The carriage entered directly from the west corner gate and drove towards the inner courtyard. There were not many female relatives coming to the Shen family to pay their respects, and they were all related to the Shen family. This time, the old lady brought Su Qingyu here because she had an engagement with the Shen family.
At the second gate, the second wife of the Shen family, Yang, was there with her maids and servants to welcome the guests. When she saw that it was the old lady of the Su family who had arrived, she hurried forward to support her.
"Aunt is here. Our old lady was still talking about you this morning. It's a good thing you're here. You can comfort her."
Because the Shen family had not yet risen to prominence, the old men of the two families had some friendship, so they discussed seniority.
The sedan chair in the inner courtyard was already waiting. The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren got on the sedan chair and went to Qingyuanju where Old Madam Shen lived.
The Shen family is one of the richest families in Beijing.
Just looking at this red sandalwood sedan chair with intricate carvings, it's clear that it's not something most people can afford. The curtains resemble Suzhou's famous cloud gauze brocade, and the top of the sedan is inlaid with night-shining pearls, a luxurious and extravagant sight.
Su Qingyu was well aware of the Shen family's extravagance and didn't care.
But Cheng Ruijin, who was sitting in the sedan chair, was shocked and confused, and her determination to marry into the Shen family became even stronger.
After the sedan chair landed, the maids and servants came forward to support their respective masters and served them with all their heart.
When Su Qingyu got out of the sedan chair, the first thing she saw was the corner of a dress made of green cloud-patterned fine cloth.
She slowly raised her head and saw Shen Zhao's handsome face, and she clenched her fists unconsciously.
But when Shen Zhao looked at her, she cleverly lowered her eyebrows to hide her hatred.
"Sister Qingyu is here. Grandma was just talking about you."
Eighteen-year-old Shen Zhao, dressed in mourning clothes, stood there to greet her, just like in his previous life.
Su Qingyu returned the greeting and forced a faint smile at the corner of her lips.
Cheng Ruijin suddenly walked forward, leaned over, and her waist was soft and slender.
As soon as he opened his mouth, his voice was so soft that it touched people's hearts.
“Meet Brother Shen Zhao.”
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