Chapter 13: The wedding night(Part 3)
Xia Lin guided Hua Jing through the dimly lit corridor, her hand lightly holding Hua Jing's arm. The red silk veil covering Hua Jing's face was thick and heavy, the color so vivid it felt almost blinding, even through the fabric. Her dress was equally garish—a deep crimson adorned with intricate golden embroidery that shimmered in the faint light.
"Young Madam," Xia Lin began cautiously, "please remember—"
"Remember what?" Hua Jing interrupted, her tone light but exasperated.
"Well," Xia Lin stammered, clearly flustered, "to behave properly tonight. His Highness—"
Hua Jing snorted softly. "Behave properly? Since when do I misbehave?"
Hua Jing blinked innocently
Xia Lin blinked, struggling to come up with a reply. "I mean..."
Ever since the young lady had woken up, all she had done was misbehave!
Xia Lin knew this yet she still struggled to say that out loud
"Oh, I know what you mean," Hua Jing said breezily. "You're saying I'm a disaster waiting to happen." She stopped abruptly, pulling her arm free. "But, you know what? I'll manage just fine without the pep talk."
"What?"