Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot
Chapter 144 - 139: Grand Commander, Anxious Strange Monkey

Chapter 144: Chapter 139: Grand Commander, Anxious Strange Monkey

When Meng Qianqian stepped out from behind the screen, everyone in the room was stunned.

They all knew their young lady was beautiful, yet she still managed to astonish them deeply every single time.

Nanny Wan exclaimed, "Oh heavens, if I were the groom..."

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Madam Du let out a loud cough.

"Come on, come on! Let’s get to work!" Nanny Hu hurriedly dragged Nanny Wan outside, lest she spouted more shocking and unfiltered words.

The Perfect Matron and the makeup artist had arrived early. Forget the Perfect Matron for now; the makeup artist had once served the noblewomen in the Imperial Palace. She had seen countless beauties, but a natural grace like Meng Qianqian’s was a rarity among rarities.

Especially as Meng Qianqian possessed a uniquely serene and composed aura in her gaze.

Nanny Li addressed the Perfect Matron and the makeup artist, "We’ll have to trouble you both today."

They had been invited by Steward Cen to assist with Meng Qianqian’s preparations for the wedding.

"Come, bride, have a seat."

The Perfect Matron smiled kindly at Meng Qianqian through the copper mirror.

Meng Qianqian sat down in front of the dressing table.

The Perfect Matron picked up a brand-new Ruyi comb, gently lifted Meng Qianqian’s waist-length hair, and began reciting as she combed: "One stroke to comb to the ends, fortune and happiness never ends..."

Nanny Li, standing behind her, silently teared up.

In a hushed voice, Tan’er asked, "Nanny Li, why are you crying?"

Nanny Li’s throat tightened with emotion, and she couldn’t manage a response.

Ban Xia replied on her behalf, "In You State, when a daughter marries, it’s her mother who combs her hair. When Miss went to the Lu Family back then, there was no one to comb her hair. And now..."

She wasn’t implying that the Perfect Matron wasn’t good enough—it was simply that customs varied across regions. In Nanny Li’s heart, it already felt like Miss was marrying into solitude. Her own family couldn’t attend, nor had they sent any dowry gifts.

"Nanny Li must feel sorry for Miss."

Ban Xia, being younger, couldn’t fully grasp the depth of these feelings, but she also felt that Miss’s marriage seemed a little lonely.

Tan’er pouted thoughtfully. "Then, should I go and grab her to comb my sister’s hair?"

Ban Xia: "..."

The affairs involving the Yu Family in the Capital City were well known to both Nanny Li and Ban Xia. Neither of them had tried to persuade Miss to contact her, nor had they informed her about the wedding.

To them, it was as if Miss and her had absolutely no ties left.

Once the Perfect Matron finished combing Meng Qianqian’s hair, Meng Qianqian stood up to change into her wedding dress.

That day, Madam Wu, the seamstress, had waited at home for a long time but still didn’t see Meng Qianqian return. Feeling embarrassed to keep her any longer, Nanny Li followed Madam Wu’s suggestion and brought out one of Meng Qianqian’s dresses to compare the size.

Madam Wu had assured Nanny Li that the wedding dress would fit perfectly.

Nanny Li had planned to have Miss try it on upon returning home, but with the busyness of the past two days, she had completely forgotten this critical matter.

Nanny Li broke out in a cold sweat from sheer anxiety.

Tan’er tilted her head. "Nanny Li, what’s wrong with you?"

Nanny Li smacked her fist into her palm. "I forgot to have Miss try on the wedding dress. What if it doesn’t fit..."

"Hiss—"

From behind the screen came the sound of the makeup artist and Ban Xia sharply inhaling.

Nanny Li’s heart skipped a beat, and she hurried toward the screen.

The next moment, she too let out a gasp.

Meng Qianqian curved her lips slightly. "Nanny, does it fit?"

Nanny Li stared dazedly at Meng Qianqian. "It fits... it fits perfectly..."

Tan’er’s eyes widened. "Sister, N... you’re so beautiful!"

Next came the procedure of threading Meng Qianqian’s face and applying her makeup.

Meng Qianqian had such exceptional features that her flawless complexion hardly needed work. Heavy makeup would only obscure her natural beauty.

Even her eyebrows needed no enhancement—they were naturally elegant like distant mountain fog.

The makeup artist only dusted her cheeks with light rouge, leaving them as delicately flushed as peach blossoms.

For the lip makeup, however, the makeup artist reached for the most vibrant red lip paper.

Meng Qianqian gently held it between her lips and pressed firmly. Her clean, understated makeup suddenly transformed with a dazzling touch of striking brilliance.

Though this was the most beautiful bride the makeup artist had ever worked on, she couldn’t help but feel something was still missing.

Tan’er exclaimed, "Sister, N... you look just like a celestial immortal!"

In a flash of realization, the makeup artist dabbed some of the same vibrant red lipstick onto her finger and drew a tiny red dot at the center of Meng Qianqian’s forehead.

The Governor Mansion.

Bao Shu had also woken up early. For once, the little one was in a good mood, unusually cooperative.

Her love for looking pretty was unmatched. Steward Cen had even arranged for a makeup artist for her as well.

She donned her finest attire and sat at her own small dressing table. First, she stretched out her left cheek so the makeup artist could thread it, then turned her head to offer the right side, signaling for the same treatment there.

The makeup artist, not daring to actually thread her face, pretended to run the thread along her cheeks in an exaggerated performance.

Bao Shu was very satisfied and pointed to her small head, indicating she wanted a beautiful hairstyle too.

She then opened her glimmering golden vanity box and waved her small hand with authority.

The hairpins and ribbons were plentiful—enough to use freely, without limits!

Hair accessories were indeed abundant, but...

The makeup artist stared at Miss Bao Shu’s sparse baby hair in silence.

Today, the Governor Mansion was bustling with activity. The chefs hired from the best restaurants in town had arrived half a month earlier to help, and the dishes had been tested over and over. Yu Zichuan and Shangguan Ling were so overloaded with taste tests that they swore they’d never want to eat banquet food in their lives again.

Steward Cen had been busy since morning and decided it was time to wake up the Grand Commander to change into his wedding robe.

"Grand Commander, the wedding robe..." He pushed open the door with a grin. "Ah, you’ve already changed. Eager, aren’t you?"

Lu Yuan’s face remained expressionless as he asked, "What did you say?"

Steward Cen cleared his throat and awkwardly said, "The hour is near. Should we head out to fetch the bride? I’m worried they might grow impatient waiting on that side."

Lu Yuan clasped his hands behind his back and sneered coldly. "She’s that eager to marry me?"

Steward Cen chuckled awkwardly. "Of course! She’s probably so excited she didn’t sleep a wink last night."

Lu Yuan responded icily, "I slept just fine."

Steward Cen’s lips twitched. "Naturally. The Grand Commander has a heart like still waters, so naturally, a peaceful night’s rest was assured. It must be the bride who stayed awake all night."

Lu Yuan snorted softly. "Hmph."

Steward Cen gazed at the faint light of dawn breaking over the horizon and said with a forced smile, "Grand Commander, the sun is fully up now. Let’s hurry and fetch the bride, or we’ll miss the auspicious hour."

Lu Yuan asked indifferently, "Where is Shangguan Ling?"

Shangguan Ling was mercilessly roused by Steward Cen.

Steward Cen: "Time to fetch the bride."

Shangguan Ling’s entire body jolted. "Isn’t it supposed to be at noon? The sun hasn’t even risen!"

Granted, if it were a long journey, he might understand. But the Governor Mansion and Fengshui Lane were both on Vermilion Bird Street!

Shangguan Ling’s plans for more sleep were ultimately thwarted, not because of Steward Cen’s urging, but because Zhang Feihu and the brothers from the military camp arrived.

Zhang Feihu strutted into Lu Yuan’s courtyard, carrying a copper gong: "Hahaha! Grand Commander! The brothers are all here, and our gear is ready! Where do we go to pick up Sister-in-law?"

Lu Yuan glanced at the mighty bridal escort team assembled behind him and raised an eyebrow slightly. "Just follow me."

Zhang Feihu banged on the copper gong with gusto. "Alright! Brothers, let’s go fetch Sister-in-law!"

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