บท 1411: Be Picky

Raelle stood inside her dressing chamber, gazing at her reflection. Her gown was a masterpiece, a stunning crimson creation hand-embroidered to perfection by Yue Yue's delicate hands. Golden threads ran through the intricate designs of phoenixes and peonies, shimmering under the lantern light. The gown's long, flowing sleeves brushed the floor as she moved, every single thread showed the love and care that Yue Yue put into every detail of her wedding attire. Her hair was pinned up in an elegant, traditional style, adorned with gold hairpieces and jade combs, with strands of pearls cascading down the sides.

All this jewelry was taken out from the family's vault and it showed the beauty of the era that had passed.