The sun had just risen, and its rays fell on the bustling streets, adding warmth to this festive day.
"Miss, wake up! Get up quickly, His Highness Prince Han is coming to marry you soon! Get up, get up!" Gu Yu urged Yan Wan to get up. The other maids were all doing their jobs and were very enthusiastic. Only Yan Wan covered her head with the quilt and pretended not to hear Gu Yu's words.
"Miss, get up quickly, Miss, Miss."
"Guyu, please, let me sleep a little longer, okay?" Yan Wan's voice came from under the covers.
"No, Miss, Madam and Miss Jingxi will be here soon, so you'd better get up!" Gu.Cold-blooded.Yu refused, then pulled Yan Wan out of the quilt, and everyone proceeded with the necessary steps in an orderly manner.
Yan Wan sat dozing in front of her dressing table, while her maids busily combed her long hair and dressed her in a magnificent wedding gown. The phoenix coronet and embroidered robes shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight, making the bride appear like a fairy.
"Wan'er, how are the preparations going?" Mother Yan's voice came from outside the door, and then she walked in.
"Madam, everything is ready. All that's left is for you to comb Miss's hair."
"Mother." Yan Wan finally woke up from her nap and tugged at her mother's hand affectionately.
Mother Yan took the comb from Gu Yu's hands and said with a smile, "You're about to get married, why are you still acting like a child? Turn around quickly, let your mother comb your hair."
"Okay, Mother." Yan Wan turned around shyly to face the mirror.
Mother Yan picked up the comb and said as she combed her hair:
"Combing from head to toe, the couple will live in harmony and mutual respect."
"Combing twice to the end, like two birds flying wing to wing."
"Combing three times to the end, one will enjoy wealth and honor throughout this life."
With each word her mother spoke, her eyes reddened further. Yan Wan looked at her mother's reddened eyes in the mirror, and her own eyes slowly reddened as well. She could only look at the table, not daring to meet her mother's gaze, afraid that neither of them would be able to control their emotions.
"My Wan'er has grown up." Mother Yan said with emotion as she looked at her beautifully dressed daughter.
"Mother, thank you for taking care of your daughter all these years." Yan Wan turned around and gently hugged her mother.
"Silly child." Mother Yan hugged Yan Wan back, then let go and walked quickly to the door. She paused for a moment, then said with a sob in her voice, "Wan'er, rest well for a while. Mother will go to the front hall to see how the arrangements are going."
"Mother, it's chilly in the morning, please put on another layer of clothing."
"Yes, Mother knows." Stepping out the door, Mother Yan raised her hand to touch the corner of her eye, paused for a moment, and then walked towards the front hall.
"Wan'er, I'm back." Before the words were finished, Jing Xi, dressed in pink, slipped in through the door.
"Wow, Wan'er, you look so beautiful today! Why are your eyes so red?" Jing Xi praised Yan Wan. Today, Yan Wan seemed like a masterpiece sculpted by nature. Her eyes were like autumn lake water, clear and deep, sparkling with wisdom and gentleness. Her nose was straight and elegant, like a pine tree standing proudly on a mountaintop. Her lips were the color of cherry blossoms in full bloom, pink and alluring, and her skin was as white as jade, delicate and smooth. A red wedding dress further accentuated her jade-like bones and icy skin, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
"Jingxi, you're finally back. I missed you so much," Yan Wan said, taking Jingxi's hand and sitting her down on the soft couch.
"Wan'er, I miss you too. You still haven't told me why your eyes are red."
"My mother came by just now, and I felt a little reluctant to leave."
"It's alright, it's alright, let me hug Wan'er." Jing Xi gently hugged Yan Wan, silently comforting her.
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On the main street, the wedding procession moved slowly forward. Ji Mohan, dressed in red, rode a magnificent white horse, creating a strong visual impact. His eyelids were slightly lowered, his nose was high and straight, his thin lips were tightly closed, his face was cold and hard, and his figure was tall and upright. The red silk on the horse fluttered in the wind, complementing the festive red around him.
When the wedding procession arrived at the Yan residence, the sounds of gongs, drums, and firecrackers mingled together, creating a deafening roar. Ji Mohan dismounted and entered to pay his respects to Mr. and Mrs. Yan.
"The son-in-law pays his respects to his father-in-law and mother-in-law."
"Your Highness, please rise quickly." Father Yan hurriedly stepped forward to help his son-in-law up, still looking somewhat apprehensive.
Meanwhile, Yan Wan emerged from her boudoir surrounded by a crowd. Her wedding dress shone brightly in the sunlight, resembling a blooming red flower.
"Wan'er, your brother will carry you to your wedding." Yan Jin was waiting at Yan Wan's door early in the morning. After seeing Yan Wan come out, he squatted down in front of her.
"Thank you, brother." Yan Wan gently leaned on Yan Jin's back.
"Wan'er, if you ever suffer any injustice in the future, come home. Your brother will take care of you," Yan Jin said in a muffled voice.
"Wan'er knows, thank you brother." Yan Wan's voice was a little choked up, the emotions she had just suppressed rose again, and she said with a sore throat.
Upon reaching the front hall, Yan Jin placed Yan Wan beside Ji Mohan. Yan Wan was slightly unsteady on her feet, but a large hand reached out and firmly grasped her arm, straightening her up before releasing it.
"Thank you." Yan Wan said softly, her sweet voice coming from under the veil, which made the person grit their teeth.
"Wan'er, after you get married, you must be respectful and obedient, and never go against your parents-in-law's wishes. You must uphold the virtues of a wife, live in harmony with your husband, and work together to manage your family well." Father Yan said to his daughter, then turned away reluctantly.
"Wan'er, after you get married, you must be diligent and respectful, and never violate the proper etiquette of a young lady. You must take good care of yourself and treat your husband with the utmost respect. In your husband's family, you must learn to handle all kinds of affairs, get along well with your parents-in-law and sisters-in-law, and take good care of yourself," Mother Yan said, her voice choked with emotion.
"I understand, thank you, Father and Mother, for raising me all these years. From now on, I will not be able to be by your side to fulfill my filial duties. I am an unfilial daughter." After Yan Wan finished speaking, she knelt down. Ji Mohan looked at the girl kneeling on the ground and knelt down as well.
Yan Wan felt the people around her kneeling down as well, and she was shocked. In fact, for Ji Mohan, he did not need to kneel at all. Given his status, even his father and mother would have to bow to him.
"Yan Wan bids farewell to Father and Mother." Then, she kowtowed to her father and mother, and the people around her also kowtowed. When Yan's mother saw this, she wanted to go up and help her daughter up, but her father grabbed her arm.
Looking at Ji Mohan's every word and action, Yan Jin accepted her brother-in-law for the first time. First of all, he respected Yan Wan and the Yan family, and this alone was enough for her to acknowledge him.
After Yan Wan got up, Gu Yu wanted to go up and help her young mistress to sit in the bridal sedan chair, but Ji Mo Han stopped her. Then, Ji Mo Han bent down, picked up Yan Wan, and strode towards the door.
The fragrance of the woman in his arms wafted over him. Her small, snow-white hands clutched her clothes lightly as if startled, her head resting on his chest, nestled obediently in his embrace. Ji Mohan smiled, but the smile quickly vanished, as if it had been an illusion.
Yan Wan pressed her face against Ji Mohan's chest, listening to the pounding heartbeat and smelling the cool fragrance emanating from him. The temperature on Yan Wan's face slowly rose.
Ji Mohan gently placed Yan Wan into the bridal sedan chair, walked to the horse, and mounted it with clean and swift movements.
"Raise the sedan chair."
The wedding procession continued, and people on both sides of the street stopped to watch, their faces beaming with blessings.
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