Below, a woman in a tattered white dress stood staring blankly at the two newlyweds in the distance.
Her white dress was covered in mud, and tears had long since flooded her eyes.
Beside her stood a delicate little girl, cute as a doll.
Such an odd pair stood quietly at the other end of the red carpet.
The powerful figures around them, who had been feasting and drinking, clearly sensed that something was amiss.
They looked at the woman, then at the wedding taking place in the distance, their eyes filled with contemplation.
There might just be a story here.
The Quasi-Saints on the stage had clearly noticed as well.
Ye Lin watched the scene with great interest.
This scene reminded him of a rather unpleasant ending.
Sure enough, the woman spoke the next moment.
"Zhao Jinchao, you certainly have it good, holding such a grand and glorious wedding. But what about me? Where have you put me? Where have you put our daughter?"
"Back then, you left without a word, leaving me alone to struggle as I raised our daughter."
"Zhao Jinchao, today, either you give me an explanation, or I'll die before your eyes with our daughter. You ruined me, so I'll ruin you too."
The moment those words fell, the lively scene around them abruptly fell silent.
The gathered powerhouses were utterly dumbfounded.
They had guessed there was a story behind this, but never expected it to be this explosive.
For a moment, they looked at Zhao Jinchao, the eldest son of the Zhao Family head, then at the woman, before silently beginning to retreat.
Now that the Wang Family and Zhao Family were joining through marriage, this was an occasion of utmost importance. For this woman to openly provoke them here, things would likely be