Yueyao had just sat down when the sound of firecrackers bursting filled the air. Her heart skipped a beat, and shortly after, a maid came in to report: "Elder An has arrived to take the bride back and is already in the front courtyard."
Upon hearing this, Yueyao's heart tightened, and she clutched the handkerchief in her hands even tighter. Zhuang Ruolan and Zhou Yue, accompanied by maids and old nannies, went out to greet the guest.
Xiang Wei gently patted Yueyao's back from the side: "No need to be nervous; it'll be over in just a moment." Previously, she thought the young lady was quite composed, but she hadn't expected her to look so anxious upon the marriage, not unlike Mingzhu.
Hearing these comforting words, Yueyao's tense body slowly relaxed. Everything was prepared meticulously; nothing should go wrong. Yes, even if something were to go wrong, An Zhichen should be able to resolve it.
