Ye Yazhi saw the mansion that looked as grand as a castle, the opulent living room akin to a palace, and the numerous servants in uniform who were well-trained and moved with precision. Her heart was filled with both envy and jealousy.
All of this—if it belonged to her, how wonderful would that be?
If the person marrying Jian Shichu were her instead of Ye Qingci, how wonderful would that be?
The person Jian Shichu was supposed to marry should have been her!
She is the rightful eldest daughter of the Ye family; Ye Qingci is nothing more than a bastard child.
Why did Seventh Master Jian marry Ye Qingci and not her?
She felt unwilling and bitter, as if she had been bitten by a venomous snake, the pain growing unbearable.
However, when her eyes lifted and landed on a photograph hanging on the wall—a picture of Jian Shichu, Xiao Yan, and Jing Shun posing together as brothers—her mood improved somewhat.
