The exchange of pleasantries before the Ding Family residence was quite harmonious and friendly.
Meng Zhao and the Ding Family Patriarch took the lead at the very front, smiling as they conversed without pause on their way toward the Ding Family's inner residence. A long procession followed behind them, like stars clustered around the moon.
Ding Zhanyun, meanwhile, was surrounded by her former concubine mothers, aunts, elder sisters, and younger sisters. Lavish praise and flattery rained down on her like raindrops, thoroughly satisfying her vanity and pride.
A woman had two great opportunities in life. The first was the family into which she was born—those born rich followed wealth, while those born poor followed poverty. The second was choosing a reliable husband, which could likewise defy heaven and change one's fate.
Was Ding Zhanyun beautiful? She was. Did she have a good figure? She did!
Yet there were countless women in this world as beautiful as Ding Zhanyun, and certainly no shortage of women even more outstanding than her. But when it came to husbands, they fell far short of her. It could only be said that Destiny Number had ordained it so.
From time to time, Ding Zhanyun could catch the occasional envy, jealousy, and even disdain in her sisters' eyes. Yet they carefully concealed it, not daring to reveal it before her, which only made her all the more pleased with herself.
No matter how clever or calculating she was, she was still only a young girl, easily swayed by her emotions.
Before long, Meng Zhao and the Ding Family Patriarch arrived at the main hall. Ding Zhanyun, meanwhile, took the gifts brought from the Meng Family and headed toward the rear residence, intending to scatter silver coins freely and indulge herself in the thrill of returning home