The day of the wedding had finally arrived.
Perhaps sensing something, ning Qing had woken up early.
She lay on the bed, her mind empty.
Not long after, the Auntie arrived.
"Madam, Sir would like to see you in the study."
In just one day, the Auntie had changed the way she addressed her.
Ning Qing's empty eyes looked over, and she hurriedly lowered her head, not looking at her.
Or perhaps, he didn't dare to.
"Alright," ning Qing said.
She lifted the blanket and got out of bed. The moment her feet touched the ground, she felt a second of dizziness.
The Auntie wanted to go forward, but she was stopped by her.
After the dizziness, she followed the Auntie out barefooted.
Only then did ning Qing realize that the decoration and style of the room were no longer the same as she had seen before.
"Where are we?" she asked softly as she followed the Auntie.
