Inside the bedroom.
Several experienced nannies were busily and meticulously taking care of the bride's makeup and attire.
Ran Qingchen at this moment was like a delicate doll, sitting in front of the dressing table, not daring to move, her fingers sometimes clutching her wedding gown, sometimes twisting together, revealing her inner nervousness.
These nannies were specially selected and sent by Noble Consort Lin from within the palace, usually tasked with preparing the empress and other consorts for grand ceremonies, something ordinary people could hardly afford.
Looking at the stunning beauty in the mirror who seemed like a stranger, Ran Qingchen was a bit lost, finding it hard to believe it was herself.
Her skin, meticulously prepped, was smooth as jade.
Using cinnabar to draw the exquisite willow-leaf shaped brows, slim and curved like the silhouette of distant mountains.
