A Maid's Survival Story in a Noble Family Mansion? Rich Landlords Are More Appealing.

As soon as she finished speaking, Qing Sui and Qiu Ju each came over carrying a tray.

In Qing Sui's hand was a bowl of multigrain porridge, cooked until thick, the aroma of rice mixed with the fragrance of grains wafting into her nose.

She placed the tray on the corner of the dressing table and said in a clear voice, "Sister, drink it while it's hot. This is a special multigrain porridge that Mother asked me to cook. May the five grains bring you abundance and surplus every year."

In Qiuju's hands was a wedding dress, with inner garment, middle garment, and outer garment stacked layer upon layer. The wedding dress was bright red, and the fabric shimmered softly in the sunlight.

The entire wedding dress was made by Amber herself. The skirt was embroidered with intertwined floral patterns, one by one, extending from the waist to the hem, lifelike.

The cuffs are decorated with a pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water, with stitches so fine they look like they were painted on. Finally, there is a large red shawl embroidered with a hundred children pattern, from top to bottom, all of them are chubby dolls with different expressions and poses.

On top of the tray was a fish-shaped jade pendant, which was a pair; one was here, and the other was with Wang Yanning.

After everything was tidied up, Amber stepped back, looked him up and down, nodded, then stepped forward to straighten his skirt and adjust the position of his shawl.

Qinghui stared at her, her eyes wide with amazement. After a long while, she finally managed to utter, "Sister, you're so beautiful, even more beautiful than the fairies in paintings."

Just then, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"The bridal sedan chair is here—!"

The sound came from the village entrance, getting closer and louder, followed by the deafening sound of gongs and drums, booming and clanging.

The room suddenly became lively again. Amber lifted her veil, which was also bright red, embroidered with a pattern of mandarin ducks in harmony, and with delicate tassels hanging from the four corners.

Chen's mother took it and gently placed it on Chen Wanxing's head.

Suddenly, everything in front of me turned red.

Chen Wanxing lowered her head and could only see the embroidered shoes on her feet. The shoes were also bright red, embroidered with twin lotus flowers, and a small bead was attached to the toe of the shoe.

The sound of gongs and drums outside grew closer, and cheers from the crowd surged in wave after wave.

Chen Wanxing was helped outside by Amber. Her vision was blocked, and she couldn't see anything. She could only hear someone shouting, "The bride is coming out!" Then more people shouted, and laughter, cheers, and firecrackers mingled together.

The bridal sedan chair traveled from Xiaohe Village to Ping'an Town, and then circled around the town.

Chen Wanxing sat in the sedan chair, the curtain occasionally lifted by the wind, revealing a small patch of the outside world: red lanterns, red crowds, and a red sky.

After an unknown amount of time, the sedan chair finally came to a stop.

Someone lifted the sedan curtain, and a hand reached in and took her hand.

The hand was warm and gripped tightly.

Chen Wanxing was helped out of the sedan chair. She lowered her head and could only see the red carpet under her feet. The red carpet stretched from the sedan chair door all the way to the gate, and the two sides were crowded with people, all of them dark feet.

The Wang family courtyard was already packed with people.

Dozens of tables were set up in the courtyard, stretching from inside to outside. Most of the guests were already seated, clinking glasses, laughing and chatting, making it as lively as the New Year.

The main room was packed with people, with an incense table in the center, red candles burning brightly, and incense smoke swirling around.

Mr. Wang and his wife sat at the head of the table, both dressed in new clothes, smiling, their eyes fixed on the doorway.

Wang Yanning led Chen Wanxing step by step into the main room.

The crowd automatically parted to make way for them, and all eyes fell on them as the two stood before the incense table.

The matchmaker unfurled the red silk, cleared her throat, and began to chant the wedding rites.

"Before Heaven and Earth, this is a momentous occasion of marriage, a union of two families, a covenant made in this hall, a blessed union forever bound, a perfect match celebrated together..."

As Chen Wanxing listened to those literary phrases, she was lost in thought. For some reason, she suddenly remembered the time when she had just left the manor. It had been so long.

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth—"

The matchmaker's voice brought her back to reality.

Chen Wanxing bent down, and she could feel the person next to her bending down as well, their shoulders lightly touching.

"Bowing to the parents twice—"

She knelt down, and he knelt down too.

"Husband and wife bow to each other—"

Chen Wanxing stood up, turned around, and faced him.

Through the red veil, she couldn't see his face, but she could feel his gaze fixed on her.

As I bowed down, all other sounds seemed to fade into the distance.

The matchmaker's voice was exceptionally loud as she sang the last line of the ceremony:

"The ceremony is complete—they are escorted to the bridal chamber—"

……

A pair of red candles were lit in the bridal chamber, their flickering light bathing the entire room in a warm, inviting red glow.

The windows were decorated with bright red "double happiness" characters, the bed curtains were new, the bedding was new, even the tea set on the table was new. Everywhere was red, a vibrant, festive red that warmed the heart.

As the crowd dispersed and the door closed, the room finally fell into a brief silence, broken only by the occasional crackling of the red candle.

The commotion outside continued, and after some time, the door was pushed open.

The footsteps approached from afar and stopped in front of her.

Then a hand gently lifted her veil.

Chen Wanxing raised her head.

Wang Yanning stood before her, dressed in a bright red wedding gown. The candlelight flickered on his face, making his handsome features appear exceptionally soft.

He was still holding the veil in his hand, looking down at her. Chen Wanxing felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, so she lowered her eyes, then looked up again to meet his eyes.

"What are you looking at?" she asked.

She sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, her face slightly tilted up as she looked up at him. The candlelight illuminated her face clearly.

He felt that all the beautiful things he had ever seen in his life combined could not compare to the person in front of him.

Wang Yanning sat down next to her, reached out and gently tucked a stray strand of hair that was hanging by her ear behind her ear.

"It's beautiful, very beautiful, exceptionally beautiful."

He gazed at her intently, murmuring softly.

Chen Wanxing smiled and reached out to pull her into his arms.

His embrace was warm, his chin resting on the top of her head, just holding her like that, carrying a hint of alcohol and his own scent.

Chen Wanxing leaned against him, listening to his heartbeat, steady and strong.

"Are you tired?" he asked, his voice muffled and coming from his chest.

Chen Wanxing shook her head. Wang Yanning loosened her grip a little, looked down at her face, and suddenly smiled.

"I've finally married you," he said, his voice low and filled with an indescribable sense of satisfaction. "From the first time I saw you on the Lantern Festival that year until today, I've waited so long."

As Chen Wanxing looked at him, a wave of emotions welled up inside her, a soft, aching feeling.

"There's still a long road ahead," she said.

Wang Yanning nodded and squeezed her hand.

"Yes, it's growing."

The hustle and bustle outside had not completely subsided, but the room was already filled with a romantic atmosphere.

The candlelight flickered, and the red waves of the quilt rippled.