Sure enough, people had already arrived from the palace. Along with female officials, there were matrons, and they were helping Ye Buhui put on her phoenix crown and ceremonial cape.
Titled ladies and consorts both had ceremonial capes, but no phoenix crowns. As the Imperial Grandson's consort, Ye Buhui naturally had both.
Among commoners, a bride could wear a phoenix crown and ceremonial cape only on her wedding day, enjoying that single day of honor, and brides often looked especially beautiful that day.
Clearly, the phoenix crown and ceremonial cape did a great deal to enhance a woman's beauty.
Though Ye Buhui was no peerless beauty, she was certainly a beautiful woman, and she had become even lovelier after giving birth. Hearing footsteps, she turned her bright eyes toward him. When their gazes met, even Su Ziji could not help being struck by her beauty.
He rarely saw Ye Buhui dressed so splendidly. It truly proved the saying that clothes made the person. She was not normally the dazzling type, yet in this finery, she revealed a rare, enchanting charm.
Seeing that Ye Buhui was about to sink into a curtsy as well, Su Ziji smiled and said, "You look beautiful."
He strode over, took her hand, and stopped her from curtsying. Finding her hand a little cold, he knew she was probably very nervous.
That was only natural. He had experience from a later age and had encountered all manner of extraordinary opportunities. In both mind and body, he was no longer an ordinary mortal.
Ye Buhui was different. She was an ordinary young woman of this era. Although she had entered the Dao, grown stronger and more beautiful, and experienced these changes in status alongside him, even someone like him felt exhausted and had to remain on guard,