Feng Jin’s gaze swept over the hairpins and dangling ornaments on the table, finally selecting a pair of phoenixes dancing among peonies.
"These, they exude nobility and suit your temperament."
"I also think these look good, but I couldn't decide."
Murong Jinyun picked up the hairpins and held them against her temples to try them on. They indeed looked quite nice.
She imagined how beautiful she would look on her wedding day tomorrow.
"Is there anything I need to pay attention to for tomorrow's wedding? Young Madam, you must teach me well."
Her heart was pounding so hard at this moment, and the thought of the wedding procession made her uncontrollably nervous.
"Actually... actually, there's nothing much. The nannies will guide you anyway, so you don't need to worry."
She didn't actually know what was important for a wedding. Given Murong Jinyun's special status and the accompanying nannies to guide her, there wouldn't be any mistakes, so there was no need to worry at all.
"Is that so..."
Murong Jinyun appeared hesitant, her mind in a muddle.
"How about I help you with some skin care? It will make the makeup apply more naturally and adhere better tomorrow."
This was all she could do for Murong Jinyun, doing her best. She truly couldn't help with anything else. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
"Skin care... skin?"
What a novel term, she had never heard of it.
"It's just taking care of your skin. Why don't you try it first?"
"Alright then." Murong Jinyun hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
"Wait a moment, I'll go prepare the things."
The items were already together; it was just a matter of moving them. She soon began to help Murong Jinyun with her skin care.
"It's so cool..."
It felt cool, smooth like milk, and quite comfortable when applied to the face.
"It is a bit cool when first applied to the face. Close your eyes and rest for a bit; it will be fine soon."
After the treatment, Murong Jinyun looked in the mirror. Her skin appeared much fairer and felt incredibly smooth and delicate to the touch.
"This is too amazing, my skin has really improved so much."
"Of course, this is my secret recipe."
These were all her own research results, and no one had ever complained after using them.
"I'll give these to you too. After washing your face, apply this essence and then this lotion. I guarantee that after using them for a while, your skin will be so tender it feels like it could drip water."
"Really? Thank you so much, Young Madam."
There wasn't a woman in the world who didn't love beauty. Once Murong Jinyun tasted the benefits and saw these items, her face immediately lit up with joy.
"You can use these for now. If you run out, tell me, and I'll send you more."
Indeed, building friendships between women only required a simple bottle of cosmetics; it was that easy.
Feng Jin and Murong Jinyun chatted and laughed, and time flew by. It wasn't until dusk that Feng Jin returned to her own room.
However, Ling Mohan did not return until deep into the night. As she waited, Feng Jin gradually fell asleep, only to be awakened the next day by the thunderous sounds of celebratory music.
Feng Jin groggily got up, realizing that today was the wedding day for Murong Jinyun and Gu Beichen. She quickly got up, washed, and rushed to the scene.
By the time she arrived, Murong Jinyun was being escorted into the bridal sedan chair. Among the welcoming party, she vaguely spotted Ling Mohan. Impatiently, she pushed forward, confirming that the person was indeed Ling Mohan. Only after confirming he was safe did Feng Jin's restless heart begin to calm down.
Safe and sound, that was the best outcome. Feng Jin watched Ling Mohan's receding figure for a long time until he disappeared from her sight before slowly withdrawing her gaze.
"Young Madam, we need to go to the Zhennan King's manor, or we'll miss the auspicious hour."
"Let's go."
With Ling Mohan absent, all these matters fell to her alone. She truly began to miss the days when Ling Mohan was around.
Upon arriving at the Zhennan King's manor, the sight that greeted her was a sky-high expanse of red, truly beautiful. The marriage, a union between two countries, was celebrated on a grand scale.
Feng Jin gazed at the lively scene and couldn't help but recall her own wedding to Ling Mohan.
At that time, Ling Mohan lay in bed, his life or death uncertain. She, merely a pawn for good luck, had been carried into the Ling family's gates in a red sedan chair.
Thinking back, it truly felt tragic. She never imagined she and Ling Mohan would reach this day; it felt like a dream, so unreal.
"Young Madam, why are you crying?"
Chu Qing noticed the crystal-clear tear on Feng Jin's eye and asked with a slight concern.
"It's nothing, I'm just feeling a bit sentimental."
She reached up to wipe the tear from her cheek. This was a joyous occasion for others; she couldn't cry and bring them bad luck.
Feng Jin scanned the surroundings but couldn't find Ling Mohan. Wasn't he just in the welcoming party? Now that they were at the Zhennan King's manor, where had he gone?
"Sister Feng Jin, what are you looking around for?"
Lin Yuwei, with her visibly pregnant belly, squeezed her way to sit beside Feng Jin. She had noticed Sister Feng Jin constantly looking around since a while ago. What was she searching for?
"Nothing... You're so close to your due date, why are you still out and about? Shouldn't you be resting at home?"
"I didn't want to come originally, but Chu Chenyi is so busy with matters. This important alliance between two countries, if I didn't show up, people would find fault and stir up trouble, which would be a hassle."
"Then you must be careful."
Looking at Lin Yuwei's bulging belly, Feng Jin felt worried. She hoped nothing unexpected would happen.
"It's fine, this child is very well-behaved in my belly."
With Lin Yuwei keeping her company and chatting, Feng Jin's mood improved considerably. After the banquet concluded, she first escorted Lin Yuwei back to the Jing King's manor with concern before returning to her own residence.
As soon as she alighted from the carriage, she noticed an unfamiliar carriage parked at the entrance.
"Who has come to the manor?"
"Reporting to Young Madam, it's the teacher the Young General found for the young masters. He is currently giving lessons to the two young masters."
Upon hearing the servant's reply, Feng Jin's brow furrowed. Why had the teacher arrived at this time?
Suppressing her doubts, Feng Jin hurried inside, eager to see who this esteemed tutor was.
When Feng Jin saw who the summoned tutor was, she was stunned for a long time before coming back to her senses.
Looking at the figure in the room with surprise, Feng Jin initially couldn't believe it. She rubbed her eyes, widened them, and looked again. After several checks, she confirmed she wasn't mistaken.
How could the tutor they found be Sheng Xubai? This was too unbelievable.
"Mother, you're back!"