In the eleventh year of Jiajing's reign, an early winter snowfall blanketed the capital city. 。Yesterday, snow fell all night. This morning when I woke up, the world was white, and silver frost covered the ground. 。The maidservants of the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion got up early to sweep the snow. The brooms scraped across the ground, making a rhythmic "rustling" sound, which set off the courtyard even more peacefully. 。Two maids with braided hair, each holding a bowl of soup, walked briskly across the corridor. 。These two were different from the maids who swept floors. They were handmaidens by the master's side, not required to do chores in their daily lives. They wore brightly colored clothes, styled their hair high, and if they pleased the master, they could even wear jewelry. They lived a life more luxurious than that of ordinary young ladies. 。Therefore, these maidservants held their heads high wherever they went, with great arrogance. 。The maid in a red dress whispered to her companion in a low voice, “Did you hear The marriage between the Lord and the third young lady of Yongping Hou’s Mansion has been decided. After the old Lord's mourning period, they will get married next spring.” 。“Isn’t this what it should be” a maidservant with lake-green armor sneered. 。The Marquis was only twenty when he inherited his title. He excelled in both literature and martial arts, possessed a noble bearing, and even earned the admiration of the Martial Marquis. Of course, the Marchioness would want to marry someone from a distinguished family. 。The third daughter of the Yongping Marquis's Mansion is the niece of the Wuding Marquis. The marquis also follows the Wuding Marquis to do business. Now that the Fu family and Hong family are related, the marriage further strengthens their ties, bringing joy to all. 。The maidservant who had spoken earlier, upon hearing this, kept pointing towards the northwest courtyard and muttering, "If Lord Hou and Miss Yongping of the Third Rank were to become betrothed... what about that one" A maidservant with clothes the color of jade green glanced forward and replied, “They’ll return to their respective positions once their true nature is revealed." 。He is just the son of an ordinary soldier. His family has fallen into poverty. The old marquis took him in as a favor to his father, who saved the old marquis's life on the battlefield by taking an arrow for him. He has been able to live a life of wealth and prosperity in the marquis's household for ten years, so he should be content. 。“Old Marquis, you really are foolish. You want her to marry into the Marquis’s household Just say it and stop pretending you’re already the mistress of the house!”,However, no matter how shallow the Fu family's background is, it has nothing to do with Wang Yanqing.,The villagers didn't know what the concept of the Marquis Zhenyuan was, they only knew that he was very high-ranking and in charge of all the troops in Datong Prefecture. 。Those spiteful aunts and uncles all changed their faces, vying for Wang Yanqing, even trying to get him to change his words and bring their own daughters over. 。Although Wang Yanqing was only seven years old, life had already taught him the warmth and coldness of human nature, how to read people's expressions and intentions. 。He left nothing behind for those so-called relatives, and silently followed Fu Yue's army to an unknown Beijing city. 。At that time, I didn't know what kind of world I was going into. 。I knew there were rich and poor people, farmers and those with different social standings, but I didn't expect the gap between classes to be so vast. 。After entering Xuanwu Gate, everything along the way was beyond imagination. I felt dizzy as the carriage turned left and right, finally arriving at a majestic and imposing mansion. 。When Wang Yanqing got off the carriage, she was so frightened by the scene before her that she couldn't utter a word, nor dare to take another step. 。A grand household, majestic even in silence, with attendants bowing and bustling about. Even a random maid here was better dressed than the village head's wife. 。。