was pleased with the Wei Family's son.
A distinguished scholar surviving adversity, it's understandable to be emotional.
As for his gaze lingering on the Young Madam who suddenly appeared from Duke Shun Mansion, perhaps he was merely observing the new bride after knowing about the scholar's marriage.
Murmurs of conversations drifted through the crowd.
