Translator: Paperplane
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
Why was that tyrant so vile?
So annoying!
Liu Rushuang cried on the inside and walked to the back of the palace.
She reached both her arms out and let the palace maids Dress her.
(*￣︿￣) Pissed off!
The first wedding dress was red, skin tight with a gold, round collar and gold floral embroidery. Her dress was bright and glistening.
Liu Rushuang thought it wasn’t too bad. It was just a little too thick!
“It doesn’t look good, change!” Said Han Moze with an emotionless look on his face when he saw the back .
Liu Rushuang furrowed her brows.
She continued to change.
The second wedding dress was a big, wife, red robe with a yellow corset that dragged two feet behind her.
She thought that it was very inconvenient to walk in this dress!
“It doesn’t look good, change,” said Han Moze with an emotion this look on his face
…
After rejecting eight dresses, she got completely mad.
“Do you have any taste whatsoever? If you don’t, then quit randomly criticizing them!”
She thought that they were all presentable!
The palace maids trembled in fear. Her Majesty was really daring.
How could she does speak to the emperor like that?
I hope that when the emperor got mad later, they wouldn’t be drug down with her.
They prayed and prayed…
But to their surprise Han Moze never erupted into thunderous rage. I’ll he did was stare at her with a sinister smile and said, “Continue to change! Otherwise…”
She furrowed her brows and gritted her teeth. Then, she stormed back to the back of the palace in fury and continued to take off her clothes and get changed.
She had an extremely upset look on her face!
Her enemy was not a God fearing man!
…But trash who’s afraid of monsters!
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
Han Moze leisurely knocked the table. *knock knock knock…*
Liu Rushuang really wanted to go slap Han Moze several times on the face, but she had to resist.
Change… change… change…
Han Moze only nodded on the second to last outfit. He critiqued it by saying it wasn’t too bad.
Liu Rushuang tightly clenched both her hands. There’s no one pickier than this tyrant.
She finally understood why this tyrant was able to do well in everything.
It was because he was incredibly picky!
Weren’t people like him tired of living?
Han Moze waved his hand to command Liu Rushuang to try on the last outfit.
Liu Rushuang discreetly grunted and immediately changed into the final outfit.
Han Moze’s eyes lit up. “Tomorrow, you’ll wear this one!” He said with a smile on his face.
“You’re doing this on purpose aren’t you? You put the best looking one last!” Cried Liu Rushuang angrily through gritted teeth.
She also thought the collar and fitting of this wedding dress looked great. It was very slim-fitting, noble, and exquisite.
Han Moze smiled wickedly and refused to comment.
He turned on his heels and walked towards the door.
“So be it!” He cried. “Tomorrow morning, I will come pick you up on-time.”
After Han Moze left, a palace maid walked up to Liu Rushuang and said with a smile, “Your majesty, the Emperor personally designed this wedding dress for you.”
Liu Rushuang’s eyes instantly shot wide open. That tyrant even knows how to design wedding dresses?
She looked at the wedding dress she was wearing with the slim-fit and collar.
It’d be weird to be emotionally touched!
That tyrant must have been afraid of being embarrassed if she looked ugly in it.
╭(╯^╰)╮
The palace maids tidied up the outfits and retreated.
Liu Rushuang laid sprawled upon the lounge chair and fell asleep.
She was tired as hell and it was all that tyrnat’s fault!
…
When she woke up, it was the day of the big wedding.
The Capital looked incredibly beautiful.
Red silk hung, red rugs were layed out and traditional paper cuttings that read “Happiness” were stuck everywhere inside and outside of the imperial palace.
The Capital was so festive!
…so lively and bustling!
The grand wedding was about to start!
O(∩_∩)O~~
People from far and near who wanted to see the Emperor and Empress rushed over.
The Capital was packed with people.
“Miss, it’s time to freshen up and get dressed now,” said Qing’Er from outside the palace.
“Qing’Er, come in,” Liu Rushuang said helplessly, as she put down her brush.
Qing’Er led several palace maids in with several red trays of luxurious accessories and clothes.
Liu Rushuang glanced at them, then let the palace maids do as they please.
Liu Rushuang wore a red corset and a red robe with yellow lining. The belt around her slender waist was yellow with red lining. The long train trailed two to three feet behind her and the collar stood tall behind her head. Exquisite floral patterns were embroidered all over her clothes, which made her look extraordinarily majestic with one glance.
Liu Rushuang withdrew her arms. The wide red sleeves curved graciously and she looked too beautiful for words.
Throughout the whole process, she cried on the inside.
/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~
She didn’t want to marry that tyrant!
It was heartbreaking!