Chapter 483 Chu Jin and Man Luo’s Wedding
Spring of the second year of Ganhe.
As the ice and snow began to melt, the capital city was dyed with warm colors by a grand wedding.
The marriage of Chu Jin and Man Luo was personally arranged by Emperor Helian Feng, with Xiao Nanyan as the assistant. The ceremony was as grand as a royal wedding - from Xuanwu Street to the gate of the Imperial Master's Mansion, ten miles of red silk spread out across the sky, lanterns were as bright as day, drums and music were resounding, and even the air was filled with the sweet aroma of honey.
In the Regent's Palace, Manluo's boudoir was filled with a rare tranquility.
Xiyan sat in front of the makeup mirror, picked up a thin eyebrow pencil, and gently pinched Manluo's chin with her fingertips, asking her to raise her eyes slightly.
The beautiful woman in the mirror was wearing a brand new phoenix coronet and bridal gown. Her cheeks were flushed, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly like the wings of a frightened butterfly.
"Don't shake."
Xiyan smiled, her voice as soft as the spring water in the south of the Yangtze River:
"If you shake it again, your eyebrows will become crooked."
Manluo pursed her lips and said, "Who's shaking? I... I'm not nervous! We're already his mother, it's just a marriage."
"Silly girl."
Xiyan put down her eyebrow pencil, took a peach wood comb, and gently combed Manluo's long hair that was scattered behind her shoulders.
Her black hair flowed like a waterfall, wrapping around her fingertips, with the softness unique to a young girl.
"I know you're feeling very complicated right now."
Her voice was as light as a feather brushing against my heart: "You always feel that you have no home, and marrying into that world would be like being a rootless duckweed, but what does it matter?"
The teeth of the comb gently pass through the hair, straightening out the fine strands one by one.
Xiyan leaned over to Manluo's ear, her breath carrying a faint orchid scent:
"You still have a good sister like me. No matter where you go in the future, wherever I am, you can stay. If you are wronged, come back and I will support you. During the holidays, I will prepare your favorite roast chicken and roast duck, and we can still squeeze into the same bed and whisper to each other like before."
"Xiyan..."
Manluo suddenly turned around, hugged her waist, buried her face in her clothes, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time finally burst out.
Hot tears soaked Xiyan's sleeves. She sobbed, her voice intermittent, like a string wet by wind and rain:
"I'm very happy to marry Chu Jin, but I can't bear to leave you. Over the years, I've been hanging out with you. Even when we were in the palace, you always had a cold face, but I still ran to your room whenever I had something to do. But now that we're married and have left this place, we can no longer be like before..."
Xiyan gently held Manluo's face and wiped away her tears with a handkerchief, her fingertips warm:
"Look, you look so beautiful today. Once you marry me, you'll be the mistress of the Chu family, so you can't be as crazy as before. Manluo, as long as you want to come back, my home will always be your home."
Manluo looked at the seriousness in her eyes, sobbed and nodded, but her tears flowed even more violently.
But this time, mixed with the tears was the warm feeling of finally finding someone to rely on.
She knew that Xiyan was not being polite - this sister who had accompanied her through thick and thin had long become her most solid root in this world.
"Chu Jin is a reliable person."
Xiyan picked up the rouge and carefully smudged her cheeks:
"He may seem cold and hard, but he's truly kind to you. Marry him and live a good life with your family of three. Stop being fickle and stop going to Qiyun Pavilion to look for those two young prostitutes."
Manluo burst into laughter and slapped Xiyan:
"Look at what you said. How could I be so restless?"
The smile on Xiyan's face suddenly faded, and he looked at her with a serious expression:
"Manluo, there's someone who wants to see you. He's been standing outside the door."
Manluo was slightly startled, her long eyelashes trembling, as if she had thought of something, and tentatively called out the name:
"A Zhan?"
"Do you want to see him?"
Manluo lowered her eyes, her slender fingers unconsciously twisting the tassels of her bridal gown. After pondering for a while, she finally nodded slightly.
Xiyan stood up, tidied up her hair, turned around and quietly left the room.
Not long after, the door creaked open and Xie Zhan walked in from outside.
He was wearing a sky-blue brocade robe, which made his face look even more handsome, but there was a lingering loneliness between his brows.
But when he saw the gorgeous Manluo sitting in front of the mirror, wearing a phoenix crown and a gorgeous robe, his dim eyes suddenly lit up, as if they were filled with starlight, and he admired her sincerely:
"Manluo, you are so beautiful."
Manluo's cheeks flushed, and her slender hands nervously tugged at the hem of her sleeves, leaving deep wrinkles on the brocade.
"Thank you……"
She opened her mouth slightly, with thousands of words stuck in her throat, but she didn't know what to say. The hall fell into silence for a moment.
Xie Zhan suddenly smiled, with a hint of relief in his smile, and took out a mutton-fat white jade bracelet from his arms. The jade was warm and smooth, and was carved with fine vine patterns.
He walked forward, gently took Manluo's wrist, and put the jade bracelet on it:
"This jade bracelet is my wedding gift to you. You must accept it."
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