Early the next morning, Song Ci witnessed the very first recognition-of-marriage ceremony of her life in the flower hall. Watching the young couple, shy and a little awkward yet quietly exchanging affectionate glances, she couldn't help feeling a bit emotional.
Old Madam, if your spirit in heaven is aware of this, you can finally be at ease. This is the legitimate eldest grandson you cherished so dearly; now he is a husband, truly shouldering a man's responsibilities, and in time he'll likely become a father as well.
A clear breeze came, laced with the scent of flowers, seeping into the heart as if responding to what Song Ci was thinking. Her smile grew softer and more benevolent.
