Half a month later, Marchioness Cheng'an sent someone to invite Su Yaoguang and Zhou Wangshu over, saying that the whole family should have dinner together on the first and fifteenth.
The couple didn't know what she was planning, but they went to the main courtyard on time, sat down at the dining table, and waited for the drama to unfold.
Marquis Cheng'an had just returned to the mansion recently and only now had freshened up.
"Everyone's here, let's eat!"
"Wait a minute..." Marchioness Cheng'an said with a smile, "Marquis, there's still someone who hasn't arrived, let's wait a bit."
Marquis Cheng'an looked at Zhou Wangshu and Su Yaoguang, confused: "There are only a few of us here in the mansion; who else is missing?"
"Here she comes." Marchioness Cheng'an looked toward the door.
A woman dressed simply and elegantly walked in from the doorway.
Her features were pure, like a gentle breeze stirring willows, truly invoking a tender feeling of sympathy.
