East Wing Room.
The whole room was decorated very festively, with a pair of large red candles burning on the table.
A round table by the bed was filled with desserts and dishes, looking very sumptuous.
It was probably food arranged for the newlyweds, meant for drinking the cross-cupped wine.
Madam Wang, dressed in a full red wedding gown, sat upright by the bed, not daring to move, with a red veil still covering her head.
The maid, Xiao Cui, stood by her side.
Time ticked away, and the sky outside grew darker, turning pitch black in the blink of an eye.
Xiao Cui looked outside, then at Madam Wang, unable to hold back any longer.
"Madam, should I help you lift the veil? The Prince is seriously ill and probably won't come over."
Having sat for an entire evening, Madam Wang was also sore and aching, and upon hearing this, she swiftly lifted the veil off her head.
"Alas! The Prince is seriously ill, and waiting is in vain. Forget it, we won't wait."
