The sunlight streamed through the green silk cabinet, illuminating the lacquered dressing table adorned with golden inlays.
In front of the dressing table, a fourteen-year-old maiden with a round face, having been cared for over twenty days, appeared with rosy and delicate skin, and her large, dark eyes brimmed with unconcealable joy.
She glanced at the maid who was dressing her hair in the bronze mirror, "Hua Mei, am I dreaming?"
Hua Mei paused her hairdressing for a moment, then forced a smile, "Second Miss, you're not dreaming. News from the Capital has arrived; the master is sending you off to enjoy fortune!"
Song Qi's heart pounded rapidly. She had often thought she would be tormented to death by her third uncle, unexpectedly, fortune descended from the heavens and a turning point arrived—Prince Cheng's heir was selecting an Heir Consort, and she was among the candidates.
