In front of the Chuihua Gate, Madam Yan, the senior matriarch of the Yan Family, stretched her neck continuously, looking eagerly towards the main gate, unable to hide the urgency and anticipation on her face. Daohua, Yan Yihuan, Yan Yishuang, and Yan Yile stood respectfully on either side of the matriarch, waiting in a well-behaved manner.
It wasn't long before the sounds of laughter and chatter approached.
Soon, everyone saw Madam Li, the Sun Family, and the Wu Family accompany a beautiful woman and a gentle-looking young girl as they entered.
"Mother!"
At the sight of Madam Yan, Yan Siyu's eyes immediately filled with tears. Letting go of Madam Li's hand, she hurried towards her aged mother.
And Madam Yan, too tear-streaked, moved forward somewhat excitedly with quick steps.