The old matriarch’s residence exuded grandeur from the moment one stepped inside. The courtyard, teeming with blooming flowers, created a lively and festive atmosphere. Upon entering, Xin An felt a wave of joy—it was the kind of opulence that made her feel youthful, as if the vitality of the surroundings seeped into her soul.
As they crossed the courtyard and ascended the steps to the main hall, the splendor became even more overwhelming. Two colossal porcelain vases with depictions of maidens admiring flowers stood prominently in the corners, their glazed surfaces gleaming with exquisite artistry. The craftsmanship was nothing short of priceless.
To the side was a gilded screen, its golden butterflies shimmering under the soft light filtering through the windows. Nearby, a curio shelf was packed with treasures, from delicate porcelain vases adorned with fresh roses to rare and intricate ornaments. Even the plush carpet underfoot, adorned with patterns that Xin An couldn’t decipher, screamed luxury.
The old matriarch, though smiling warmly, was carefully observing her two new granddaughters-in-law. Tao Yiran’s furrowed brows betrayed her disdain for the ostentatious display of wealth, which she deemed vulgar. In contrast, Xin An’s unabashed admiration showcased her unrefined excitement. Coming from a merchant family, Xin An wasn’t accustomed to such wealth—having money didn’t necessarily grant access to treasures like these.
In her previous life, Xin An had eagerly sought the old matriarch’s favor, driven by her desire to win benefits for Tang Rong and her genuine love for such extravagant items. Over time, many of these treasures had come into her possession, only for Tang Rong to dismiss them as tasteless and forbid her from using them.
Tang Mo, standing beside Xin An, shared her fascination. The look of awe on his face mirrored hers. Seeing their mutual delight, the old matriarch felt a sense of relief—at least someone appreciated her taste.
Tang Yong’s wife, Madame You, was the first to break the silence. “The two new granddaughters-in-law truly live up to their reputation for beauty. Eldest Brother and Sister-in-law, you must be so proud.”
Tang Yong, a son born out of wedlock, had long been estranged from the main family. His father had sought to protect him from potential conflicts within the household by arranging for him to live separately. Madame You, however, never ceased her attempts to ingratiate herself with the main branch, hoping to secure opportunities for her children.
Tang Gang and Madame Wang responded with polite smiles, and the old matriarch mirrored their warmth. The atmosphere was amicable as everyone exchanged pleasantries.
Madame Wang graciously replied, “It’s all thanks to you, Sister-in-law. Your presence brightens the occasion.”
Madame You didn’t hesitate to add, “Seeing Second Son support his wife so thoughtfully earlier, I can already see how much he has matured.”
Madame Wang beamed with pride. “Thank you for your kind words. Indeed, marriage teaches responsibility.”
As tea was prepared for the new brides to present, Tang Rong and Tao Yiran stepped forward first. Kneeling before the old matriarch, they respectfully offered her tea. The old matriarch accepted with delight, offering blessings and a red envelope as gifts.
When it was Tang Mo and Xin An’s turn, they knelt before the old matriarch, who observed them carefully. Xin An’s radiant appearance, accentuated by the set of ruby jewelry gifted by the old matriarch, drew a look of approval.
“You look beautiful, child,” the old matriarch said warmly. “That headpiece suits you perfectly.”
Madame Wang chimed in, “Mother has impeccable taste, and Xin An’s beauty makes it shine even more.”
Standing to the side, Madame You’s envious gaze flickered between Xin An and Tao Yiran. The disparity in treatment was glaring, and Tao Yiran’s expression was unreadable as her eyes lingered on Xin An’s jewels.
When it was Tang Gang’s turn to receive tea, his words were laced with subtle favoritism. “You must remember your duty as a son of the Marquis’ household—respect your elders, honor your brother, and live peacefully with your wife.”
Tang Mo’s expression remained impassive, though the veiled comparison didn’t go unnoticed.When it was Wang Shi’s turn, her eyes welled with tears of joy.
“Marriage marks the beginning of independence. From now on, you must be steady and reliable. Don’t disappoint your father.”
“Treat each other with kindness. You have a long journey ahead together. You may rise.”
Finally, the couple moved to Tang Yong’s side. Xin An’s deference was evident, her attitude toward the second branch notably respectful. Her thoughts, however, drifted to her past life, recalling how Tang Yong had been one of the few who had supported her during her darkest times. The memory stirred a surge of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her.
Sensing her unease, Tang Mo subtly squeezed her hand, grounding her. Xin An took a deep breath, regaining her composure as they resumed their positions. Though standing together, the undercurrents of the family dynamics left their mark—distinctions in treatment, loyalties, and ambitions all woven into the fabric of this seemingly harmonious gathering.
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