Summer sunlight slanted across the willow-lined riverbank, casting a faint golden hue over every single willow leaf. Liu Ye'er was attending the wedding of Liu Yan'er. Liu Yan'er, usually a carefree young maiden, was dressed in a vibrant crimson bridal robe today as she became a bride. Her face was lightly made up, yet her brows and eyes could not conceal the nervousness and anticipation of stepping into a new life.
The wedding rituals were elaborate and solemn, as though every step recounted an ancient tale. Yet amid this dignified atmosphere, discordant notes inevitably arose. As a concubine, Liu Yan'er was subjected to endless humiliation throughout the myriad complex rituals. Whenever she made the slightest misstep, it drew waves of criticism. Though she felt deeply aggrieved in her heart, she could only swallow the pain in silence.
At last came the tea ceremony. Liu Yan'er knelt before Madam Chai, holding the cup aloft in both hands to present it respectfully. Madam Chai took the cup, but instead of drinking, she dashed the contents squarely across Liu Yan'er's face. That scalding hot tea seemed to scorch not merely her skin, but straight into her heart. Liu Yan'er stood frozen in shock; she had never imagined her own wedding would entail such humiliation.
Chapter 143