The guests praised the two children, saying, "They are so clever and lovable."
The wedding proceeded in a lively manner until evening, when the guests gradually dispersed.
Shen Mingzhao finally led Su Lingwei into the bridal chamber. Red candles burned brightly, filling the room with warmth. Shen Mingzhao nervously lifted Su Lingwei's red veil.
Looking at her shy face, her cheeks flushed again. The two smiled at each other, their eyes filled with anticipation for the future.
However, this festive atmosphere has become the most glaring thing in the eyes of some people.
Su Lingyu followed her family out of the Shen family's gate, listening to the cheerful laughter behind her.
She was trembling with rage. She remembered Pei Yurou being beheaded and Jiang Yuwen dying.
Those who once opposed Shen Qingtang.
They were either dead or crippled, but Shen Qingtang's family lived a prosperous life, even having a lavish wedding. The jealousy and resentment in my heart were almost overflowing.
Yet they dared not show it at all, and could only grit their teeth and curse inwardly.
In the dilapidated temple not far away, Lu Jiaojiao listened to the sound of firecrackers coming from the direction of the Shen family. Her nails dug deeply into her palms, leaving several bloody marks.
She looked at her faded coarse cloth clothes and thought about the delicacies at the Shen family banquet.
Thinking about Shen Qingtang's current power and wealth, he was so angry that he almost ground his teeth to powder.
"Shen Qingtang!" she hissed, her eyes filled with venom. "Why do you get to live so well! I won't let you be so smug for long!"
Lu Jin and Lin Peirou, far away in exile, are currently enduring the most severe punishment.
Lu Jin was sent to work in a mine, where he endured the scorching sun and physical suffering every day.
His hands were already covered with calluses and scars.
Lin Peirou was sold to the laundry department, where she worked day and night washing clothes until her hands were white and swollen from being soaked in water. When the two occasionally met, there was no warmth in their eyes, only resentment towards each other and a deep-seated hatred for Shen Qingtang.
"It's all your fault! If you hadn't insisted on scheming against Shen Qingtang, we wouldn't be in this situation!" Lin Peirou roared at Lu Jin while pounding on the washboard.
Lu Jin sneered, his eyes icy: "Didn't you also covet wealth and power back then, and scheme against her with me? Now you're blaming me! If you have to hate someone, hate that poisonous woman Shen Qingtang! If I get the chance, I will make her pay for her crimes in blood!"
But their resentment and curses were ultimately in vain.
The Shen family at this moment.
Immersed in the atmosphere of reunion and celebration, those dark schemes and vicious curses could not touch this warmth and happiness.
Shen Qingtang stood by the window, watching Pei Nian'an playing around inside, with Pei Wuwang beside her, gazing at her tenderly.
Her eyes were filled with calm and determination. No matter how much wind and rain the future may bring, as long as her family was by her side, she would have the courage to face everything.
Shen Qingtang did not leave Lu Jin and Lin Peirou to fend for themselves in exile.
Instead, they sent people to secretly bring them back and settle them in a secluded courtyard at the back of the manor.
There was no hard labor under the sun and rain here, but there was a more torturous torture. Every day before dawn, the spirit servant would wake the two of them from the cold, hard bed and hand them mountains of handicrafts.
Lu Jin was once a pampered young master who never lifted a finger.
Now, however, he had to sew sachets with fine needles and thread. If he was not careful, the servant would hit the back of his hand with a ruler, making him wince in pain.
Lin Peirou fared even worse, as she was assigned to pound and dry herbs, dealing with bitter herbs all day long.
My hands were stained yellow from the medicine, and my fingernails were full of stains that I couldn't wash off.
What made them even more devastated was that every few days, the spirit servants would bring them bowls of strangely colored medicinal soup.
They were ordered to drink a poison newly developed by Shen Qingtang. The dosage was small, but enough to make them feel weak all over, dizzy and nauseous. It was not fatal, but it would torture them every day.
"Why! That vicious woman Shen Qingtang! Why should we suffer like this!"
As Lin Peirou pounded the medicine, she cursed under her breath, tears streaming down her cheeks and mixing with the dregs. She looked at her rough, deformed hands.
Thinking back to her days of luxury, the hatred in her heart almost consumed her.
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