Mo Xue leisurely sat at the table, her gaze drifting absent-mindedly across the phoenix crown and wedding dress laid out on the bed.
The vivid red color and the beautifully embroidered patterns slightly hurt her heart.
"There's nothing to be nervous about, it's just a ceremony. It will be over soon," her voice had a tinge of acidity, and she didn't even look directly at her.
Feng Yueya chuckled inwardly, Master was jealous.
It seemed Master really wanted to marry her teacher.
She continued nervously, "Master, I think that wedding outfit won't look good on me."
She even dares to be picky!
"Since you don't like it, just let your Prince prepare another set for you. He dotes on you so much, he could get you any kind of wedding dress you want, maybe even the stars in the sky if you asked for them," Mo Xue said acidly, her tone dripping with even more sourness.
"Master, why don't you try it on and show me how it looks?"
