Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

The bright moon paints the silhouettes of two wild geese, while the frost reflects the blossoming plum trees side by side.

The red makeup belt is tied with a heart knot, and the green tree has twin lotus flowers in bloom.

A purple flute plays under the moon, a phoenix soars; emerald sleeves flutter in the wind, a colorful phoenix dances.

A perfect couple posed for a portrait, a union of unparalleled heroes.

A year has passed quickly, and Dong Yue'e had already reached marriageable age by the beginning of this year.

This coming-of-age ceremony was a grand affair. Not only did the matriarch of the Yang family attend, but Zhao Kuangyi himself also came, and officials of all ranks in the court came to show their support.

Not to mention ordinary women, even the coming-of-age banquets of the daughters of other ministers in the court could not compare to the coming-of-age banquet of the Third Daughter of the Dong family.

After she came of age, the wedding preparations began. From preparing the dowry to exchanging betrothal gifts and setting the wedding date, it took almost half a year.

Two wedding dresses were placed at the head of Dong Yue'e's bed, one embroidered by an embroiderer and the other embroidered by Dong Yue'e herself.

Dong Yue'e wasn't skilled in needlework, but marriage is a once-in-a-lifetime event, and she didn't want her wedding dress to be made by someone else, but...

Unfortunately, the embroidery skills were so poor that the finished product was simply unpresentable.

Fortunately, Dong's mother already knew about her daughter's abilities and had already arranged for someone to prepare her wedding dress.

Dong Yue'e was not an unreasonable person. She knew that her wedding dress could not be revealed. Losing face for herself was a small matter, but losing face for the Dong and Yang families was a big one.

Furthermore, her marriage to Yang Sanlang was bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor, which more or less represented a bit of the imperial face.

After discussing it with her mother, Dong Yue'e decided to wear the wedding dress that the embroiderer had carefully made for her when she went out to perform the wedding ceremony, and then change into the wedding dress that she had embroidered herself when she returned to the bridal chamber.

At first, Dong's mother disagreed. Every bride dresses beautifully on her wedding day, but her own daughter insisted on wearing something she had embroidered herself. Wasn't she afraid of scaring her son-in-law?

Dong Yue'e had great confidence in Yang Yan'an, and she hoped that Yang Yan'an could feel her sincerity.

Therefore, Dong Yue'e and her mother repeatedly assured her that Yang Yan'an was aware of the matter and agreed to her doing so, so Dong's mother had no choice but to give up.

Throughout that year, Dong's mother witnessed and cherished how much Yang Yan'an doted on and spoiled his daughter.

The innermost part of the wedding dress was naturally the most intimate red bellyband, made of newly dyed red silk with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water embroidered with colorful threads.

Next came a light pink inner garment, with twin lotus blossoms embroidered on the pink silk fabric in a slightly darker pink silk embroidery.

Over the pink inner garment was a light red brocade undergarment, embroidered with blooming pomegranate flowers, vibrant yet not gaudy.

The outer garment was a long, wide-sleeved crimson silk robe embroidered with phoenixes and dragons singing in gold and silver thread, and a brocade belt adorned with countless tiny red agates resembling pomegranate seeds was tied around the waist.

She wore a light red, wide-sleeved gauze robe over her outermost garment, embroidered with tiny, twin plum blossoms in gold thread. Her lower body was covered by a very wide, pleated pomegranate-colored skirt, and she wore a pair of red embroidered shoes with intertwined floral patterns.

The red silk veil embroidered with a pair of lovebirds lay quietly in front of the dressing table, waiting for the bride to style her hair into a double bun and put on the phoenix crown.

The Northern Song Dynasty was undoubtedly prosperous, with a dazzling array of fine silks and satins.

However, when you actually walk down the street, you really don't see many people wearing silk and satin.

Ordinary people wouldn't wear such silk brocade while working every day.

Even among merchants and officials, only the elderly and children could afford to wear silk and brocade.

Although the Northern Song Dynasty was prosperous, the people were relatively simple. Only children and the elderly could wear silk and brocade, and the fabrics worn by teenagers, young adults, adults and middle-aged people were not entirely the same.

During adolescence, children usually wear cotton clothes, since their skin is still very delicate and rough fabrics can hurt their skin.

During their youth and prime years, they wore clothes made of hemp or linen, while only in middle age could they wear clothes made of silk or brocade.

This is also known as putting hardship first and enjoying pleasure later, as well as respecting the elderly and caring for the young.

Both men and women can only wear wedding dresses made of silk and satin on their wedding day, as getting married is a major life event and this is only right.

After the wedding dress is put on, all that's left is to comb the hair. In ancient times, this was a very important thing. Families would usually invite some very blessed old women to comb their daughters' hair, hoping that their daughters could benefit from the old women's good fortune.

Generally, these were women with many children and grandchildren, or women with official titles. Dong Yue'e didn't know who her mother had invited.

A middle-aged woman with her black hair tied up, wearing a white jade hairpin inlaid with red coral beads and a light orange outer garment embroidered with auspicious cloud patterns, and a long, wide-sleeved jacket with rose-red gold trim, slowly walked in.

"In-law?" Mother Dong was both pleasantly surprised and puzzled, and hurriedly went to greet him: "In-law, what's going on...?"

She Saihua nodded to Dong's mother, folding her sleeves as she said, "My son asked me to comb his daughter-in-law's hair."

“My dear in-laws, this is unacceptable! It is against etiquette.” Mother Dong quickly stepped forward to stop She Saihua.

Dong Yue'e also stood up and bowed to She Saihua, saying, "Aunt, you mustn't! In this world, it is always the new bride who is filial to her aunt. How can you let your aunt... Sanlang is being too reckless..."

Dong Yue'e wanted to say a few words against Yang Yan'an, but the words wouldn't come out. Even if Yang Yan'an had many faults, wasn't he doing it for her own good? How could she possibly bring herself to criticize him?

"Aunt, I have received Sanlang's sentiments. Please go back quickly and don't play along with Sanlang's nonsense."

She Saihua smiled and said, "What do you mean by 'improper'? Our Yang family is a military family, so we don't have so many rules and etiquette. Besides, since I've already agreed to the Third Young Master's request, it's naturally fine. Third Sister, you and Third Brother haven't even had your wedding ceremony yet, so I'm not officially your aunt yet. How can I not comb your hair? Or do you feel that I'm not fortunate enough to accept it..."

“Third Sister, I have no such intention.” Dong Yue’e bowed deeply to She Saihua: “In terms of affection, Aunt and Grandfather have been childhood sweethearts, their feelings are very deep, and Grandfather has only ever married Aunt. In terms of children and grandchildren, Sister-in-law gave birth to a son a few years ago, giving birth to the eldest grandson of the Yang family, making three generations of the Yang family live together. In terms of status, Aunt is a Lady of Imperial Decree personally bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor. With such great fortune, how could Third Sister dare to say that Aunt is not blessed enough…”

"If that's the case, then you don't object to me combing your hair?"

“Since Auntie’s mind is made up, Third Sister, as a junior, cannot go against her wishes.” Dong Yue’e lifted her skirt with both hands, knelt down and performed a deep bow to She Saihua, and said without getting up, “Auntie is Third Sister’s auntie, and Third Sister feels unworthy to receive such a title, so she can only kneel to accept it.”

She Saihua didn't say anything, but silently took the wooden comb handed to her by Dong's mother, slowly walked over to Dong Yue'e, reached out her hand, and carefully combed Dong Yue'e's hair.