It was not just Cai Lin; Xiao Yan felt the same doubt rising in his heart.
In his memory, Feng Qing'er was indeed tall among women, but she was still half a head shorter than him. Yet now, she was almost the same height as him.
Was it because she was wearing high heels?
Xiao Yan glanced slightly beneath the hem of the jade beauty's dress before looking at the high heels wrapping her flesh-toned jade feet. Perhaps he had found the reason, but he was still somewhat uncertain.
Feng Qing'er usually wore them too, didn't she? Probably?
As Xiao Yan was recalling this, the Phoenix before him also noticed something slightly off. Her delicate brows beneath the red veil faintly furrowed.
Because no one was allowed to use Dou Qi within the venue today, Phoenix could not conveniently use Dou Qi to sense her surroundings. She could only make out that someone was standing before her through the tiny sliver of line of sight beneath the red veil.
Come to think of it, I was attending Qing'er's wedding in Sister's place. Did I really need to wear a red veil?
Phoenix had raised this question with the maid while she was being dressed, and the maid had answered without hesitation.
"Of course. Not just in our Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan—this is the custom for any family holding a wedding."
Since the maid had answered so decisively, Phoenix had temporarily put aside the doubts In Her Heart.
After all, she was not Feng Qing'er's biological mother. Perhaps, according to custom, as Feng Li's replacement, she could not show her face. Otherwise, she might offend her deceased Sister.
Whether that was truly the case or not, Phoenix had found that excuse for herself In Her Heart. She had never considered the