Chapter 70: The Rebellious Daily Life of the Demon Lord Junzhu Chapter 70: Pre-Wedding Preparations

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

Yan Xiner listened attentively to the Princess Consort's words, nodding from time to time and responding to her mother. As time passed, the Princess Consort's voice grew softer and softer, like a soothing lullaby.

Before she knew it, Yan Xiner's eyes were moist, tears silently streaming down her cheeks. But she feared waking the people sleeping beside her, and held back her sobs.

Thinking that tonight was her last night at An Wangfu, Yan Xiner's heart felt as if pricked by needles, aching in waves.

She desperately told herself not to think of these sad things anymore, and must fall asleep as soon as possible, because she had to get up early tomorrow morning. So she closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her thoughts.

By now, the Princess Consort had also quietly fallen asleep, and the whole room was immersed in silence. Only Yan Shuang'er said softly, "Elder Sister, rest early. An Wangfu will always be your home; you can come back anytime. Besides, Mother will surely keep your courtyard well preserved."

Hearing these words, Yan Xiner gave a soft reply to show she understood. After that, no sound could be heard in the room anymore; everyone slept soundly, entering their own dreams...

The sky was still shrouded in darkness, the silence before dawn pervading the whole courtyard. At this moment, the time had just reached the Yin hour, the night was deep, and most people were still immersed in sweet dreams.

However, the yatou had already started busying themselves early, softly calling everyone to wake up; though their voices were not loud, in this quiet moment they sounded especially clear.

Qianqian, who had slept only a short three shichen, was now exhausted, her eyes as if glued shut, unable to open no matter what.

The Princess Consort slowly opened her eyes, looking at Qianqian sleeping soundly beside her, and with heartache gently picked her up and placed her on the small couch outside. Qianqian turned over on the small couch and continued to sleep soundly, as if all the noise of the outside world had nothing to do with her.

On the other side, Yan Shuang'er and the Princess Consort quickly got up and began to carefully dress themselves. Yan Shuang'er specially chose a peach-pink outfit today; the color was bright yet soft, exuding a joyful atmosphere without stealing the bride's limelight.

Corresponding to this, the clothes prepared for Qianqian were also peach-pink; thus, the two little girls standing together were as charming as peach blossoms in full bloom in spring.

Because her daughter was about to marry, the Princess Consort, according to local customs, should wear more festive attire. So she wore a dark red long skirt; the color was deep and solemn, embroidered with exquisite patterns, further showing her noble and elegant bearing.

As for Yan Xiner's side, the Princess Consort took great pains, specially sending someone to invite the most famous makeup artist in the city. This makeup artist was past the age of forty, extremely experienced; when young ladies from prominent families married for the first time, they often invited her to do their hair and makeup.

Only to see the makeup artist skillfully use silk thread to carefully pluck every bit of peach fuzz from Yan Xiner's face; after this operation, Yan Xiner's cheeks became exceptionally smooth and delicate, warm and moist like mutton-fat white jade.

Immediately afterward, the makeup artist took lead powder and lightly applied it to Yan Xiner's face, instantly making her complexion even whiter than snow, like a fairy descending to earth. The makeup artist carefully took up the dark stone and lightly began to draw Yan Xiner's curved, beautiful eyebrows.

With every stroke, it was as if sketching an exquisite painting, making her originally beautiful eyebrows even clearer and more charming, and the eyebrow shape was made even more flawless.

Then she took out a delicate lip balm; the bright, vivid red was as dazzling as burning flames. When the makeup artist evenly applied this lipstick to Yan Xiner's lips, her originally snow-white skin appeared even more tender, like blooming peach blossoms, charming and dewy.

Immediately afterward, the makeup artist took a box of rouge and lightly swept it across Yan Xiner's cheeks with a soft brush. A faint blush gradually appeared, making her whole complexion look more rosy, her face like a pink peach, lovely and cute.

Thus, after careful adornment, this makeup was finally completed. Yan Xiner slowly got up and walked to the mirror, gazing at herself in the mirror. This was the first time she had worn such heavy and complete makeup; for a while, she was actually lost in looking at herself.

Just then, the Princess Consort reached out her hand and lightly picked up the exquisite comb. Smiling, she gently began to comb Yan Xiner's hair; every stroke seemed to carry endless tenderness and care.

"Comb the hair to the head, wealth and honor need no worry!" the Princess Consort softly chanted these words full of beautiful meaning, the comb in her hand slowly sliding through Yan Xiner's black and lustrous hair.

As the comb moved, the originally somewhat messy strands gradually became smooth.

"Comb the hair to the head, no illness and no worries!" the Princess Consort continued to whisper, looking attentively at Yan Xiner, her eyes full of maternal love.

Yan Xiner at this moment was like a flower bud about to bloom, quietly enjoying this warm care from the Princess Consort.

"Comb the hair to the head, many children and long life!" the Princess Consort's voice became softer and more pleasant, like a beautiful musical movement. The comb shuttled through Yan Xiner's hair, as if injecting all happiness and good fortune into it.

Immediately afterward, the Princess Consort slowly moved the comb toward the ends of Yan Xiner's hair: "Comb again to the end, holding the tray level with the eyebrows!" She slightly raised her head, her face beaming with expectations for the newlyweds' future beautiful life.

"Comb again to the end, flying side by side with wings!" the Princess Consort's gaze never left Yan Xiner, as if through her she could see the scene of the two loving each other deeply and sharing weal and woe in the future.

Finally, when the comb slid to the very end of the hair tips, the Princess Consort said affectionately, "Comb the tail to the end, forever tied in heart! With beginning and end, this life shares wealth and honor!" As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Xiner's long hair had been combed neat and tidy, soft and smooth.

The Princess Consort nodded with satisfaction, then carefully handed the comb to the makeup artist who had long been waiting beside her; the makeup artist beside her then displayed her superb skills and practiced techniques. Only to see her hands moving nimbly, like magic; in the blink of an eye, she had styled Yan Xiner's hair into an elegant and noble cloud-like bun.

The hair bun was piled high, with a few strands naturally falling by the ears, adding a touch of charm and allure.

After the hairstyle was finished, a group of yatou quickly gathered around and began to carefully serve Yan Xiner in changing clothes. Her wedding dress was a gorgeous red long skirt, on which golden silk thread was carefully embroidered with peony flowers one after another, lifelike, as if they would bloom at any moment.

The matching xia pei was also red, similarly embroidered with colorful peony patterns, complementing each other, beautiful beyond compare. Even the shoes on her feet adopted the same design style; the overall coordination was consistent, fully showing the bride's dignified and generous bearing.

Immediately afterward, she began to wear various exquisite jewelry. Bracelets, necklaces, and earrings were all carefully carved from fine Hetian jade; whether in jade quality or jewelry style, they were extremely rare treasures in the world. These jade ornaments emitted a warm luster, complementing her fair skin, making her appear even more noble and elegant.