The wedding grandma re-styled Ji Qingwu's hair and lightly applied powder and rouge to her face, all while spouting an endless stream of auspicious words.
On such a joyous day, Ji Qingwu was happy to hear them, though her face was growing stiff from smiling so much.
Just as they finished their preparations, the clamorous sound of drums and gongs erupted outside.
Inside the courtyard, the towering parasol tree was laden with coral glass lamps, a truly beautiful sight. The entire Ji Mansion was draped in red silk satin, with large red lanterns hung high.
Ji Bo Lian and Mrs. Qiao were already waiting in the main hall. Old Madam Ji and Ji Qingyuan sat to the side. When they saw Ji Qingwu enter, they all quickly rose to bow.
Ji Qingwu held a golden silk fan in her left hand to cover her face. It was embroidered with the "One Hundred Sons and One Thousand Grandsons" motif, so exquisitely detailed that the expressions on the figures were incredibly lifelike.
