Song Ci and a bunch of people squeezed into the hall, laughing and watching the newlyweds bow in ceremony. After the rites were completed, they saw the bride's appearance.
With one look, a brow raised.
They say brides are shy and delicate, with graceful beauty, but this one here must have at least three layers of powder, and red cheeks like a baboon's butt, with lips painted bright red.
That wasn't the scary part; it was an ancient wedding, so heavy makeup on the bride is normal. What's not normal is the dark circles under her eyes, as if she's been drained by a vampire, and the forced smile on her face, clearly showing dissatisfaction with this arranged marriage.
Song Ci whispered to Lu beside her, "I bet anything, this Miss Fan is definitely unhappy."
Lu: "..."
She saw it too, but didn't dare to speak much.
Many people noticed, including the Fourth Prince, Chu Hongqing, whose smile froze for a moment. He gave a deep look at Miss Fan, feeling like he swallowed a fly.
