Sitting in the carriage, the ground was flat. Cheng Liyue raised her long eyelashes as she looked at the sparkling light of the crystal beads and the dancing pink muslin. The corners of her mouth curled into a smile as three black wedding carriages followed behind her. In the carriage sat the wife, the father and son of the Zhan Family, and a group of workers.
When Cheng Liyue arrived, there were still two minutes before the auspicious time. At the door, a group of assistants arranged the wedding dress for her and put her hair veil on. Old Master Zhan held out his hand to her. "Liyue, come."