Hua Ling's voice was soft and laced with curiosity, yet beneath it, when she saw Hua Jing,was a subtle undertone of satisfaction.
The gathered nobles instinctively turned towards the source of the voice, and there she stood, adorned in her extravagant bridal attire.
The heavy layers of silk and embroidered flowers seemed to glow beneath the lantern light, her makeup pristine once more after the earlier fiasco.
But her eyes—the way they gleamed with barely concealed glee—made it clear that she was relishing whatever mess had befallen Hua Jing.
Behind her, the entire Hua family followed. Hua Ming Rong, regal in his dark robes, exuded an air of false dignity, while the uncles and aunts trailed closely behind, eager for a spectacle.
The moment their eyes fell upon Hua Jing at the center of the commotion, their barely contained excitement was evident.