First-rank palace maid Su Jixiang

Qu Wanning's actions and the sound of the rouge and powder boxes and bottles falling to the ground made the busy brides in the hall look at her in surprise.

Qu Wanning subconsciously looked over to Su Jixiang. Seeing that Su Jixiang had also stood up and was looking over here, she quickly lowered her head and scolded Hua Rui, "You can't even do this!"

Qu Wanning regretted the moment he said it...

Hua Rui was shocked and scared. She looked at Su Jixiang helplessly. If it weren't her, she wouldn't do that. Why did Miss Qu frame her?

Su Jixiang came over and grabbed Hua Rui's hand. Hua Rui's tears were already welling up in her eyes. "I..." She wanted to explain to Su Jixiang, but Su Jixiang shook his head at her, "Let's go. I know what's going on."

Hua Rui finally let go of her worries. She liked Su Jixiang. She was not good at speaking and was always bullied in the palace. She was able to become a third-class maid in the tea room because she knew a housekeeper who had some reputation in the palace. This housekeeper was from her hometown and took care of her for the sake of her hometown. In the palace, she always lived cautiously, fearing that she would lose her life if she made a mistake. She was timid, but not stupid, and could see who was really good to her.

One of them was the deceased nanny from the same hometown, and the other one was Su Jixiang.

"Qu Wanning, I always thought you were different from those guys." Su Jixiang glanced at Qu Wanning coldly, and then said in a cold voice, "No matter how angry you are with me, I won't care about it. But I think your behavior just now was really too much!" After that, she pulled Hua Rui and left.

Qu Wanning bit her lower lip deeply, her bright eyes unconsciously filled with tears, but she stubbornly held back and did not let the tears fall.

"Oh, look at how aggrieved you are..." Zhao Xiuwan gloated and hurried to Qu Wanning's side, "You are the daughter of a general, what kind of status do you have? Why bother to get angry with them? I have a new set of rouge and powder for you. Don't worry, my rouge and powder are no worse than the ones Su Jixiang brought."

"Get out!" Qu Wanning threw the box of rouge that Zhao Xiuwan brought directly back to Zhao Xiuwan, and yelled at her as if venting her anger. She couldn't help but let the tears fall from her eyes.

"Heh, why are you mad at me? Go get after whoever provokes you!" Zhao Xiuwan was hit by the rouge box, and the rouge inside rolled out and stained her skirt. She hurriedly patted the rouge foam on her body. Fortunately, her wedding dress was red and the rouge was also red. Even if there was a little color, it would not be visible without careful observation.

Zhao Xiuwan glared at Qu Wanning angrily, "You took my kindness for granted! I wonder who will take care of you in the future!" After saying that, she turned around and stomped her feet away.

Who wants you to care? Qu Wanning cried so aggrievedly, as if she couldn't hold back her tears anymore and they kept flowing down. She seemed to want to let all the resentment and injustice in her heart flow out as tears.

Seeing her sitting there crying alone, the other brides didn't know what to say. Today was everyone's wedding day. Thinking about the future, at least they would be married and become proper wives, which seemed better than when they were in the palace. After all, although life in the palace looked prosperous and wealthy, everyone lived in fear...

Today is a happy day, and no one wants to ruin everyone's good mood because of Qu Wanning's temper, so no one talks to Qu Wanning anymore, not even one person wants to comfort her. After all, Su Jixiang and Zhao Xiuwan have both run into trouble with Qu Wanning, so why should others make things uncomfortable?

Su Jixiang also saw Qu Wanning crying sadly from a distance. She wanted to go over to persuade her, but when she turned around and saw Hua Rui's eyes were still a little red, she held back.

In fact, she could understand and tolerate Qu Wanning being angry with her, but she felt that she could not tolerate Qu Wanning's indiscriminate scolding of Hua Rui just now. She felt that she could not tolerate it. She should be clear about what she did and what she did. Hua Rui was not the one who broke it, so why did Qu Wanning frame her? She was angry, but being angry did not mean that she could transfer her anger to others at will.

Forget it, let her think about it herself. If she can figure it out, Su Jixiang will naturally be happy. If she can't figure it out, Su Jixiang feels that there is no need for him to save her.

Anyway, she had nothing to feel guilty about towards Qu Wanning.

The unpleasantness caused by such a small incident quickly dissipated in the joyful atmosphere of everyone getting married.

The night before yesterday, a matchmaker came and handed everyone a booklet, which described what to do on the wedding night. Everyone blushed as they read it, and now that they were really getting married, they couldn't help but imagine the things in the booklet. Some close friends even hid aside and whispered about it after putting on their makeup, feeling embarrassed but wanting to say something.

As time passed, the sound of firecrackers was heard outside the inn, and two rows of matchmakers lined up and walked in from the inn's door.

These matchmakers were all found by Xie Yingfeng from Mangcheng. Since the wedding was in the military camp, these palace maids had no family members to marry into, so these matchmakers had to be the ones to help them get married.

The brides then dropped what they were doing, took one last look at their makeup, adjusted their hair, and covered themselves with the veil.

The matchmakers came over to help their respective brides. In order to avoid helping the wrong person, each bride was given a number tag with her name and the name of her husband written on it. The matchmaker also had the same number tag in her hand. Only when the number tags were verified to be correct would the matchmaker help the bride out.

At this time, there was already a large group of people waiting outside the inn.

The grooms all wore their own armor, except that their base clothes were changed to bright red. They took off their helmets and replaced them with red headbands. They tied big red flowers on their chests and rode tall horses. At first glance, the wedding procession looked spectacular.

There were soldiers playing music and drums, all of them dressed in red and decorated with colorful ribbons, with smiling faces. When they saw the brides being helped out, both the onlookers and the grooms waiting for their brides all looked up.

At the front of the groom's team was Wei Ling riding on a black horse, and closely behind him was Xie Yingfeng.

The number plate in Wei Ling's hand was number one, and there was also a plate hanging on the saddle with his and Su Jixiang's names written on it.

There was no joy on Wei Ling's face, only a cold expression. Only after the matchmaker brought a woman covered with a red veil to the side of his horse and checked her name tag did his eyebrows slightly become tinged with warmth.