Upon hearing this, Prime Minister Su, who was sipping tea in the flower hall, spat out a mouthful of tea, startling the servant beside him who scrambled to wipe it away. Suddenly, Su Qingyao's eyes lit up, and she pulled out a delicate, gilded porcelain vase from her sleeve: "Xiao Huang! Try this!"
Jiang Xiaohuang carefully dipped her fingertips into the cream, revealing a lustrous, light pink paste with a subtle peach blossom fragrance. The moment she gently applied it to her cheeks, it felt like the morning glow of spring falling on white jade, giving her skin a natural blush and making her appear even more radiant and charming.
"This is made with peach blossom dew and honey!" Su Qingyao said proudly, the pearl tassels on her bun swaying happily with her movements. "I tried 49 times before I succeeded! Sister-in-law, I didn't even put this much effort into your wedding."
Nian Li rolled her eyes at her, but couldn't help but lean in for a closer look. Her fingertips gently touched her daughter's cheek, "It's indeed quite nice, exuding a natural aura." She turned and instructed the maid, her tone filled with unconcealed joy, "Go get Xiao Huang's wedding dress. Let's try it on while the weather's nice."
In the fitting room, twin lotus flowers embroidered with gold thread gleamed in the candlelight. Jiang Xiaohuang gazed at herself in the mirror. The pearls on her phoenix coronet cascaded like a galaxy, and the embroidery on her bridal robe was vivid. Suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes. In her previous life, at her coming-of-age celebration, she had worn the wedding dress prepared by her stepmother, anxiously awaiting an unknown fate. Now, in the wedding dress prepared by her family, her eyes were filled with anticipation for the future.
Su Qingyao hugged her shoulders from behind, and the scent of rouge mixed with the scent of peach blossoms lingered in her nose: "Silly girl, do you remember when you were a child, you always followed me and asked for rouge?"
"Back then, I thought my cousin knew everything," Jiang Xiaohuang said, her voice choking with sobs. "Now I know that my cousin gave me the best."
"Alright, alright," Su Qingyao wiped her eyes and patted her back, pretending to be calm. "If you cry any more, your makeup will get ruined. By the way, how is Mo Chen planning to welcome her? I heard he wants to make a big scene."
Jiang Xiaohuang winked slyly, the pearls on her phoenix coronet swaying gently, her eyes gleaming with confidence. "This time, it's my turn to snatch the bride." She gazed out the window at the rising moon, its light streaming down her radiant face like water. The curve of her lips revealed a sense of control over her fate and a certainty about her happiness. At this moment, she was no longer a lady at the mercy of others, but a woman of the world, determined to write her own life.
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