Chapter 76
Soon, the auspicious time arrived.
Shen Qingnian put on the red veil, and the matchmaker carried her out on her back.
As soon as she stepped out of her room, firecrackers went off outside, making Shen Qingnian's head spin, followed by congratulations from everyone.
Through the veil, she could only see the hems of the guests' clothes; many people had come to the mansion.
At that moment, a commotion broke out, followed by gasps of surprise from the crowd:
"His Highness the Crown Prince has arrived! It was actually His Highness the Crown Prince who came in person!"
"His Highness has come to fetch the bride in person. There is no precedent for a royal family to do so. Isn't this rather inappropriate?"
"What do you know? His Highness and the Crown Princess have a deep affection for each other, which is why he went there in person."
"Yes, yes, His Highness personally escorted the bride, which shows how deep the affection between His Highness and the Crown Princess is!"
"His Highness the Crown Prince dotes on his Crown Princess so much, it's truly enviable."
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The guests were all talking about it, and Shen Qingnian was also a little surprised, as there had never been a precedent in this dynasty for the crown prince to personally escort his bride.
"Your Highness is afraid that the Crown Princess will be frightened," came the smiling voice of the matchmaker.
Shen Qingnian pursed her red lips slightly.
Soon, she was carried to the gate of the mansion by the matchmaker. As soon as she was put down, a bright red dress stopped in front of her, and the surrounding noise also quieted down.
"My wife, give me your hand," the man's gentle voice rang out.
Shen Qingnian raised her hand, which was painted with bright red nail polish, and the next moment, it was tightly grasped by the man's large, warm, and dry hand.
A cheer arose from the surrounding area.
Amidst the cheers, she was carefully led by the man toward the sedan chair.
"Don't be afraid, I'm always here," the man's low voice reached her ears again.
Shen Qingnian was personally escorted to a sedan chair by Song Xuan.
The bridal sedan chair was specially enlarged to make it very comfortable to sit in. After she got into the sedan chair, she lifted the veil on her head and was surprised to find that there was a small table inside with some food and a pot of tea on it.
Shen Qingnian's heart skipped a beat; this was prepared for her by Song Xuan.
Outside the sedan chair, there were still continuous shouts and the sound of firecrackers. Song Xuan's betrothal gifts could be described as a ten-mile-long red procession.
Once the shouts outside the sedan chair had subsided, she gently lifted the curtain of the sedan chair window and looked ahead.
On the snow-white horse, a man in a bright red wedding robe stood with his back straight. Even from behind, one could tell that he was of noble birth and no ordinary person.
Shen Qingnian felt her heart beating a little fast, and the man on horseback seemed to sense it and turned his head.
Their eyes met in mid-air, but only for a moment before she quickly looked away.
Song Xuan seemed different today. His usually gentle gaze had become somewhat arrogant and even aggressive, especially when he looked at her just now...
Riding on his horse, Song Xuan's heart was surging with excitement. That one glance just now felt like an eternity.
Qingnian, finally, is his wife...
The wedding ceremony in this dynasty was not complicated. Shen Qingnian was carried directly into the East Palace. Under the witness of the emperor, empress and guests, she and Song Xuan bowed to each other and were then sent to the bridal chamber.
Bright red wedding candles burned in the bedroom, the brocade quilt depicting mandarin ducks playing in the water was bright red, and the room was filled with the faint scent of jasmine.
Shen Qingnian had her head covered by a veil. She sat on the bed, while the matchmaker stood in front of her. The room was silent.
Until Song Xuan pushed open the door and entered, he was dressed in a bright red wedding robe, which made his handsome face even more dashing.
"Please lift the veil, Your Highness," the matchmaker said, handing the wedding scale to Song Xuan.
After Song Xuan took the wedding scale, he gestured for the matchmaker to leave. He took a deep breath and held the scale towards the veil...
The veil covering Shen Qingnian's face was lifted, revealing the man's gentle and handsome face—
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