The Reborn Noble Girl is Hard to Find

Thin wisps of incense curled from the bronze crane-shaped burner on the sandalwood table. The glow of the swaying red candles bathed the wedding curtains in a misty crimson. They were woven from the finest autumn-scented brocade, with a large pair of mandarin ducks embroidered in gold thread, a display of dazzling wealth. On a small side table sat a flower-shaped dish, with lotus seeds and lilies arranged to resemble a peony, a symbol of prosperity. The red candles burned high. It was the wedding night.

The woman sat with her head bowed at the edge of the bed. Her golden-red veil covered her face, and her jade-like hands clasped a double happiness knot. She spoke softly. "Jilan, what time is it?"

The maid beside her, dressed in a pale blue top, smiled and came forward. "It's the Xu hour. Don't worry, Miss. The heir should be here very soon..."