The night deepens, with a small angelic crystal lamp casting a dim orange glow in the bedroom. Lying on the bed in her pajamas, Long Linger's stomach feels uncomfortable, perhaps because she ate too quickly earlier, swallowing the food without chewing thoroughly. She can't fall asleep and her head aches.
The bedroom door is open, revealing Yeh Huang's tall figure standing in the hall. Stephen's voice sounds low: "Tomorrow night marks the first day of the wedding. Media interviews are scheduled, and it will be broadcasted on the news. You and Madam will stay in the presidential suite at the Presidential Palace. The next day is the internal wedding ceremony, attended by National Congress members and high-ranking officials, and you will stay in the presidential suite at the Sheela Royal Palace Hotel. The third day, most crucially, hosts emissaries from other countries. To ensure perfection, Madam's double has been arranged, and you'll decide whether to make an appearance."
