The autumn wind swept up fallen leaves, sending them spiraling down through the air.
Yunjian was particularly excited that day for one simple reason: she was going to the Anyi Marquis Residence with Sui Yun, who had the day off.
At home, she picked out the outfit that made her look the gentlest and most demure, then happily climbed into the carriage.
When the carriage stopped outside the Anyi Marquis Residence, she had barely lifted the curtain before she saw the young man standing in the warm autumn sunshine, his hand extended to help her down.
He stood tall and straight, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.
Sunlight spilled over him, softening even his aloof air.
Yunjian gave him a sweet smile and placed her hand, two sizes smaller than his, in his palm.
With Sui Yun supporting her, she playfully hopped down from the carriage and walked into the Marquis's Residence beside him.
Sui Yun's father looked very much like him. The moment Yunjian saw him, she felt as though she were looking at Sui Yun many years into the future.
The Marquis's Wife sat beside him, her whole bearing radiating the gentle grace of a woman from south of the Yangtze.
At that moment, however, she was trying hard to be a marquis's wife who showed no hint of timidity.
But in her previous life, Yunjian had witnessed plenty of struggles within wealthy families.
She saw straight through the Marquis's Wife's flimsy act, all outward strength and inward weakness.
Before coming to the Anyi Marquis Residence, she had made a special trip to ask Luoshui about the Anyi Marquis and his wife's true temperaments.
According to Wenren Luoshui, the Anyi Marquis's personality was practically identical to Sui Yun's.
As for the Marquis's Wife, she had grown up