The day of Zhanchen's wedding arrived in the blink of an eye.
The Mo Residence was lit up from top to bottom—red silk everywhere, lanterns everywhere, servants running in a blur. From early morning, guests began streaming in, one carriage after another.
Mo Lixia was pulled into the chaos before she'd even finished breakfast.
Madam Mo pressed her into a new dress and personally fixed her hair, then reminded her again and again, "Stay close. Don't run around. If you see someone you don't recognize, say less."
Mo Lixia nodded obediently.
She knew why. Today's guests weren't just ordinary officials and families; there were also people with titles and power. At a time like this, one careless word could invite trouble.
Outside, firecrackers thundered. The groom's party arrived to escort the bride. Laughter and congratulatory shouts rose like waves.
Mo Lixia stood behind the screen with the women, watching the ceremony from a distance. For a moment, she felt a strange warmth in her chest.
In her previous life, she'd never had a family like this. Now, seeing her brother marry, seeing her parents' faces soften with joy… it made her feel, for once, as if she truly belonged.
When the bride was welcomed in, she finally saw her sister-in-law clearly.
Jiang Yinghan's younger sister—Jiang Ruoyan—was gentle and elegant, her posture proper, her face calm beneath the veil. She looked every bit like a well-bred noble daughter.
Madam Mo looked satisfied. General Mo pretended to be stern, but his eyes were bright.
The day passed in a blur of rituals and banquets. Mo Lixia helped where she could—guiding maids, sending messages, making sure tea and sweets were served at the right times—then retreated whenever she could, avoiding unnecessary attention.
As evening fell, the banquet reached its peak. Wine flowed. Guests laughed loudly. The courtyard filled with the glow of lanterns and the sweetness of celebration.