As Weimo stepped out of the manor's gates, her soft shoes treading on a sea of red silk that carpeted the ground, a sudden collective gasp erupted from the bustling street outside.
Every single blue brick along Xuanhuang Avenue was wrapped in red silk, and even the branches of the parasol trees on either side were swathed in gauze threaded with gold.
Eight pure black Chixiao horses raised their heads and neighed in unison, the golden bells adorning their crimson saddles chiming softly with every sway. Trailing behind them, the bridal sedan chair was draped on all four sides with the bright yellow tassels reserved exclusively for a principal wife.
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