Duke Dingguo Mansion.
Amidst the clamor of gongs, drums, suona horns, and the crackle of firecrackers, Zhi Wan alighted from the bridal sedan, supported by the Wedding Maid.
Lu Zhan, dressed in auspicious crimson robes, stood before the sedan. He watched his bride walk slowly toward him, the usual frost in his eyes melting away into a pool of tender affection.
Zhi Wan's head was covered by the wedding veil, her vision limited. But when she glanced down, she could still see the corner of a crimson robe and a pair of satin boots embroidered with auspicious clouds.
'It's my cousin.'
Zhi Wan's heart relaxed, a sweet feeling enveloping it.
Just then, the Wedding Maid placed one end of the wedding sash in her hand.
"Will the groom please lead the bride over the brazier and across the saddle!"
