At dusk, the sky is smeared with a layer of glow, red like fire. The streets have far fewer pedestrians, and the noisy bustle has also come to a close.
Wei Yingying was reluctant to return to the mansion, wandering aimlessly, her heart in turmoil.
"Miss Wei, it's time to go back," the servant by her side persuaded softly.
"Go back to what?"
Wei Yingying's tone was very sharp.
"That despicable girl had her matchmaking today, and it's still the Zhao Family's young man, who now holds the position of Dean at the Imperial College. Although he is only a Sixth-Rank Official, his father is the Tongzheng in the Tongzheng Department. The Zhao Family's young man will only do better in future. As a concubine daughter, she must be really smug right now, thinking she's turned her fortunes around," she said resentfully.
