Chapter 1987: 1987

“It shows that you’re important,” Ye Zhenhua said cheerfully . “Its weight implies that you’re valued and treasured . It’s supposed to be an auspicious symbol . ”

But Western-style weddings don’t follow so many rituals and traditions .

Ye Qianqian mumbled under her breath .

Before long, someone came up to them and declared, “The bridegroom is here . Get ready, everyone!”

Ye Qianqian almost felt she was about to faint under the weight . But when she heard the announcement, her first thought was: I’m going to be liberated!

She rejoiced too soon .

Shen Zhilie was blocked at the door . The atmosphere outside was lively, but she remained in a quiet daze .

Before she knew it, Shen Zhilie was glancing up at her on bended knee, saying, “I’ll take you home, Qianqian . ”

The crowd cheered on, to her confusion .

She was led into the car . Then, the couple went to pay their respects to the gods .

She thought those old rituals and traditions had already become obsolete .

But she was wrong .

She was utterly wrong .

Not only did she have to pay respects to the gods, but she also had to step over a basin with a flame burning in it—an ancient ritual for newlywed couples .

She felt close to being burned by the heat that rose from beneath her as she crossed the flame .

She finally met the Shen family .

Ye Qianqian’s face was covered with the veil throughout the ceremony . She had to be guided around .

An elderly chaperone sang the marriage oath aloud in a raspy voice . The last stop was to pay their respects to the gods .

“Bow to the heavens and the earth!”

“Bow to your parents . ”

“Bow to each other as husband and wife!”

Ye Qianqian felt like she was acting in a drama, performing all those rituals on television . But everything before her eyes was happening in real time .

She felt as though she had traveled back in time to experience a traditional wedding during the Qing Dynasty .

The feeling was uncomfortably jarring .

The jewelry on Ye Qianqian’s body weighed at least a dozen kilos .

She looked resplendent, but beneath all the finery was a suffering bride .

A few elders spoke, but Ye Qianqian couldn’t hear the details clearly .

In the end, an elder asked, “Do you remember?”

When Qianqian heard Shen Zhilie next to her answer in the affirmative, she hastily concurred, “Yes, I remember . ”

Ye Qianqian vaguely heard someone laughing in the background . Soon, the old lady approached her and took her hand in hers . She said, “You’re a fine child . From now on, you have to obey your in-laws and be a filial daughter-in-law . Do you understand?”

The faint fragrance emanating from the old woman smelled familiar .

Ye Qianqian pondered for a while and recalled something .

The scent belonged to the old lady Dong Fang .

She was Mrs . Shen’s close friend .

“Yes . Thank you, Grandmother Dong Fang,” Ye Qianqian replied .

Dong Fang flashed a satisfied smile . “You’re such a clever child . ”

Without further ado, she shouted, “Send them to the bridal chamber!”

The music began to play . Ye Qianqian felt like she was in a dream .

She later learned that the old lady Dong Fang was of royal lineage .

Royal blood flowed in her . She was the descendant of an ancient princess .

To her, wedding rituals and traditions were meant to be followed properly .

After the downfall of the Qing Dynasty, these archaic rituals and traditions had been preserved for future generations .

Mrs . Shen shared a close relationship with Dong Fang . Hence, she entrusted her with the responsibility of presiding over this important wedding .

The wedding looked presentable, but Ye Qianqian didn’t enjoy it much .

She felt as though her neck was about to snap when she was escorted back to her room .

She reached out to lift the veil, but was stopped by a wrinkled hand .

Ye Qianqian was shocked .

She assumed that she had been escorted into the room by a friend, not an elderly woman .

Who was it?”You’re not allowed to lift it by yourself . You have to let your husband do it . ”