The little girl was full of tears. The naughty girl yesterday would become a man's wife today. Madam Hou Qing did up her daughter's hair, and threads slithered on her face. Han Chiyou's face became fairer and clearer. Madam Hou Qing tied her daughter's hair up. The girl in the mirror did not have the childishness any longer, instead, she had the fascinating beauty as a bride.

Madam Hou Qing put headwear on her daughter's inky hair carefully. The Golden Bu Yao rang so briskly ...