Su Zhiruan was slender, her wedding dress was intricate, layer upon layer it adorned her body, making her appear elegant and outstanding. She glanced at the copper mirror and suddenly recalled the day she tried on a wedding dress in the Imperial Palace; the same Phoenix Crown, even the person she was to marry both times was the same, only her identity had changed.
The maid who had gone to open the door came in at that moment, and for an instant, she was almost dazzled. Her skin was fairer than snow, her features exquisite like jade, the bright red hue suited her perfectly, as if red had been her destined color.
It wasn't just her; even Su Zhiruan herself was momentarily dazzled. Truth be told, this appearance was outstanding, and even among the beauties of the Wanzhao Palace, she was the most beautiful.
