Wen Zishan sat on the wedding bed; clearly the bride of a joyous occasion, yet her face that blushed like peach blossoms did not carry much joy, all because of the room's colors.
Whether it was the drapes or the curtains, none bore the legitimate crimson red, and the wedding attire she wore was merely vermilion, not the true bright red.
This was all due to her status; she was not the Official Wife, but rather a Concubine.
Wen Zishan clenched the skirt on her lap, her gaze shadowed with some gloom and embarrassment.
"Concubine Lady, I have inquired," the trusted maid Lv Yi walked over to report quietly, "only Master Song San and his Madam from the Song Family have come to the banquet outside."
Wen Zishan, having just released her hand, clasped the skirt again, pursed her lips, and softly asked, "What about the Guan Family?"
"The Guan Family did not come, they reported illness but sent a gift."
Wen Zishan's eyes darkened slightly and said, "In private, call me Miss still."
