In the evening, Du Yunying and Yunuo ca together to Qinghui Garden.
On this last night at her maiden ho, Du Yunru was accompanied by her sisters to cry over the wedding.
Du Yunluo was truly emotional, holding Du Yunru and crying softly for a while. Over the past half year, it was all thanks to her sister that she was able to slowly walk out from the pain of the past events. Now that her sister is getting married, she is reluctant in a thousand ways.
The two sisters shared a deep affection; as Du Yunluo cried, Du Yunru couldn’t help herself, and tears kept falling.
Nanny Zhao ca over to see them, and seeing all four of them crying, she quickly advised, "It’s about crying for the wedding, but girls, please take care of yourselves, especially the eldest girl. Tomorrow, you can’t go on the sedan with eyes like peaches."
When she said it like that, it made sense.
Du Yunluo quickly wiped her tears and went to comfort Du Yunru.
Late at night, Du Yunying and Yunuo each went back.
Du Yunluo rested in Du Yunru’s study.
Early the next morning, Du Yunru got up to get dressed, and Du Yunluo, who didn’t sleep deeply, also got up upon hearing the noise.
After bathing and changing clothes, they first followed Du Huaili and Du Yundi to the ancestral hall to kowtow, then returned to change into a bright red wedding dress, making her figure even more slender.
This marriage was decided early, and the dowry embroidery had already been prepared early on. Du Yunru, being steady by nature, embroidered the headscarves, wedding dresses, bedding, and pillowcases in an orderly manner, without having to rush day and night at the end.
Because it was embroidered slowly, her craftsmanship was already good, even more neat and beautiful.
Du Yunluo stared at the gold and silver embroidery of a phoenix through a peony on the wedding dress for a long ti, turning her head to Jin Ling and said, "You two are from the sa school."
Jin Ling pressed her lips and lowered her head, "This servant’s embroidery cannot compare to the eldest girl."
Hearing this, Du Yunluo laughed.
Du Yunru’s embroidery was guided by Mrs. Duan, whose skill was well-known in the capital. Unfortunately, her eyes were ruined.
Jin Ling, to supplent her family, often helped in the mansion’s sewing room. It was her quick, clean, and neat embroidery that earned silver; but Du Yunru was different. This wedding dress was embroidered with her heart, every single stitch was a daughter waiting to be married, how could it be the sa.
Lady Zhen ca accompanied by Mrs. Zhen, her face full of smiles, joyful as if it were her own daughter getting married today, not her niece’s family’s daughter.
"She’s always been a beauty, even more striking in her wedding dress," Lady Zhen said as she stood in front of the dressing table, placing her hand on Du Yunru’s shoulder, and looked at her in the mirror, "Once your face is shaved and hair done, with rouge applied, tsk tsk, you will look better than those peony plants Yunru grew."
Lady Zhen was there to do Du Yunru’s hair, holding a horn comb, she turned her head to Mrs. Zhen and said, "I held her at the washing ceremony, watched her at the grabbing ceremony, served as the guest at her coming-of-age ceremony, making her bed and doing her hair for her wedding, Sixth Sister, how did it all happen so fast."
Mrs. Zhen, being the sixth in her family, was called Sixth Sister by Lady Zhen.
Hearing these words, Mrs. Zhen’s shoulders shook, and her eyes turned red.
Du Yunluo quickly went over to support Mrs. Zhen.
Mrs. Zhen took a deep breath; on such a great day, one shouldn’t cry. She forced a smile and said, "In the blink of an eye, it’s been more than ten years, just like that. In a couple of years, Aunt still has to do Nannan’s hair."
Hearing this, Lady Zhen looked at Du Yunluo, her tender body not yet fully grown but already a delicate budding flower. Thinking that this little girl would marry into the Marquis Mansion in the future, she couldn’t help but feel both joy and concern.
However, the marriage was already set in stone, and the Du Mansion was unanimously satisfied. Lady Zhen wouldn’t throw cold water by saying worrying words. She laughed and said, "To be able to do the hair for our Heir’s Wife, the future Marchioness, is an honor for this grandaunt."
Du Yunluo nestled in Mrs. Zhen’s arms and laughed, even Du Yunru couldn’t help but relax and chuckle aloud.
All the sisters had arrived, Mrs. Miao popped in to show her face and then went back to her busy schedule. There were many matters today, familiar guests were coming one after another to observe the ceremony; she could not afford any neglect.
Mrs. Liao loved the bustle and wanted to chat with the various madams, claiming to help Mrs. Miao, and turned to leave.
Mrs. Shi brought Shi Qingyu over.
Shi Qingyu, being a close friend of Du Yunru, bantered with her for a while, holding her hand and saying, "Whether you’re happy or not in the future, send a note, I’ll co see you, or you co by my house."
Mrs. Shi heard and softly scolded with a laugh, "What silly ideas you have, you think a new bride can just visit at will? You’re not too young yourself; you should have so manners."
Shi Qingyu pouted, and when Mrs. Shi wasn’t paying attention, she exchanged mischievous glances with Du Yunru and Du Yunluo.
Those visiting the boudoir were mostly relatives and friends who frequently interacted. Mrs. Zhen was busy receiving them, walking in and out from ti to ti.
When the auspicious hour arrived, the wedding maid brought in the phoenix crown. Lady Zhen recited auspicious words while doing her hair.
Once the phoenix crown was on, the person in the mirror, once devoid of the maiden’s purity, now had added allure and charm.
Everyone crowded around Du Yunru, bringing her to kowtow in Lianfu Garden. Old Mrs. Xia embraced her eldest granddaughter, looking closely and choking up, "Beautiful, truly beautiful."
Du Yunru went to the Warm Pavilion, accompanied by Du Yunluo for a while. Watching the ti grow near, she called Jin Rui over, "Go and find out if brother-in-law’s palanquin has arrived. What questions did the brothers ask at the door?"
Du Yunluo instructed, seeing Du Yunru look at her nervously, she chuckled, adding, "Tell Fourth Brother to go easy, after all, he and eldest brother-in-law are constantly seeing each other in the academy. For the sake of friendship, do not make it too hard for him."
The maids, old won, and wedding maids in attendance all broke out in laughter.
Jin Rui’s eyes crinkled with amusent as she turned and left.
Du Yunru’s cheeks, decorated with rouge, blushed deeply, but wearing a wedding dress, she couldn’t move, leaving her rely glaring at Du Yunluo, unable to retaliate.
Jin Rui was clever, frequently coming back with information.
The eldest son-in-law is blocked by several n at the door; the eldest son-in-law speaks wittily and can’t be stopped; the eldest son-in-law’s palanquin has entered the main gate and headed for the second gate; the wedding maid is swaying her hips towards Lianfu Garden...
Du Yunru’s heart gradually rose higher and higher.
The wedding maid arrived, and the main house was filled with joy and laughter.
After several urgings, the red head-covering finally concealed her flowery face, and Du Yunru, supported by the wedding maids, went outside to bow before the elders again.
Mrs. Zhen held her daughter’s hand, giving a few words of advice before allowing Du Yundi to carry Du Yunru out of the courtyard and into the palanquin.
Firecrackers deafening, Du Yunluo followed by Mrs. Zhen’s side, walking all the way and sending her off.
Watching the departing palanquin, she couldn’t help but think, what was she doing when the eldest sister got married?
She was sulking, still angry with Du Yunru during the bridal crying, unwilling to smile even a bit when getting on the palanquin.
Her eyes were stung by the smoke from the firecrackers, making them ache. She blinked heavily, suppressing the sour feeling, secretly thinking: Things are so good now, she happily saw Du Yunru off, and in the future, she would go off happily too. As long as she smiles and opens up, all misfortunes and pains will be distant, leaving only smiles and satisfaction.
Mrs. Zhen tightened her grip on Du Yunluo’s wrist. Once the palanquin could no longer be seen, her tears began to fall.
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