How can someone travel through time and space and become a beggar?

Mo Qingmei's stepmother had barely taught her anything; she'd learned how to manage the shop from the shopkeepers her mother had left behind. She'd also learned everything else from the housemaid her aunt had hired specifically for her.

She looked at the complaining Lin Lang quietly, feeling a little envious.

Lin Lang showed her wedding dress and the headpiece she would wear on her wedding day to her sisters. Bai Wuxia and the others had also attended wedding banquets. They had seen many wedding dresses, but Lin Lang's style was unique. She said she designed it herself, and had begged her mother for permission for a long time. She also designed the embroidery patterns herself, which were then embroidered by the embroiderer.

"It's so beautiful." Li Yun touched the pattern on it and exclaimed.

Lin Lang pursed his lips to try to appear less complacent after being praised, but couldn't help revealing a little, "I figured it out myself when I had nothing better to do."

"It's very exquisite, different from the wedding dresses I've seen before." Mo Qingmei looked at the twined flower pattern on the hem and praised it out loud.

Bai Wuxia also thought it was beautiful, but she couldn't appreciate it much, so she turned to praise Lin Lang's headwear.

Several girls chatted in Lin Lang's room for the whole afternoon and did not go to the front hall to eat in the evening. After Lin Lang asked them, he had the food delivered to the guest room.

There were many relatives and guests in the front hall, but they were not familiar with them and did not go in to avoid greeting them.

The wedding day soon arrived. It was still dark, and Lin Lang had already been woken up to get dressed.

Li Yun and the others also woke up early after hearing the noise, but they couldn't go over yet. The bride had to take a bath in the morning, washing her whole body thoroughly and applying flower petal milk to keep her skin in top condition.

When they arrived, the room was full of people, including maids, Mrs. Quanfu, sisters and relatives, filling the entire room.

Lin Lang sat in front of the dressing table with his eyes half-closed, like a soulless toy doll waiting to be dressed up.

The process of dressing up typically involves four steps: first, "opening the face," which involves cleansing the face and trimming the eyebrows and sideburns; then, "putting on the hair," which involves untying the girl's braids and tying them into a bun at the back of her head, inserting hairpins and various accessories; then, applying makeup. While still a young girl, she wears only light makeup, but after marriage, she becomes a woman and must wear more heavily; and finally, dressing, which involves putting on her wedding dress. Before the bride enters the sedan chair, the groom's escort gives red envelopes, commonly known as "opening the face envelope" and "combing the hair envelope," to the bride's face-cleansing and hair-combing personnel, respectively.

The facial enlargement process wasn't exactly friendly. Mrs. Quanfu held a cotton thread and said it was actually just plucking the tiny hairs on the face. A woman only undergoes facial enlargement once in her life, signifying her marriage and no longer a young girl, signaling the end of her life as a girl in her parents' home.

It is also a beauty method. The bride's face hair is removed, and the makeup will be cleaner.

Lin Lang's face quickly turned red, it hurt.

Mrs. Quanfu used a cross of red cotton thread to pull and roll back and forth on Lin Lang's cheeks and neck, singing a face-opening song:

"Strike one line on the left and you will have a son, strike one line on the right and you will have a beautiful boy.

The three lines on one side are played steadily, and the young lady gives birth to a unicorn every time.

The eyebrows are pulled into crescent shapes, and he is the top three in the imperial examination.

We congratulate you today, congratulations on becoming your bride."

Every time the ladies in the service do a step, they sing a festive ballad or jingle as they do it. This is both to suit the occasion and to bless the bride.

The title of "Quanfu Madam" is not for everyone. It requires a person who is blessed with parents above her, children below her, a loving spouse, and harmonious siblings. Let the bride share in the joy of being a "Quanfu Madam" so that she too can be blessed in the future.

The face-opening step took nearly half an hour.

Others chattered away, their words full of blessings, and no one seemed to feel uncomfortable at this moment.

Lin Lang felt a stinging pain on her face, but she didn't dare show any displeasure or discomfort, and could only endure it. Her mother had already told her what to do and what not to do today.

Xia Chu's brows twitched as he watched, and his face began to hurt at the thought that he would have to go through the same thing.

Does such a rough plucking method really not damage the hair follicles? It seems that it doesn't matter. If it is damaged, it means that no hair will grow, which many people would rather not have.

Lin Lang sat in front of the dressing table for almost the entire day. The scene outside was getting more and more lively, and the groom had already arrived to pick up the bride.

From the Second Gate to the Flower Gate, after passing through numerous tests, one can finally reach the bride's boudoir.

Lin Lang listened to the noise and nervously clutched the hem of her skirt. Li Yun had been looking at her and came forward to comfort her softly.

Bai Wuxia and the others had no interest in teasing the groom, so they just sat aside and watched the fun.

Poems urging the bride to get ready were handed in one after another, along with a steady stream of red envelopes, seemingly free of charge. At this time, the groom was generally not stingy, especially since he came from such a wealthy family, where he would easily be ridiculed.

Xia Chu opened the window and secretly looked at the groom. She had only seen him once before and had long forgotten him.

The groom has handsome features, and his red dress makes him look cheerful. He seems to be quite satisfied with the marriage.

Xia Chu felt relieved, took a look and then stepped back.

The bride's family would make requests through the door, and the groom and his bridesmaids would satisfy them one by one, and would also bargain. No one was angry at this time, as it was mainly for fun.

Mrs. Lin held her daughter's face in her hands, tears welling up in her eyes, filled with reluctance. She meticulously instructed her daughter on the etiquette to follow after arriving at her husband's house, repeating it over and over again without getting tired of it.

Lin Lang's eyes were red and tears were welling up in her eyes.

Mrs. Lin wiped her tears with a handkerchief and said, "Don't cry. Your makeup will look bad if it's ruined."

She gave a few more instructions and covered her daughter's head with a red veil with her own hands.

Lin Lang was carried out by his brother. Mrs. Lin stood at the door, covering her mouth with a handkerchief and crying silently. Lin Lang's aunt hugged her to comfort her.

Xia Chu and others followed Lin Lang. They saw her off, but did not go to the groom's house.

At that time, weddings were held at dusk. After the banquet at the Lin family, they went back home.

When Xia Chu got home, her head was buzzing. Dong Xiaohuan asked her how she felt today. She pressed her forehead and said, "Getting married is so noisy, and the bride has to work so hard."

"What are you talking about?" Dong Xiaohuan gave her a reproachful look. "It only happens once in a lifetime. Everyone goes through this."

"It hurts so much when I open my face." Xia Chu touched her face, "It looks red."

"How can you be considered a married woman if you don't remove the lanugo?" Dong Xiaohuan looked at her. In fact, she felt that the golden fuzz on her daughter's face looked like it had a soft glow, but everyone had to get their face covered when getting married, there was no way around it.

"Ah." Xia Chu sighed softly, "Can't the wedding be simple?"

"Nonsense!" Dong Xiaohuan glared at her. "This is a lifelong event, how can you keep it simple? People will laugh at you when they talk about it in the future. I thought you'd go there and broaden your horizons, so why are you so dejected when you come back?"