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“Miss, the top scholar has arrived to propose marriage!”

At that moment, Ye Yuntang was digging under a tree to unearth a jar of top scholar’s wine buried five years ago when her maid Sangzhi hurried over, breathless with the news.

Ye Yuntang paused, a faint trace of joy touching the corner of her lips. “Five years... he has finally come to fulfill his promise.”

Sangzhi’s heart tightened.

“Wait for me to dig out the wine, then we shall go to the main hall,” Ye Yuntang signaled for Sangzhi to help.

“Mi-Miss...” Sangzhi hesitated.

“What is it?” Ye Yuntang asked, puzzled.

Biting her lip, Sangzhi said resentfully, “He’s not here to marry you, but the Second Miss.”

It struck Ye Yuntang like a thunderclap. After a long moment of steadying her nerves, she clenched her fists and headed to the main hall.

“Brother Zimu, from now on we’ll all be family. Since you’ll have to call someone soon anyway, why not change now?”

“Father, mother.”

“Ah!”

Upon entering, Ye Yuntang saw her stepsister Ye Feiyao clinging affectionately to Xue Zimu’s arm, coaxing him to change his words quickly.

The young man, dressed in splendid brocade, without hesitation complied.

Her father and stepmother each wore a smile brighter than the last.

Those glaring smiles stabbed at her already wounded heart...

Such harmony, as if they alone were truly a family.

Suppressing the pang in her chest, Ye Yuntang carried the jar of top scholar’s wine inside.

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