CHAPTER 834: CHAPTER 832: CONFIDENCE TO MEET HER HUSBAND

Looking at the sky that didn’t show the slightest bit of light, Ye Xinyan secretly complained, wondering where this custom came from. Clearly, the wedding ceremony was much later, yet they started bothering people so early.

Ye Xinyan felt she could probably prop up a few more cushions and lay back on the couch. From now on, there was a whole day of hustle and bustle ahead. Whether she could fall asleep or not, she could at least close her eyes for a bit and replenish her energy.

Nanny Jin, Nanny Huang, and the two bridal matrons didn’t stop her; Nanny Jin even stepped forward to assist her.

Ye Xinyan didn’t have high hopes for ancient makeup, so she wasn’t expecting much. But as she moved from the chair in front of the dressing table to the couch, she casually glanced at the bronze mirror.

Whoa! Who is that?

Ye Xinyan’s eyes widened in surprise, almost scaring herself. Instinctively, she looked around, wondering if the bronze mirror had reflected someone else. She was confident in her appearance; it shouldn’t look that comical.

It was clear that the person in the mirror was her; the wide-eyed, jaw-dropping look belonged to no one else but her.

She looked at the mirror again, damn it, that ridiculous makeup in the mirror... it was indeed her.

She couldn’t tolerate it; she was willing to listen to Jiang Yifan, but as the ancient sages said: what can be tolerated, what cannot be tolerated. This ridiculous makeup she could not endure.

Seeing the dazed Miss suddenly perk up, Nanny Huang instinctively felt something was off. Meanwhile, Nanny Jin was still in a blissful daze, as their dear Miss was finally getting married, filled with joy.

Just as she was basking in that joy, Nanny Huang tugged at her sleeve, and she followed Nanny Huang’s gaze to her Miss.

Ugh, what’s with that look Miss is giving? Staring at herself in the mirror with such a strange look... what does it mean?

And then, Nanny Jin saw Ye Xinyan turn back expressionlessly, looked at Nanny Huang and the two bridal matrons, and asked, "Are you sure that making me up like this looks really good?"

The bridal matrons, aware of Miss Ye’s notorious reputation, felt a twinge of anxiety seeing that deep and endless calm gaze and looked to Nanny Huang for help.

Nanny Huang immediately stepped forward, explaining to Ye Xinyan, "This is a wedding, and weddings are all about festivity. Look at your makeup; isn’t it festive?"

Ye Xinyan directly rolled her eyes amidst the ghastly white heavy makeup. Even if you want it festive, shouldn’t it be expressed somewhere else instead of on her face? Seriously, using festivity as an excuse to make the bride look like this—is there some grudge against the bride or something?

She waved her hand, motioning them out, "Isn’t there still a while before the wedding? Let me rest, and you all go take a break too." She had to find a way to correct this herself.

Nanny Huang and the others exchanged looks but didn’t leave. Today was Miss’s wedding day; there’s no precedent for leaving Miss alone in a room. Besides, it was clear to anyone that Miss’s behavior was unusual.

Ye Xinyan wasn’t pleased with this situation. The original Miss Ye had painstakingly earned her notorious reputation, and now it was about to be ruined by her meek personality.

Everything has pros and cons; it depends on what your goal is. According to Ye Xinyan’s goal, the original’s bad reputation and poor foundation were a great advantage for her.

Without the original’s notorious name, if she wanted to do anything in the future, it would be exceedingly difficult. People wouldn’t fear someone who seemed meek.

Ye Xinyan’s face fell immediately, "I agreed to get married for you all, yet you won’t even let me rest quietly for a moment."

Nanny Huang was stunned, Miss, don’t you feel guilty saying that? What do you mean, agreeing to marry for us? The engagement you agreed to yourself, and the wedding date was sent by the Imperial Astronomical Observatory. Isn’t it because you couldn’t resist?

Ye Xinyan, eager to carry out the original’s decisive manner, without regard to anyone present or their expressions, reached out to undo the brand-new clothes she was wearing, "It’s going to be such a tiring day ahead. I’d rather not get married, staying at my own home is fine, I can do whatever I want, unlike marrying into the husband’s family where I have to look at their faces."

Nanny Jin almost wanted to cover Ye Xinyan’s mouth. Miss, you really dare to say anything, huh. This room doesn’t just have people from your two families; the bridal matrons are here too.

Ye Xinyan pouted, saying, "Nanny, I couldn’t sleep all night and was woken up by them, feeling very tired."

Nanny Jin felt a pang of sympathy, her expression hesitating.

Nanny Huang saw this wouldn’t work; she waved at the two bridal matrons, "Let Miss rest for a bit, there’s a whole day ahead; a little rest will do good."

As Nanny Huang and the others exited, Song Ping’s Household had even less of a way out and could only follow Ye Xinyan’s instructions, ushering the maids in the room to bring water, cleansing her face clean of the original makeup.

Ye Xinyan looked at herself in the mirror, a very pretty girl indeed. Even without makeup, she was a fresh and beautiful lady, yet they turned her into such a strange sight.

Song Ping’s Household stood uneasily at the side, unable to hold back, advising, "Miss, your wedding day is supposed to be joyous, and makeup is a must. You can’t go to the ceremony all plain; the groom’s family would blame you."

Ye Xinyan knew this was a happy day, and naturally, she couldn’t go to the Jiang Family barefaced. But letting Jiang Yifan lift the veil to see her in such an odd appearance, Ye Xinyan really had no confidence.

She looked at the rouge and powder on the dressing table; the items weren’t as meticulously categorized as modern ones. She’d have to make do with simplicity. With these things, she’d do what she could, and at most, carry some rouge and powder with her, along with a small bronze mirror to touch up as needed.

Although the bronze mirrors at Duke An’s Mansion were of high quality, they were still far behind modern mirrors. Ye Xinyan painstakingly applied a bold bridal makeup for herself. Examining herself from different angles, she thought it was alright.

She turned to Song Ping’s Household and the two maids, winking, and asked, "How does it look, alright?"

People of this era didn’t fuss over eyeliner; Ye Xinyan had painstakingly lined her eyes finely, using blue powder mixed with rouge for a subtle eyeshadow. She didn’t just slap a whole lot of white powder on her face; she mixed it with rouge to add a bit of blush and thoroughly applied rouge on her lips, making them look full and red.

Song Ping’s Household stared dazedly at Ye Xinyan, dazzled by her bright eyes enhanced with eyeliner.

The Miss of their household was already beautiful, though she didn’t usually invest effort into these things. Now, with this kind of adornment, she was stunningly beautiful, just like the saying—yes, a national beauty and grace, not inferior at all.

Ye Xinyan didn’t need to look in the mirror again; just seeing Song Ping’s Household and the two maids’ jaws about to drop, she knew her bridal makeup passed muster, and not just passably—but exceptionally so.

With that, Ye Xinyan rested against the couch with peace of mind. Whether it was because she put effort into her makeup earlier or her confidence in meeting Jiang Yifan with this face, she actually fell asleep leaning against the couch.

Although this nap wasn’t long, she slept soundly and sweetly. Perhaps out of concern for her poor sleep the night before, Nanny Huang and Nanny Jin didn’t wake her. She was awakened by Ye Yuan’s noise.