On this day, the sky was clear and bright. Despite the scorching summer weather, an occasional cool breeze made it much more bearable than the stifling heat of the previous few days. It seemed as if heaven was blessing this grand wedding ceremony, which was no less significant than the wedding of Princess Chaoyang.
Before dawn arrived, Xin He was woken up. Thanks to various rituals, she had to wash face, comb hair, and dress. Surrounded by a group of women fussing over her, even Shulan and Xiaoyu couldn't get close. The room was filled with maids bustling about, making it a hive of activity.
Every detail was crucial, even down to the order of combing her hair. If anything was wrong, the women would fuss and protest that it was bad luck.
Xin He felt a headache coming on.
This wedding was very different from what it would have been in Yang Luowan.