In everyone's eyes, this wedding would only bring harm and no benefit to An Yuan'er.
Life is already tough for women in this world. What woman doesn't hope to marry a perfect husband and be with him for life?
Even if they can't be a couple, at least they can respect each other and maintain harmony in the family.
This wedding, taking place outside Chenyang Palace and onto the main street, was under the watchful eyes of many. For An Yuan'er, this would be a stain that she could never wash away. If she were to marry in the future, what wealthy family could accept a newlywed woman who had already been married? The groom would probably find it extremely distasteful.
Li Gui kindly advised, "Miss An, your master understands your thoughts, but you are still young and have a long life ahead of you. There's no need for you to be like this. Your master certainly hopes that you can be happy."
An Yuan'er interrupted Li Gui, blinked her innocent and bright eyes, and said happily, "Eunuch Li, being able to marry the person I love is the happiest thing for me. You shouldn't stop me; you should be happy for me. I can finally become Ali's bride. He is unique, his only bride in his life."
An Yuan'er stood up, twirled around, and said with a smile, "Eunuch Li, do you think this wedding dress looks good on me? I've been choosing it for a long time. Will Ali like it?"
The girl smiled brightly. Her wedding dress was as red as blood.
However, she was the only one laughing; everyone else silently lowered their heads.
Everyone knew that this was a funeral, a tragedy.
The wedding the girl longed for was just a one-woman show she put on for herself; from beginning to end, she was the only one truly immersed in the performance.
It should have been a wedding for two, but she had to do it all by herself.
Li Gui choked up as she spoke. She knew the girl's determination; no one had the heart to stop her. It was the girl's last beautiful dream, her final act of madness.
As they emerged from Chenyang Palace, the people on the street did not hear any funeral music; instead, they heard the sounds of gongs and drums, a wedding procession.
People are naturally curious, and almost the entire population of Shengjing gathered around, craning their necks to see what was going on.
The wedding that belonged to Yi Chenli and An Yuan'er was held in an exceptionally grand manner.
An Yuan'er assumed that all the people in the city had come to celebrate her and to give her their blessings.
All the people saw was a large coffin being carried by guards, and on one side of the coffin, a girl in a wedding dress was smiling and walking beside the coffin.
She held a large red silk ribbon in her hand, the other end of which was connected to the coffin.
The girl wore no makeup, only a touch of blood-stained red on her lips. Yet, even in this simple state, the red wedding dress adorned her with breathtaking beauty. This striking red seemed tailor-made for her.
Her alluring skirt swayed gently in the breeze, like an endless surge of crimson, or a flame burning on the horizon, rolling in through the mortal world, seemingly trampling all worldly splendor underfoot. The world had never seen such a beautiful bride; even the words "beauty that could topple kingdoms" would be an understatement of her beauty.
The more boisterous the gongs and drums, the grander the spectacle, and the more beautiful the girl, the more one senses the tragedy of this wedding.
Even if the common people did not know the story of the Sixth Prince and Miss An, this scene left them with only a deep sigh.
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