Prince Wei's Mansion.
Song Min's courtyard was brightly lit, and inside the boudoir, Song Min was wearing a fiery red wedding dress, with the jewelry necklace Chen Mo had given her before around her neck. Her youthful face, full of collagen, was reflected in the copper mirror, showing a look of delight.
After tonight, she could rightfully call Brother Mo her husband.
Just thinking about it made her delicate body feel a bit weak.
She picked up the red paper on the dressing table in front of her, brought it to her lips, and gently pressed her pale lips on the red paper, making her cherry lips turn bright red.
"Prince."
At this moment, the sound of the maid greeting Chen Mo came from outside.
Hearing the sound, Song Min hurriedly stood up, sat by the bedside, and took the red veil beside her to cover her head, sitting properly.
Soon, Chen Mo, in a form-fitting white robe, walked in with a few steps, closed the door behind him, and a clear voice reached Song Min's ears: "Min'Er."
