On the wedding day, the lights were dimmed in the tent, and the red and bright new house made people enchanted.
Her hijab-covered cheeks were red, waiting for him to lift the red dress between them. When she watched his footsteps move to his side, she was extremely flustered. Her mother said that only by being obedient can you please your husband more. This is what a bride should look like. She mustered up the courage to ask the man in front of her, "Husband, have you drunk too much?" It was the first time she called someone's name like this, and she felt shy and sweet. She wanted him to respond to her gently.
"From now on, don't call me husband. You and I can just be like this. This marriage was not my intention. You also know that this is the emperor's arrangement. I hope you won't pester me and be calm. It will be good for you and me." After saying that, he turned and left, leaving her with only a room of red makeup. She felt a little sad and distressed. Everything was obviously not like this.