The wedding date was imminent, and Wen Hui no longer visited Yutangchun, instead, she stayed in the manor, waiting for the He Family's grand bridal sedan chair.
When Feng Yun saw her, her cheeks were still flushed with a shy smile. Seeing Feng Yun's grave expression, she then composed herself.
"My lady, what has happened?"
Feng Yun said, "The third lady of the Yang Family from Xianzhou has come."
Wen Hui felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, slightly stunned, "Is that so?"
Feng Yun told her about what she had seen outside the Governor's Office and said indifferently, "I called you here to prepare you mentally. I would also like to hear your thoughts on what to do."
Wen Hui stood, disheartened.
She knew that her family background did not match He Chuandong's.
Although He Chuandong did not care, and Feng Yun also said there was no need to care, she knew in her heart that the He Family cared.
The wife of the He Family cared.