"Bride, please drink this bowl of meat soup."
Steward Zhao held a bowl of meat soup in his hands as he approached Su Bai, step by step.
Su Bai had no way to disguise his voice at the moment, and he had no idea how well the old steward knew the bride in the East Courtyard. He could only watch in silence as the old steward approached him.
But he certainly wasn't foolish enough to actually drink that bowl of meat soup. Even if he hadn't overheard the four players outside, he would already have smelled its rotten stench. If Su Bai could borrow Qing Lan's eyes right now, he would probably be able to see exactly what the bowl of meat soup and Steward Zhao, who held it, really were.
"Bride..."
Smelling that familiar rotten stench through the wedding veil, Su Bai knew the bowl of meat soup had been brought right in front of him.
"Ah."
Perhaps because Su Bai sat there without moving, Steward Zhao sighed beside him and suddenly began trying to persuade him in earnest-
"I knew the village would send someone over, but I never thought they'd send a poor girl like you. Ah, that Master Wang is a ravenous lecher. You may have a kind heart, girl, but... don't blame an old man for speaking plainly. Compared with those two from the neighboring village, you really aren't pretty. Even if that lecher did see you, he wouldn't choose you. That blackhearted scoundrel can't see the kindness in anyone's heart."
"But none of that matters now. This estate probably won't need a mistress anymore... so, girl, as long as you're willing to drink the meat soup, once everything is done, I'll arrange to cover your mother's medical expenses and send your younger brother to