The bride has been sent off, yet the festivities at her family home are just beginning.
Mrs. Zhen, supported by Du Yunluo, returned to freshen up and apply fragrant ointment and rouge, before rejoining the guests.
Old Mrs. Xia was in an excellent mood, being quite the jovial person, and was being amused endlessly by a group of ladies.
Du Yunluo sat by her side, occasionally joining in the conversation.
"Old Lady, isn't Lan sixteen this year?" An elderly lady sitting next to Old Mrs. Xia said with a smile, "Our third son ran into him recently and told me that Lan has grown taller and more handsome, and is quite a delight to see."
Upon hearing this, Du Yunluo discreetly observed the elderly lady, recalling that she was an old friend of Old Mrs. Xia from her maiden days. Her family name was Li, a noble family, and her husband was an Imperial College Sacrificial Officer before retirement.
