The next day, two figures appeared at the Wen Family gate bright and early.
Even though she wore a veil, Zhang Xiaoyun was incredibly nervous, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Husband, I'm so nervous," Zhang Xiaoyun said, her voice trembling as she clutched Wen Qingye's arm.
Wen Qingye smiled. "What's there to be nervous about? My mother is very kind. Besides, I'm here with you."
After saying this, Wen Qingye walked up and began to knock on the door.
"KNOCK, KNOCK!"
After a moment, the door opened.
"Wen... Young Master!" a young servant exclaimed in surprise upon seeing Wen Qingye.
Wen Qingye had grown up in the Wen Family and was quite familiar with its people. The servant before him was one of the family stewards.
Wen Qingye nodded, then took Zhang Xiaoyun by the hand and walked inside.
