A pair of red candles painted with gold and carved with dragons flickered, illuminating the entire room.
Zhao Pei had already bathed and dressed up again, put on a clean red wedding dress and sat beside the large bed.
There were faint sounds of people urging people to drink and shouting in the lobby. She smelled the sweet fragrance in the room, sighed and closed her eyes. With a little self-mockery, she went around and around, and finally came to the destined ending.
Then she thought about what her future would be like if she wavered in her mind and followed Xiao Lun. Then she laughed at herself. She always thought she was smart and could live freely, but she forgot that as a woman, she could not control her own destiny. Or, destiny could not be changed by her without permission.
She was a little tired and lost, so she simply stopped running.
Those deep loves, those impulses and excitements should be buried deep in the heart. Don't harm others anymore.
Zhao Pei silently waited for her husband to arrive. I don't know how long it was, it was about three o'clock in the morning, and I couldn't hear the noise anymore, thinking that the banquet must be over. I heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and Zhao Pei's heart tightened, and she sat up straight.
The door creaked open, and Zhao Pei felt that she had difficulty breathing. But she heard a woman's voice: "Greetings, Princess! The prince said..." The person's voice gradually became smaller, and she seemed to be in a difficult situation.
"It's okay, go ahead." Zhao Pei said.
"The prince said that he was busy tonight and stayed in the study. He will not come to your place. Let you have a good rest..." She was very nervous, afraid that the princess would be angry and take it out on her. As she was rubbing her hands, she suddenly heard her calm and indifferent answer: "I know. You can leave now."
The woman was startled, and quickly nodded and retreated, still covered in cold sweat.
Suddenly, Ruhua's angry voice rose in the room: "Miss, what does he mean by this? He left the bride alone in the bridal chamber on the wedding night. I don't believe he has any business that must be resolved today?!"
Zhao Pei smiled softly. Isn't this just right? She said calmly, "Ruhua, you go down first. I want to be alone."
Ruhua was stunned. She wanted to scold him to vent her anger, but she saw that the young lady didn't seem angry at all. She had no choice but to shut up and leave.
The room returned to silence.
Zhao Pei suddenly pulled off her red veil. The bright candlelight swayed like a leaping dancer. She was dazzled for a moment and turned her head away, only to look at the red color all over the hall.
The rain hit the window, and the crackling sound was particularly loud in the quiet new house. Zhao Pei took off the heavy phoenix crown and threw it on the couch. Her black hair poured down, no longer bound by anything. Zhao Pei accidentally saw herself in the mirror, like a delicate and enchanting lotus, but entangled with vines of loneliness and desolation.
Such a rainy night would make people feel sad. What's more, this situation
She got up and sat down at the table with red candles. The jumping flames reflected on the white wall, silently happy, and silently sad in the silence. Zhao Pei gradually realized that this was just the beginning. This unpredictable Xiao Yi made Zhao Pei unsure...
She thought the candle flame was too bright, so she took off the phoenix hairpin from her hair and fiddled with the candle wick. At this moment, she was a bride who was alone in an empty room and was ridiculed by others, but she still had such leisure and ease. Zhao Pei laughed at herself again, and couldn't help wondering what Xiao Yi was thinking.
By the time she came to her senses, the hairpin had been so hot that it burned her hand. Zhao Pei let out a soft cry and threw it aside. After a crisp sound, there was no more sound.
At that time, she didn't know that no matter whether it was Xiao Tong or Xiao Yi, she was like a moth to a flame, seeking warmth and burning herself in the flames. She and the men of the Xiao family were always destined to clash.
Night-blooming primrose
Willows lock the souls of orioles, flowers turn butterflies into dreams, I know that I am sad for Pan Lang. I haven't put on my light clothes, but I still hide my tears. Thinking of the past, I am afraid of the passing time, peeping at the pond in the early spring rain. In the fading sky, the plum blossoms are half-opened, and the love is full of makeup.
The wind is as soft as an inch, and once caused hatred beside the song, and the fragrance lingers under the candle. How can the fragrant loom and the auspicious brocade not weave mandarin ducks? People are drunk, and the moon is leaning against the wall. Who dared to be reckless at the beginning? Put down the idle words, stay in the flower room for a long night, and think about each other.
End of Volume 1 (To be continued)