The next day was the bridal homecoming visit. Chen Wanqing was in high spirits from the moment she woke up.
When Zhao Jing saw this, he didn't look displeased, but inwardly he felt sullen.
Mrs. Zhao saw her son's demeanor and couldn't help but chuckle softly.
'He's my son, after all. Even if I can't guess everything he's thinking, I can get the general idea.'
'Oh, Jing... He's completely fallen for Qing'er.'
The weather was uncooperative that day, with gusts of cold wind.
Originally, Zhao Jing had planned to borrow his uncle's ox-cart again to take his new wife to her family's home. It would have been fine if it were just the two of them, but they had many homecoming gifts to bring along.
