Bitterness ends and sweetness comes. The vermilion gate has a maiden with a book bag net.

  It's not that Zhu Changren doesn't care about Yuan Yi, but he understands Zhang Shi's character. For the marriage of a concubine's daughter, she might not be very particular, but Yuan Yi is her own biological daughter, and her marriage will definitely be carefully chosen, no less strict than for Yuan Rou. Since this is the case, he is happy to mind his own business. As the big man in a feudal family, he has already overstepped by interfering with Yuan Rou's and Yuan Yi's marriages.

  So, although he knew Zhang's grievances in his heart, he didn't mention a word. When the servant reported that Zhou Chunhua was waiting in the living room, he tidied up his clothes under Zhang's service and went out to see the guest.

  The Zhu family is a prominent clan with a long history of producing renowned scholars and literary figures, holding a significant position among the literati. As a result, the sons and daughters of the Zhu family are highly sought after, even the daughters from concubines are coveted by noble families, let alone those from humble backgrounds.

  As a humble and poor family, Zhou Chunhua was favored by the Zhu family, so he was overjoyed and readily agreed to the marriage. Zhu Changren was also very satisfied with his examination of him. Since there were no elders in his family, he chose an experienced nanny to accompany him back to the Zhou family to prepare for the wedding. Yuan Rou was already 28 years old and shouldn't be delayed, so they chose a auspicious date for marriage and got married on May 23rd this year.

  When the news arrived, Yuan Yi was deeply embroidering her wedding dress with a deep hatred. She diverted her attention for a moment, and the delicate fingers added another stitch.

  Su Mei was startled by the fresh blood that had seeped out, and she skillfully picked up a nearby ointment, saying: "Miss, are you okay? Does it hurt? Let me apply some medicine."

  She slowly took a deep breath, looking at her hands which were already battered and bruised, furrowing her brow, "It's just a minor injury, it doesn't matter." Her gaze fell on the wedding dress that was only half embroidered, her face scrunched up, and she sighed, "Continue."

  Su Mei lowered her head, covering the helplessness in her eyes. The young lady was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting, but her needlework was pitiful. From a young age, she had suffered countless setbacks, and even her decent embroidery skills were due to her having too much spirit but not enough patience. As a result, all the embroidery work inside and outside the house was handled by Su Mei alone, without letting the young lady lift a finger. However, the wedding dress required the bride-to-be to embroider it personally, and despite Su Mei's assistance, the young lady's clumsy hands still caused her endless trouble.

  The two masters were silent for a moment, with only the red thread flying in their hands, extremely quiet. Yuan Yi was gradually entering a state of optimal mental and physical well-being, when suddenly from outside came the sound of plum blossoms being reported, "Miss, Second Miss has come to see you."

  Yuan Yi was startled, hastily put down the needle and thread, and went to the main room. Yuan Rou was sitting there, staring at the misty vapor of the tea water, her face dazed, as if thinking about something.

  "Second sister." Yuan Yi called out to her, and only then did Yuan Rou come back to herself. Her dry eyes finally added warmth and a smile as she pulled Yuan Yi's hand and had her sit beside her, saying: "I'm being presumptuous by coming to find you, I heard from Lan Mei that you're embroidering your wedding dress, I've disturbed you."

  Her voice was soft and gentle, like a quiet stream, serene and calm. Yuan Yi could get close to her, and smell the fragrance of sandalwood on her body, as if she had been severed from her youthful years by the ancient Buddha's green lamp, leaving only a desolate and empty dusk.

  The original intention was hidden in her heart, but her face didn't reveal a single hint. She smiled and said: "Sister, you came just in time to save me from the fire pit, how could I blame you?"

  Yu Rong only then remembered Yu Yi's evil female red, relying on this head, from a young age, she didn't know how many times she was scolded by her mother, with sharp eyes that saw the dense needle holes in her hand, and took a deep breath, comforting: "It's hard for you, but this lifetime will only have this once, eating some bitterness is also worth it."

  She saw the fleeting sadness in her eyes, sighed in her heart, and said with a heavy tone: "Since Second Sister understands the principle of 'bitterness ends and sweetness comes', now that we have entered a new village with a bright future, sister should be happy, and also comfort Lady Chu's heart."

  A weak figure flashed through her mind, and Yuan Ruo's eyes turned red. "Sister is indeed more perceptive than others, I'm grateful for the lesson."