The twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month was the day the Kitchen God ascended to heaven to report on his duties.
Inside the largest silk shop in Chang'an City, the vermilion counter was polished to a bright sheen, reflecting the pale face of a young girl. Shen Qinghuan's hands trembled as she gripped the scissors, half-cutting a bolt of wedding silk spread across her knees. The brilliant red of the fabric burned her eyes, making them sting.
"My lady, the time has come." The stewardess's voice came from outside the door, carrying an unquestionable authority. Shen Qinghuan took a deep breath and finished the last few stitches. The mandarin ducks embroidered in gold thread cast a cold gleam in the candlelight; this was the last flower she would embroider for her own wedding gown.
Chapter 227