Looking at the sky that didn't show the slightest bit of light, Ye Xinyan secretly complained, wondering where this custom came from. Clearly, the wedding ceremony was much later, yet they started bothering people so early.
Ye Xinyan felt she could probably prop up a few more cushions and lay back on the couch. From now on, there was a whole day of hustle and bustle ahead. Whether she could fall asleep or not, she could at least close her eyes for a bit and replenish her energy.
Nanny Jin, Nanny Huang, and the two bridal matrons didn't stop her; Nanny Jin even stepped forward to assist her.
Ye Xinyan didn't have high hopes for ancient makeup, so she wasn't expecting much. But as she moved from the chair in front of the dressing table to the couch, she casually glanced at the bronze mirror.
Whoa! Who is that?
