"Yes, Deputy Hall Master."
The servant also knew that the newlyweds would surely want more privacy, and quickly left.
Luo Xiao pushed the door open and walked in.
In the wedding room, the incense swirled gently, and the bride sat elegantly on the edge of the bed, her veil still untouched.
Luo Xiao's eyes were filled with tenderness. He had waited so long, for this day, to marry her; no matter how many times he got beaten, it was worth it.
He lifted his leg and walked over, reached out to pick up the scale wrapped in red cloth, intending to lift her veil.
Han Qingqing's heart nearly jumped to her throat; Mo Nanjue had said that Luo Xiao would definitely not easily lift the veil, so she could be at ease.
But...
She bit her lower lip, ready for whatever might come, but the man's movement suddenly paused.
