The red wedding sedan jolted and stopped.
The noisy voices outside the sedan curtain seemed to be blurred through a layer of water, except for the sharp and piercing sound of the suona playing.
Shen Yuan sat upright, with his vision under the hijab filled with scarlet red.
She could smell the dust floating in the air and the scent of dead leaves and decaying leaves. This was not a palace full of life, but more like a... Mausoleum that had been in disrepair.
"Princess, please get off the sedan."
A feminine voice sounded, and the sedan curtain was opened by a pale hand.
The light poured in, causing her to squint slightly.
A soap boot embroidered with gold thread stood beside the footstool.
Shen Yuan looked up along the soap boots. She saw a middle-aged man wearing a steward's attire. He had fair skin and no beard. His eyes were like oil-quenched fine needles, scanning her body without leaving a trace.
