Li Dayong's wedding procession returned to Beixinqiao. The moment Pei Wenhui stepped out of the car, she left the gathered onlookers stunned. Even Li Dayong's old mother, Qian Qingli, stared blankly at the exquisitely dressed Pei Wenhui.
"Xiao Ye, is this bride Xiao Hui?"
"Aunt, what kind of thing is that to say? This isn't some story about getting into the wrong bridal sedan and marrying the right man! What, is the daughter-in-law too pretty? You're not happy about it?"
"Nothing but nonsense. Who said I'm unhappy?" Qian Qingli looked Pei Wenhui over carefully, then beamed. "Now that I look closely, it really is her. How come I never noticed Xiao Hui was this pretty before? The Li family's ancestral graves must be smoking."
Although the four great evil arts of East Asia had yet to reach their peak in this era, Hong Kong Island's makeup artists were still highly skilled. Besides, Pei Wenhui had already been a little beauty to begin with. With just a bit of sprucing up, she instantly outshone everyone around her.
What was more, the wedding dress Pei Wenhui wore today was a handcrafted, limited-edition collector's piece.
The people around her stared at Pei Wenhui's ancient-style bridal gown and simply could not look away.
"The bride's dress is so beautiful. It looks just like what a princess wears in the movies."
"Yes, yes, yes, you're right. Like the princess in one of those ancient films. Look, even the phoenixes on it are made of pearls. Li Ye, where did Da Yong buy this costume? It couldn't have been cheap, right?"
Li Ye patiently explained, "This isn't a costume. It's a bridal gown, hand-embroidered according to the traditions of our ancestors. It isn't about money. It's a culture, a legacy."
"Mhm, mhm, mhm, you're right. It