The weak prince's queen

"Miss, this is the wedding dress that the master asked for. I put it here for you." A maid came over with the wedding dress and put it on the table.

Chu Xiyue took a look at the wedding dress, but there was no joy on her face. She just responded lightly: "Oh..."

Seeing that Chu Xiyue was in a bad mood, the maid tactfully left.

At this time, Dong'er came over and called softly: "Miss..."

Chu Xiyue turned around and saw that it was Dong'er. She quickly asked with concern: "Dong'er, why are you up? You should have a good rest."

Dong'er smiled and said, "I'm almost well now. The young lady is going to marry into the palace today, so I will definitely help."

Chu Xiyue nodded, then said with some guilt, "Oh, by the way, I hadn't asked for your opinion before. I was afraid that you would be bullied by them if I left you in the Lin Mansion, so I took the initiative to ask Master Lin for you. But now I think that the palace is also an unknown place, and I don't know whether it is right to take you there."

Dong'er answered firmly: "Wherever the young lady goes, Dong'er will go there. Dong'er will always be by your side."

Chu Xiyue's eyes were filled with tears. She held Dong'er's hand tightly and said excitedly, "That's great, Dong'er. Why don't we become sworn sisters? You see, I'm older than you. From now on, you can call me sister."

Dong'er was filled with gratitude, but she remained respectful and replied softly, "Thank you for your kindness, Miss. However, in front of others, I will still address you as Miss as always."

Chu Xiyue smiled and responded gently: "Of course no problem, dear sister. Now call me sister."

Dong'er nodded slightly and shyly called out, "Sister Yue..."

"Hey, my good sister Dong'er. Haha..." Chu Xiyue was full of joy, and her laughter echoed in the room.

"Sister Yue, today is your big day. Let me help you dress up." Dong'er suggested enthusiastically.

At that moment, Madam Lin approached from a distance and spotted Dong'er preparing to comb Lin Ruoxue's hair. She immediately raised her voice and angrily demanded, "How dare you, little girl, ignore me?"

Mrs. Lin stepped forward quickly and tried to snatch the comb from Dong'er's hand.

Chu Xiyue's face darkened, and she warned him bluntly, "Let go! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Oh, you really don't know how to appreciate it, young lady! I see your biological mother is gone, so I come here to comb your hair out of kindness, and you dare to threaten me? It's really unfair!" Mrs. Lin deliberately raised her voice and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Shut up! I advise you not to come here and make trouble! I don't need you here! Either you leave now, or we make a big deal out of it together and see who will be embarrassed in the end!" Chu Xiyue widened her eyes, staring at her fiercely, her tone firm and resolute.

Mrs. Lin's heart tightened upon hearing this, realizing something was amiss. She mused to herself, "This little bitch has a point. I came here today simply to disgust her. There's no need to make a big deal out of this. If word gets out, it'll be bad for my reputation." With a cold snort, she said, "Hmph... You're getting married soon, why should I bother with you? I wish you the best of luck in the palace, and take care of your health. Haha..." With that, Mrs. Lin turned and left the room, a false smile plastered on her face.

Watching Madam Lin's departing figure, Dong'er's face flushed with anger. She stamped her feet angrily and said, "Miss, look at what she said! It's simply too much!"

Chu Xiyue replied with disdain, "Ignore her, she's just a mean person." Although she felt a little unhappy, she didn't want these little things to affect her mood. After all, the upcoming wedding was her biggest concern.

"Okay... then miss, let me help you comb your hair." Dong'er said gently.

"Yeah, okay." Chu Xiyue smiled and nodded in response. She sat in front of the dressing table, feeling Dong'er's gentle fingers running through her hair, each stroke filled with care and attention.

Dong'er gently combed Chu Xiyue's hair, her movements gentle and delicate, as if she were caring for a precious work of art. She carefully arranged Chu Xiyue's hair until it was smooth and shiny, then skillfully braided it into an exquisite bun and secured it with a hairpin.

At this moment, a maid hurried in, bowed respectfully to Chu Xiyue and said, "Miss, the auspicious time is almost here, and the master asked me to tell you."

Chu Xiyue frowned slightly, a hint of nervousness flashing in her eyes, but she nodded calmly and replied, "I know, it will be done soon." Then, she turned to Dong'er and said, "Dong'er, let's speed up."

"Yes, Miss," Dong'er responded quickly. She quickly picked up the wedding dress prepared beside her and carefully put it on Chu Xiyue. The wedding dress was exquisite and gorgeous, with delicate patterns embroidered on it, symbolizing good luck and good fortune.

However, ancient wedding attire was quite complex and elaborate. Chu Xiyue needed to don five or six layers of clothing to complete her wedding look. Finally, there were the voluminous headpieces awaiting her. These headpieces were meticulously crafted with exquisite craftsmanship, each one gleaming with dazzling brilliance.

Chu Xiyue felt a little uncomfortable when she first put on these headpieces. They were so heavy that she could barely lift her head. She couldn't help but think of the headpieces she'd worn in theatrical productions; those seemed so much lighter in comparison. However, she also understood that this was the difference between real and fake.