If Ah Yan were truly taken in marriage by a son from one of the Aristocratic Clans...
Jiang Yifan remembered the woman who, in the winter days, wrapped in a silver fox fur cloak, sang freely in the wilderness. Would such a woman, if she married into a great clan, have all her beauty extinguished, reduced to nothing more than a tool for the family's wealth generation?
Thinking this way, Jiang Yifan's heart couldn't help but ache.
