Taixing, Year Sixteen, the second day of the fourth month.
The Crown Prince's consort is bestowed.
Outside the Duke Yan Mansion, the roads are concealed by drapes. Inside, palace attendants line up, gravely solemn.
Tang Xiaobai gazes outside, suddenly feeling a bit lost.
The Crown Prince's grand wedding is indeed grand, but it lacks cheerfulness. No one dares to breathe loudly, fearing any mistakes.
"What are you staring at?" Tang Jiaojiao pulls her head back.
In the bronze mirror, a face without makeup is reflected.
Her eyebrows are delicately arched, and her almond eyes are round.
Without rouge, her cheeks are already slightly flushed, like the pink of spring cherry blossoms.
"Second Miss is truly beautiful!" Cheng Zi praises from the side.
Tang Xiaobai smiles bashfully, glancing at Gu Ning and Tang Jiaojiao in the mirror.
Is her beauty only at the bottom of the family?
If not compared with her family, she also feels she is quite good-looking, but—
