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Time passed quickly with the company of her sisters. In front of these girls, Liu Qingxi, who had lived two lives, lacked the shyness that a young bride should have and instead felt quite at ease. Her marriage to Yang Yichen was a natural progression, as expected.
However, when the next day arrived and she was pulled out of bed before dawn, her mood instantly soured.
After a few seconds of daze, she suddenly became alert. Oh no, she was getting married today. Why did she not feel any of the typical pre-wedding jitters?
After thinking for a while, Liu Qingxi reached a conclusion: Yang Yichen was so thick-skinned; they had shared a bed countless times already, and her own shyness had been worn away by him.
She truly didn’t know what to do about it.
Without her mother, Aunt Four Zhang took on the maternal role, leading several maids to help her bathe and change clothes. After all the fuss, Liu Qingxi finally accepted the fact that she was getting married.
At that moment, in the bright and clear mirror, Liu Qingxi saw her rosy cheeks, plump red lips, and sparkling eyes.
Her face was different from her previous life; although she didn’t possess the captivating beauty of other transmigrated women, her face was pleasing and attractive in a way that wouldn’t lead to aesthetic fatigue.
She couldn’t help but indulge in some self-love.
While lost in thought, Zhang entered with the Matchmaker. According to local customs, it was the Matchmaker's job to apply makeup for the bride.
Liu Qingxi sat still in front of the mirror.
First came the facial cleansing process to enhance her skin's appearance. The Matchmaker held a thin cotton thread and examined Liu Qingxi’s face closely before concluding, “Sister, your skin is truly great; you don’t need any cleansing.”
Putting down the thread with a sigh, she reflected that in her lifetime of applying makeup for countless brides, this was the first girl she encountered who didn’t need any facial cleansing.
Her skin had no pores at all; applying white foundation would ruin its fresh beauty rather than enhance it.
As for the rest, just a little touch-up will do.
Under the skilled hands of the Matchmaker, Liu Qingxi watched as her reflection gradually transformed.
Her eyes became brighter, her nose more defined, and her originally rosy lips were painted red, highlighting her fair skin. The fiery red dress paired with a fresh yet vibrant makeup look made it hard to look away.
Liu Qingxi was astonished by her own appearance.
She couldn't help but wonder where this Matchmaker, Yang Yichen, had learned such impressive makeup skills. After finishing, the look was nothing like the heavy makeup often seen in the countryside; it was fresh and natural, with no excessive traces.
After the makeup was done, the Matchmaker couldn't stop praising her: "This bride is the best I have ever seen in my years. Everything is just perfectly suited for you. I wish you both a lifetime of happiness and may you have children soon."
"Thank you, Mother-in-law." Who doesn't enjoy compliments? Especially on such a joyous occasion to receive blessings from a stranger: "You've worked hard."
"Not at all, not at all. Bride, please rest here for a moment. Just make sure your feet don’t touch the ground. I’ll step out for now." With that, she wisely closed the door, leaving Liu Qingxi alone in her space.
At this moment, it was bright outside; the sun hung high in the east, slowly rising. Bright light streamed through the window into the room, illuminating the bright red curtains, bed drapes, and Double Happiness Symbol, making everything shine even more under the sunlight.
The fiery red color filled the courtyard, exuding an atmosphere of joy and celebration.
After a while, Liu Qinglian and Liu Qingju along with a few other girls pushed open Liu Qingxi's bedroom door and walked in slowly. Upon seeing the bride sitting by the bed, they couldn't help but gasp in surprise.
"Wow! Second Sister, you look absolutely stunning today."
"I thought I was looking at a fairy!"
Liu Qingxi sat quietly there, her face devoid of any expression, yet her beauty was still breathtaking, slowing hearts. It was not a flamboyant kind of beauty, but rather an ordinary one that resembled Poppy, drawing people in and making it hard for them to escape.
They were still women, and they were captivated by her. If a man were present, wouldn't he be unable to look away?
It was truly unfair; some people not only looked good but also had high intelligence and strong abilities. How could anyone else compete?
To put it in a popular saying, she clearly could rely on her looks but chose to rely on her strength instead.
Well, the girls born and raised in ancient times might not know this saying, but if they heard it, they would definitely agree wholeheartedly.
As for Liu Qingxi, today she could not speak or eat.
Next door, the Yang Family was just as lively as the Liu Family, if not more so. The bright red Double Happiness Symbols were plastered everywhere, and red lanterns stretched from the front door all the way to the backyard.
Servants of the Yang Family bustled about, arranging seats for guests, preparing tea and snacks, and getting meals ready.
At the entrance, Yang Yichen's invited colleagues arrived one after another. As today's groom, he naturally could not welcome guests himself; it would be inappropriate for a woman from the Wen Family to do so alone.
Fortunately, Yang Butler handled such matters with ease, completely taking over Yang Yichen's responsibilities. The Wen Family only needed to entertain a few high-status ladies at appropriate times.
The lively scene of guests coming and going attracted passersby on Maple Lane to stop and watch.
"Is this the home of Lord Yang who sent the betrothal gifts yesterday?"
"Indeed! They live on Maple Lane. I heard that everyone in the alley has been invited. Plus, with all these important officials coming and going, if you're lucky enough to make connections here, there will be plenty of benefits in the future."
"Why are we not so lucky to live in the same alley as Lord Yang?"
Unfortunately, all they could do was envy.
As for the seemingly unreachable Lord Yang, he appeared dazed, dressed in a bright red wedding outfit, with a large red flower hanging on his chest, feeling more nervous than ever.
Sweat beads continuously formed in his palms, making his hands damp and tingly, unsure of where to place them.
In his entire life, even when facing life-and-death situations or enduring inhumane torment, he had never felt this tense.
Outside the door, the sound of auspicious tidings arrived! Suddenly, Yang Yichen sprang up, causing his chair to slide and produce a sharp, screeching noise against the floor.
He took long strides forward; the calmer his face looked, the more nervous he felt inside, even more so than during an exam.
The Wen family watched their son with a silly expression and genuinely didn’t know what to say. They helped him adjust his clothes: "Your mother is waiting for you and your bride to return soon."
The wedding procession slowly departed under the Wen family's repeated reminders, avoiding Liu Qingxi's direction before gradually turning towards it.
Yang Yichen rode atop a chestnut steed, with a large red flower on his chest. Normally, he would never wear red.
However, on this joyous occasion, after putting it on, all that remained in his heart was happiness, leaving no room for previous reluctance.
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