"On the twenty-second day of November, Duke Heng's mansion was bedecked with lights and decorations, the scene bustling with excitement, the vast estate brimming with an extra touch of festive spirit.
In Qinghu Inn, close to a dozen maids surrounded Lin Yue, some carefully combing his hair, some busy arranging his headdress, others helping him don the groom's robes, and some bringing over decorations.
Lin Yue, sitting before the mirror, could only let them fuss over him.
The undergarment was easy to put on, but the outer red groom's robe was far more complicated with its multitude of ties crisscrossing and various adornments whose proper places were unknown. He neither knew how to arrange them nor cared to learn, so he let the maidens take care of it.
Some maidens even wanted to apply makeup to him, but he naturally refused.