Bai Zhi'er sat on the wedding bed, seemingly a little uncomfortable, twisting left and right.
Fu Xiru walked to her side and held her hand.
"Zhi'er, I and the other palace attendants are leaving. Don't be afraid. If A Ce bullies you later, I'll stand up for you."
Bai Zhi'er nodded gently: "Lady, when can I eat? I'm so hungry."
Everyone around laughed softly.
Fu Xiru laughed indulgently, like an older sister.
"I know you're just a little greedy demon. I've already asked the Imperial Kitchen to prepare delicious food and wine; they are on the table."
As soon as she finished speaking, Bai Zhi'er couldn't help but want to lift her veil to see what delicious food was available.
However, she was stopped by the people around her.
Jin Lian shouted: "You can't lift it! The groom has to lift it first!"
Bai Zhi'er nearly lifted her veil herself.
This made Fu Xiru laugh uncontrollably.
She glanced up. Long Xiyuan was talking to Feng Fuce at the door.
