The villagers didn't know what the concept of the Marquis Zhenyuan was, they only knew that he was very high-ranking and in charge of all the troops in Datong Prefecture. 。Those spiteful aunts and uncles all changed their faces, vying for Wang Yanqing, even trying to get him to change his words and bring their own daughters over. 。Although Wang Yanqing was only seven years old, life had already taught him the warmth and coldness of human nature, how to read people's expressions and intentions. 。He left nothing behind for those so-called relatives, and silently followed Fu Yue's army to an unknown Beijing city. 。At that time, I didn't know what kind of world I was going into. 。I knew there were rich and poor people, farmers and those with different social standings, but I didn't expect the gap between classes to be so vast. 。After entering Xuanwu Gate, everything along the way was beyond imagination. I felt dizzy as the carriage turned left and right, finally arriving at a majestic and imposing mansion. 。When Wang Yanqing got off the carriage, she was so frightened by the scene before her that she couldn't utter a word, nor dare to take another step. 。A grand household, majestic even in silence, with attendants bowing and bustling about. Even a random maid here was better dressed than the village head's wife. 。,Just as Wang Yanqing was at a loss, a voice suddenly came from behind, "Who is that",Fu Tingzhou went to Yongping Hou's mansion privately and agreed after returning. 。The third young lady of Marquis Yongping has found a good husband, and Houfu Zhenyuan is now connected to an old prestigious family. Marquis Wuding has won over a young military talent, everyone is happy except Wang Yanqing. 。。