At this realization, Chen Wanqing's breath caught in her throat.
"Sister, I've come to lift your veil."
Zhao Jing's voice was a little hoarse and strained. Perhaps it was because he had been too busy to drink any water all day, or perhaps it was because his thoughts were in such a turmoil that he couldn't even control the pitch of his voice.
Before Chen Wanqing could make sense of it all, an auntie's voice suddenly piped up from inside the room. "Still calling her 'Sister,' Jing? From now on, she's your wife. It's time you changed how you address her."
"Oh my, I wouldn't have even thought of it if you hadn't mentioned it. Jing really should change what he calls her."
"If not 'Sister,' then what? Wanqing? Or maybe Qing'er…?"
"Bah! And you call yourselves elders, leading the charge in teasing these two youngsters. If you dare spout any more nonsense, I'll call Eldest Aunt to come deal with you."
"We wouldn't dare…"
"We really wouldn't dare, hahaha…"
