Yan Qing's implied message was, "If you say it's okay, then I'll leave."
Ling Hua looked at Yan Qing. He was exactly as she had imagined him in a bright red auspicious robe—resplendent and dazzling. She shook her head, "Aside from lifting the bridal veil, there's still the wedding room pranks, eating progeny pastries, drinking the nuptial wine… There are so many things to do."
Yan Qing turned his head, "Wedding room pranks? Are you sure?"
Ling Hua hesitated for a moment. She wasn't sure about the wedding room pranks. If those rakes came to tease, how would she have the energy to deal with them? She was already so exhausted she felt like collapsing into sleep. Sitting here, she was keeping her eyelids open with sticks.
She corrected herself, "Well, after eating the pastries, drinking the nuptial wine is fine. Let's just… forget about the rest."
Not to mention wedding room pranks, she didn't have the energy to deal with even the wedding room itself.
Yan Qing remained silent.
