The red candle burns high, and the candle tears like blood.
I sat on the wedding bed covered with a bright red brocade quilt, and the phoenix crown above my head made my neck hurt. The wedding dress embroidered with the pattern of birds and phoenixes was made by the Ministry of Internal Affairs three months ago. The gold thread shone coldly in the candlelight.
But I am the only one in this new house in the East Palace.
There was a faint noise outside the door. It was Prince Xiao Jue entertaining guests in the front hall. Those laughter and congratulations came through the palace walls and pierced my heart like needles.
"Princess, would you... Like some snacks first?" Chuntao, the dowry maid, asked cautiously, with a cry in her voice.
I shook my head, and the corners of my lips under the hijab curved into a self-deprecating arc.
Shen Jinglan, Shen Jinglan, what are you still expecting?
