The sky gradually darkened.
In the bridal chamber of Marquis Zhongyong's Mansion, Ni Manxue sat on the edge of the bed, covered with a red bridal veil.
Her heart was still filled with unease. Every move and every moment of stillness caused her extreme nervousness.
As the day turned to evening, Dong'er approached and lit the pair of thick Dragon and Phoenix Candles.
The room, adorned with the character for happiness and bathed in deep red, suddenly brightened considerably.
Ni Manxue was still tense.
The apple in her hand had been squeezed out of shape.
"Miss—no, that's not right, I should change how I address you!"
"Madam, are you hungry? Would you like this servant to bring you something to eat?"
Has Miss already become Lady Hou?
A shiver ran through Ni Manxue's body, and after a pause, she spoke in a low voice.
"I... I'm not hungry!"
Her mind was in complete disarray, a tangle of chaos!
