The laughter from the outer courtyard had yet to dissipate, but the backyard had quieted down. The idle maids and guards had returned to their rooms, leaving the night to the bride of these few days.
Sitting in the bridal chamber of the back residence, Wu Xin'Er was elegant and proper, a red veil covering her head, and she had not moved in quite a while.
Her hands twisted nervously at her waist, straining to listen to the surroundings, her heart filled with a nameless anxiety and nervousness.
She actually didn't have much affection for Chen Mo, but Chen Mo's repeated rejections made her resent him a little. She was a pure and innocent maiden, the legitimate daughter of the Wu Family, yet he despised her like this.
However, alongside the resentment, she also had a fondness for Chen Mo. Handsome, close in age to her, powerful, and standing at the pinnacle of the Great Song Dynasty—what girl wouldn't have such dreams about such a man?
