"The hour is nearly upon us, please help me dress," Hai Ruoyan uttered softly, glancing briefly at Feng Yueya, but the words were addressed to the wedding planner.
She elegantly took a seat before the vanity, reaching out to arrange her hair bun.
Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, her expression involuntarily contorted for a moment.
She loathed the sight of Feng Yueya's face, and moreover, she would have to live her life with this face from now on.
Yet, thinking of the future days with the Prince by her side, she smiled with happiness.
The wedding planner shook her head inwardly, tut-tutting. This woman, if she indeed became the Princess Consort, who knew how conceited she would be.
Noticing the wedding planner hadn't lifted a finger, Hai Ruoyan spoke with displeasure, "Why haven't you come over yet?"
"I am certainly not your maid," the wedding planner said lazily, waving her handkerchief, "If you want to be the Princess Consort, get dressed yourself."
