In a secluded courtyard on the Su Clan Back Mountain, Su Qianxue sat quietly before a dressing table.
Two maids transferred from a collateral branch of the Su Clan were doing her hair and helping her dress. Their movements were light and practiced; they had clearly received special training.
Her long hair had been arranged into an elaborate bun, adorned with several pearl flowers. All were heirlooms passed down through the Su Clan, and each was said to be over a hundred years old.
Her wedding gown had been custom-made by the finest designer in Capital City. Its train was several meters long, stretching from the dressing table all the way to the doorway.
The face in the mirror was beautiful, but there was not a trace of a smile on it. Su Qianxue looked at her reflection as though she were looking at a stranger.
In the end, she had still failed to escape the fate arranged for her.
"Eldest Young Lady, your makeup is done," a maid said softly.
Su Qianxue nodded without speaking.
Meanwhile, at Capital City International Airport.
A flight from Jiangcheng landed smoothly. The cabin door opened, and the passengers filed out.
At the rear of the crowd, a young man in dark casual clothes walked out with his hands in his pockets, his pace neither hurried nor slow. His expression was impassive, and he looked like an ordinary traveler.
It was Lin Jin. This time, he had not used any special means to travel, choosing instead to take a regular flight to Capital City. He made no attempt to conceal his movements, precisely to tell everyone watching him in secret that he had arrived.
The instant he walked out of the terminal, several plainclothes Paranormal Bureau agents stationed at arrivals straightened simultaneously.
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