In just a moment, many red and festive things had been placed in the room.

Feng Jiuqing returned to the house, took out a dagger from the dressing box, hid it under the pillow, and lay on the bed with her eyes open, staying awake all night.

In the courtyard, there were the sounds of the palace people hurriedly making arrangements. Although it was faint, she could hear it clearly.

Until daybreak, someone knocked on the door of her room, Pingting, who had served her before she died.

"Young Master, it's time to get up."

Feng Jiuqing glanced at the sky outside and asked, "What time is it now?"

"Reply to the Young Master at Mao Shi."

"Then why..."

Before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Pingting with a smile, "Young Master, have you forgotten that today is the day when Young Master and Young Master Feng are very happy."

Feng Jiuqing suddenly remembered what she had said to Feng Xiye yesterday, and she said slowly: "Oh, I almost forgot."

"Yesterday, I originally wanted the young master to get up and take a look at the red wedding dress that Mr. Feng prepared for you, but the young master went to bed early, so I forgot to remind you."

The wedding dress that she looked forward to so much in the past is no longer important to Feng Jiuqing.

Pingting held the tray containing the wedding dress and excitedly wanted to share it with Feng Jiuqing, "Young Master, this wedding dress is really beautiful."

Feng Jiuqing glanced at it lightly, pursed her lips tightly, as if not to dampen Pingting's interest, "It's quite beautiful."

"Then, young master, will my servant put on this wedding dress for you now? Young master is so handsome, you will definitely look good when you put it on."

Feng Jiuqing pursed her lips and nodded, reaching out to touch the wedding dress embroidered with dragons and phoenixes. The red fabric was smooth and soft, and it looked like it was woven with fine silk.

Pingting looked at Feng Jiuqing's expression and said happily while applying makeup on her: "Young master Feng is so kind to the young master. You can buy an entire city by eating just one inch today. He even made a whole wedding dress for you."

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"Yes, he has never treated me badly in terms of money."

There was a smile on Feng Jiuqing's face, but Pingting felt inexplicably sad. She glanced at Feng Jiuqing cautiously, "Aren't you happy that the young master is getting married today?"

"No, I'm happy."

Pingting looked at her smile and Nuonuo didn't dare to speak.

Feng Jiuqing took back her hand that was on her wedding dress.

"Okay, put on my makeup, otherwise it will be dawn soon."

Pingting finally recovered from her daze and quickly put makeup on Feng Jiuqing.

She was so good-looking that she hardly needed heavy makeup to look good. Pingting stopped what she was doing and looked at her face, which was lightly painted with makeup but still as beautiful as a painting, without sighing, "

The young master is so beautiful!"

"Beautiful faces will wither one day, and only strong people will be remembered forever." Just like her.

"But the young master is just beautiful." Pingting has not read much and does not understand the deep meaning of Feng Jiuqing's words. In her opinion, a beautiful woman can save a lot of trouble in this palace.

Just like Feng Jiuqing is already a young master of the Western Regions in name only, but Feng Xiye is still willing to hold her in his hands.

However, these words were too disrespectful and she did not dare to say them out.

Feng Jiuqing's hair was soft and delicate, and Pingting's dexterity and quick movements soon combed her hair into the corolla style worn by women from the Western Regions when they get married.

The red flower hairpin and flower crown decorated her head beautifully. Feng Jiuqing couldn't help but think of the time when she married into the Yan Dynasty.

At that time, the wet nurse and Man Yue had not yet left the palace. The wet nurse combed her hair with a look of love on her face, and said, "One comb to the end, two combs to the length of the eyebrows, and three combs to fill the house with children and grandchildren."

At that time, she was marrying someone she didn't like, and there was still someone around to care about her, but now she is marrying Feng Xiye, whom she has been in love with for more than ten years, so hastily.

Looking at that beautiful face in the mirror, she felt very sad.

"Let's change clothes."

She was sad in her heart, but it didn't show on her face.

The wedding dress was very heavy, so Pingting and two other maids worked together to put it on for her.

The little maids flattered her: "The young master is so handsome. Mr. Feng will definitely be happy when he sees it."

"Young Master is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Feng Jiuqing turned a deaf ear to these beautiful words. She just seemed to have lost her soul. Her eyes were dazed from time to time, and she was thinking about many things in her mind.

"When will brother Xiye come to marry me?"

"Master Feng still has some political affairs to deal with today, so he will be here around noon."

The palace maid who spoke was glared at by Pingting, and she suddenly realized that she had said the wrong thing, and she quickly fell to the ground, "This slave is talking nonsense, please atone for your sins, young master."

Feng Jiuqing just realized once again how contemptible she was in Feng Xiye's heart. She didn't mean to blame the palace maid. She wanted to thank her, which made her even more determined.

"Get up. Since Brother Xiye still has some unfinished business, I will wait for him. You go out first and let me be alone."

The maids knew that Feng Jiuqing would be very sad now. After looking at each other, they all left the room with good sense.

The heavy rain that had fallen a few days ago had not yet been completely evaporated by the not-so-hot mid-autumn sun, and she could smell an earthy smell while sitting next to the window.

She turned around and walked towards the bed, hiding the dagger hidden under the pillow into the wide sleeve of her wedding dress.

Time passed by little by little. Feng Jiuqing was sitting in front of the window in a daze when she suddenly heard a voice coming from the door of the courtyard.

It turned out that Feng Xiye had finally finished her work and remembered that she still had a date to marry.

Feng Jiuqing couldn't help but curl her lips sarcastically. It seemed that she wanted to thank Feng Xiye for taking time out of her busy schedule to coax her and accompany her in the wedding drama.

"Jiu'er." Feng Xiye's slender white fingers gently pushed open Feng Jiuqing's door.

When Feng Jiuqing raised his head, he saw that her already stunningly beautiful face was even brighter because of her festive makeup, and he was immediately stunned.

He was fascinated, looked straight at Feng Jiuqing, and said blankly: "Jiu'er, you look really good today."

"Am I just good-looking today?" Feng Jiuqing slightly curved the corners of her mouth, her eyes were cold and clear, unlike her usual way of eagerly approaching Feng Xiye whenever she saw her.

"Of course not. My Jiu'er is always the most beautiful."

Feng Xiye held Feng Jiuqing's hand and said apologetically: "Brother Xiye is sorry for you. I can't give you the best wedding, and even...not even a wedding ceremony."

Feng Jiuqing raised her lips and smiled, "It's okay. When Nangong Ling married me, she didn't even go to court. She was carried into Prince Sheng's Mansion in a light red sedan chair without any sound."
Chapter completed!