The red candle burns high, and the rich family is like blood.
Pei Mansion in the capital was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the hall was full of guests.
Amid the joy, Su Weiyang, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, knelt on the futon in front of the door, her back straight, but her fingertips were already pinched into her palms.
She is not waiting for her husband to welcome her into the palace - but for a humiliation.
When the wind picked up, it blew the golden bells under the eaves and lifted a corner of her hijab.
The face that had always been cold was exposed under the light: eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like cold pools, and lips without a smile.
She didn't cry or make a fuss, she just stared quietly at the closed main hall door, like a statue enshrined on an altar, waiting to be sacrificed.
"The auspicious time has come, please invite the bride into the hall -" the ceremonial official's voice just started, but was interrupted by a clear and elegant voice.
"Wait a minute."
