Quick Transmigration: The Love Rescue Plan

The exquisitely carved peach wood comb slid smoothly down her silky long hair from beginning to end.

"One comb to the end, no worries about wealth and honor; two combs to the end, no illness or worries; three combs to the end, many children and long life. A second comb to the end, a harmonious and loving marriage; two combs to the end, flying wing to wing; three combs to the end, a lifelong bond of love. With a beginning and an end, we will share wealth and honor in this life."

After combing her hair, She Saihua slowly coiled Dong Yue'e's long hair into a double-headed bun, and finally secured it with a gold hairpin shaped like a butterfly playing with two flowers.

"Alright, Third Sister, please get up." She Saihua walked to Dong Yue'e, bent down to help her up, and said, "I have already fulfilled Third Brother's wish, this..."

She Saihua took out a red silk fan from her sleeve and handed it to Dong Yue'e, saying with a smile, "This is a gift from Sanlang to you. Now... I can retire gracefully."

"Respectfully seeing off my in-laws/aunt/Grandma She."

Before Dong Yue'e could even see what was inside the silk fan that Yang Yan'an had given her before the wedding, her mother pulled her by the hands and led her to sit down in front of the dressing table.

"My son, let me do your makeup." As she spoke, Dong's mother opened the small wooden box on the dressing table and took out a series of delicate little round jars.

Applying makeup is always a meticulous task, taking almost as much time as combing hair.

A few words cannot fully describe the beauty of applying rouge to the lips and drawing delicate eyebrows.

Just when Dong Yue'e thought she had finished painting, her mother dabbed some white paint on the back of her hand, then applied a large dot of white paint to the back of her hand, followed by a dot of magenta paint. The paintbrush then mixed colors on the back of her hand.

Dong Yue'e looked at the reflection in the bronze mirror with some doubt, then at her mother who was still intently mixing colors. It seemed... the painting was already finished, wasn't it?

Just as Dong Yue'e was wondering, her mother had already mixed the colors and was gently drawing something under the corner of Dong Yue'e's right eye.

"Alright." Madam Dong put down her paintbrush, smiled as she looked at the person in the bronze mirror, and after a long while, she picked up the phoenix crown beside her and put it on Dong Yue'e's head.

Some say that a woman's most beautiful moment is her wedding day, and Dong Yue'e wholeheartedly agrees.

Dong Yue'e could hardly recognize herself in the mirror. She was already unrealistically beautiful with her makeup on, and the bright peach blossom between her eyebrows made her look even more alluring.

Dong Yue'e's beauty has never been the kind of flamboyant, bold kind, but today she saw her own kind of brilliance. She realized she could be as beautiful as a bewitching, intoxicating peach blossom!

Dong Yue'e was still in a daze until all she could see was that expanse of bright red. Her mother had already left for the main hall to wait. Dong Yue'e was helped out of her boudoir by two maids who had accompanied her, and walked through the corridor to the main hall.

The hall was now filled with sobs. Dong Yue'e bid farewell to her parents and, supported by her maid, took a few steps. Her right hand was placed in a large hand. The maid on the left bent down and whispered to Dong Yue'e, "Young lady, cry."

"I..." Dong Yue'e nervously squeezed Yang Yan'an's hand, and finally turned to the maid and said, "I can't cry!"

Overwhelmed with joy and emotion, Dong Yue'e couldn't even fake a cry. The happiness was so intense, so overwhelming, that she couldn't even feign sadness.

[Ding~ Male lead Yang Yan'an's favorability +10, currently at 100. Host's mission complete. Leave now?]

Dong Yue'e held Yang Yan'an's hand tightly, a happy smile on her face.

No.

May the love between mandarin ducks last forever, and the song of phoenixes echo eternally on earth.

With light makeup, she is already stunning; at dawn, she rides the east wind hand in hand.

When a daughter marries, the groom's wife and son return to the bride's home, bringing delicacies and fine wine to thank the guests.

How can I bear this parting and return home? What harm is there in spending the night here?

As dawn broke, Dong Yue'e woke up to find Yang Yan'an nowhere to be seen in the room. This struck Dong Yue'e as odd; Yang Yan'an had been very clingy these past two days, and she hadn't seen him at all today.

When Bi'er came in carrying the copper basin, she had a big smile on her face. Looking at Dong Yue'e, who was sitting blankly by the bed, she teased her with a smile, "Third Sister, Third Brother is really too funny."

Upon hearing something interesting, Dong Yue'e snapped out of her reverie and looked at Bi'er. Being in her first relationship, Dong Yue'e was a little insecure, and hearing someone praise Yang Yan'an immediately put her on alert.

"You said... Sanlang is interesting?" In Dong Yue'e's eyes, Yang Yan'an was naturally good in every way.

Bi'er didn't notice Dong Yue'e's wary look, her face clearly saying, "Someone's after my husband." Bi'er put down the copper basin and walked towards Dong Yue'e, saying, "That's right! She was pacing around the yard so nervously this early in the morning."

"What?" Dong Yue'e jumped to her feet. "He's nervous? Nervous about what? What happened?"

For a moment, Dong Yue'e couldn't figure out why Yang Yan'an, a general who had fought on the battlefield, had suddenly become so nervous so early in the morning that he was pacing around in the yard, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

Bi'er couldn't help but burst out laughing: "Third Sister, I misspoke earlier. It's not just Third Brother who's interesting, there's also Third Sister!"

Before Dong Yue'e could reply, Bi'er said with a smile, "If Sanlang heard this, he might think that you were very dissatisfied with him, which is why you forgot about the wedding day."

“Returning home…returning home on my wedding day!” Dong Yue’e didn’t wait for Bi’er to help her up. She quickly wrung out a handkerchief, washed her face, and sat down in front of the dressing table.

How could I have forgotten about the three-day homecoming ceremony?

Although this is Dong Yue'e's first marriage in both her past and present lives, she is completely clueless about the details of the wedding.

However, in today's information-rich society, even if you don't know the details, you've probably heard the idiom "returning home three days after the wedding." In layman's terms, "returning home three days after the wedding" means the bride returns to her parents' home.

One day is one morning and one evening, so three mornings naturally refer to three days.

Returning to the bride's parents' home, also known as "returning to the bride's parents' home," is a custom where newlyweds visit the bride's parents' home on the third day after their wedding. For the bride, this is her first time returning to her parents' home since becoming a wife, and for the groom, it is his first formal visit to his parents-in-law.

Generally, when newlyweds return to their parents' home, the bride's family not only hosts a banquet for guests but also invites the newlyweds to stay overnight. Newlyweds whose families live close to their husband's family usually return to their husband's home on the day of the return visit and rarely choose to stay overnight at their parents' home.

However, if the newlyweds are staying at the bride's parents' home, they cannot share a room. The bride rests in her former bedroom, while the groom stays in the guest room.

Bi'er combed Dong Yue'e's hair and changed her clothes before leaving.

Dong Yue'e sat on the stool for a while, but Yang Yan'an did not come in. She was originally depicting the hand that was strangling the porcelain jar on the stage, but she grabbed the porcelain jar tightly and tapped it lightly on the table.

Dong Yue'e suddenly stood up, strode to the door, opened it, and shouted, "Yang Sanlang, get in here right now!"