The Grandmaster's emotional ripples had truly left behind a powerful aftershock.
Li Wei hurried all the way back to the bridal chamber, only barely forcing back the tears welling in her eyes.
Yet that heavy depression clung to her like a festering sore in the bone, lingering in her heart and refusing to be shaken off.
She kicked off her embroidered shoes and went straight back to lie on the canopy bed.
She yanked the scarlet brocade quilt over her head and stayed there without moving for a long while.
Gu Yan, standing guard outside the door, did not understand what was happening, but thoughtfully closed the door for Li Wei.
She herself stood outside like a door god, ready to heed any instructions at a moment's notice.
At one point, Gu Yan asked through the door whether she wanted to go eat breakfast. Li Wei chose to play dead.
It was not until the sun had climbed high, nearly noon, that Li Wei's mood finally began to settle.
But she no longer wanted to remain in this old residence.
Every blade of grass and tree, every brick and tile here, seemed steeped in stories and filled with sorrow, stabbing at her again and again.
Li Wei urged Gu Yan along, politely declined the old residence steward's invitation to lunch, and returned straight to Gu Garden.
When she went upstairs, she discovered that the second bedroom she had originally occupied had been emptied. All her clothes and belongings had been moved by the servants into the master bedroom.
That second bedroom had practically become a huge storeroom, piled high with all kinds of dowry gifts and presents sent by the Jiang Family.
Seeing this, Li Wei did not put on airs. She went straight into the room that had originally