Li Jiesong followed anxiously behind the marquis, and equally upset was Mrs. Mu. She had spent the whole day watching the prince, who was beaming with joy, and the more she watched, the more upset she became, feeling that her daughter had been wronged.
Her daughter, Li Yanran, had admired Chu Suifeng for years, only to end up in her current predicament. Thinking of her daughter, who was at home in a delirious state, Mrs. Mu's heart ached as if it was being slowly cut by a sharp blade.
Over these years, because she only had one daughter, she had invested even more time and effort into Li Yanran than her two sons.
Her daughter was such a fool for putting her heart on a man who was cold and indifferent.
Speaking of cold and indifferent, she once again glanced at the jubilant Marquis Li, feeling even more despondent. She knew well that in Marquis Li's heart, nothing could compare to wealth and honor, but sadly, he was short-sighted and failed to seize the opportunity.