After hearing this, Shen Xihe just smiled. March passed, peach blossoms were in full bloom, and the streets were filled with fragrance. The prince's wedding was celebrated by the whole country.
Before daybreak, Shen Xihe got up and bathed. With her long black hair loose and wearing a thin inner garment, she sat in front of a bronze mirror, and had her face twisted by a matchmaker. The matchmaker was not an ordinary person, as she was able to serve the Crown Princess. She was a female official released from the palace. She had twisted the faces of many noble ladies, but it was extremely rare for her to have skin as white as Shen Xihe's, so smooth that she could not even twist a single hair. It was almost as if she was just going through the motions.
"The princess is naturally beautiful. She only needs a little makeup to outshine all the other beauties." The matchmaker praised her as she stepped back, leaving the palace maid to put makeup on her.
When applying makeup, Shen Xihe would watch it herself and give her opinions. If it was too heavy, she would reject it. In addition, the wedding dresses were plain and light in color, so the female officials could only act according to Shen Xihe's words.
An hour later, Shen Xihe had packed up everything. Two female officials worked together to put the Phoenix Coronet with Flying Phoenix and Dropping Pearls on Shen Xihe's shiny black hair. The phoenix wings of the Phoenix Coronet were lifelike, and the edges were decorated with huge northern pearls. The slender gold chain was strung with pearls the size of rice grains, forming a waterfall curtain that obscured her beautiful face.
Zhenzhu took the fan embroidered with bright red peonies and dotted with a few pearls from the female historian and handed it to Shen Xihe.
Shen Xihe held the handle of the fan and covered her face with it. Supported by Hongyu and Biyu, she sat upright on the vermilion and gold-painted art pavilion, waiting for the wedding carriage from the East Palace.
There were sounds of gongs and drums and noise outside the house. It was the East Palace coming to pick up the bride. Shen Xihe's long eyelashes trembled slightly.
She followed the master of ceremonies, holding a fan, and walked out, step by step, on the red carpet. When she arrived at the main hall, Xiao Huayong was wearing a formal suit that matched her wedding dress perfectly. He was tall and slender, and perhaps because he was in high spirits due to the happy event, he rarely looked sick today.
His dark pupils glowed with silver light as he gazed deeply at her as she walked closer step by step. The two of them bowed to each other first, then turned to face Shen Yueshan and said goodbye.
Zi Yu handed over the cushion, and Shen Xihe rolled down with the help of Hong Yu. Xiao Huayong was not required to kneel down, after all, there was a difference between the monarch and his subjects, but he still knelt down with Shen Xihe, causing the people watching the ceremony to gasp.
In fact, when many wealthy families get married, the groom bows and kowtows to the elders of the bride's side before saying goodbye.
Shen Xihe didn't care about Xiao Huayong at the moment. She didn't have many emotional ups and downs, but the moment she knelt down, her eyes suddenly felt sore and a layer of mist appeared in front of her eyes. She tried to use her previous self-control to control this emotion, but she didn't know why she lost control. She couldn't control her voice and choked with sobs: "Son, I bow to you and remember the kindness of my father for giving birth to me."
After saying that, Shen Xihe bowed deeply, and Xiao Huayong followed her and bowed to Shen Yueshan.
Standing up, Shen Xihe couldn't hold back her tears, which flowed down. She took a deep breath and adjusted her emotions: "Second bow, thank you for your education, father."
Shen Yueshan wanted to support Shen Xihe. He rarely shed tears in his life, except on the battlefield, when he saw those young brave faces falling down after fighting in a bloody battle. He did not remember ever shedding tears.
Seeing the precious jewel in his palm for fifteen years marrying someone else, he couldn't help but feel bloodshot in his eyes, but he had to sit here with clenched fists and accept her farewell.