Yun Shaomu was initially very resistant to the pink robe, but when he looked at himself in the mirror and Yun Shaoyuan in front of him, he thought the clothes were not bad.

"Hehehehe, big brother, when you praise me, aren't you just praising yourself?"

"We look exactly alike."

"That's true!"

Yun Shaoyuan scratched his head.

Today, the two children's hair was not tied up with jade crowns, but instead styled into two round double buns with red ribbons, which looked very cute and playful.

"We two are exceptionally good-looking, among the best in the capital! Naturally, we look good in anything!"

Yun Shaomu's face was flushed, looking very happy.

"Second brother, you should keep a low profile."

Yun Shaoyuan patted Yun Shaomu on the shoulder.

“Brother, when Ninth Aunt steps through the gate of the Jibei Prince’s Mansion and walks inside, the two of us will lift up the hem of her skirt, uh… or rather, the hem of her cloak.”

"You mean, one person holds up one side of the skirt and follows behind Aunt Jiu?"

"right!"

Why do this?

Although he had never seen anyone else get married, he always felt something was off.

"Trust me, you won't go wrong!"

"We, we are flower girls!"

"I accompanied my ninth aunt on her wedding day, so I helped her hold up her skirt."

Yun Shaomu remembered that Yun Duoduo had told him that when a bride got married, two flower girls would lead the way, usually a boy and a girl, scattering flowers as they guided her inside.