Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 886: Going to Dajin

Chapter 886: Chapter 886: Going to Dajin

"Try it on, see if it looks good. When we get married, I’ll order an even prettier one for you, making you the most beautiful bride on this prairie, no, in the whole world," Tuoba Lie handed the wedding dress to Nan Feng again.

"I never said I wanted to marry you," Nan Feng pushed the wedding dress away, very displeased with Tuoba Lie’s actions.

"You won’t try it on?" Tuoba Lie switched to his domineering rogue mode, "Even if you won’t, you have to, you must try."

He spread out the wedding dress, insisting on fitting it onto Nan Feng, who had no choice but to dodge.

However, in the midst of the scuffle, those sporadic memories flashed through her mind again:

In a gloomy room, surrounded by burning red candles, a pair of large hands were gently fitting her into a wedding dress, but she couldn’t see the person’s face, only the bright moon beyond the lattice.

What event was that?

Was it the scene when the original owner was getting married?

Nan Feng stood dazed, until she felt Tuoba Lie was about to get the wedding dress on her, and she snapped out of those memories, forcefully tearing off the dress on her. But because she used too much strength, a "ripping" sound echoed, and the wedding dress was torn.

A long tear formed, and both of them were stunned.

Tuoba Lie quickly recovered, "It’s fine, I’ll have someone come and sew it up, you know. You women are so stubborn, it’s just trying on a wedding dress, acting as if it’s taking your life. I’ve heard that a torn wedding dress is a bad omen."

But Nan Feng saw the needle and thread in the room; she stopped Tuoba Lie, "No need to call anyone, I’ll sew it myself."

"You can?" Tuoba Lie was skeptical that Nan Feng from the modern era knew how to sew, and he thought that even if she did, it wouldn’t be expert.

While Tuoba Lie was doubtful, Nan Feng had already picked up the needle and thread, expertly selected a bright red thread, threaded it through the needle, and started sewing proficiently.

In fact, she was also very puzzled as to why she was so skilled at this. With such technique, she could probably embroider a flower, and though she didn’t dare say it would look great, it would at least resemble one.

She thought, perhaps this was a skill left by the original owner, which she had unconsciously learned.

But as she sewed, the wedding dress before her suddenly turned into a handkerchief, and she seemed to be embroidering a flower on it. What flower? A lily?

Did this era have lilies?

She suddenly felt dizzy again. Embroidering was supposed to be a tradition of women from Dajin, she thought. She really needed to travel to Dajin to possibly uncover more of the original owner’s memories.

Therefore, agreeing to escort the Princess on her wedding journey was a wise choice.

...

A few days later, the Princess was to be married.

The escort procession included two thousand Elite Soldiers led by Tuoba Lie, numerous maids, and a thirty-person honor guard, who were to perform for the Emperor of Dajin on behalf of Dashun.

There were also the dowry goods, loaded onto over a dozen horse-drawn carriages.

After a series of ceremonies were completed, the wedding escort set off.

On that day, the snow on the prairie had melted, and the sun shone on the procession, making it look both magnificent and sacred.

Nan Feng and her maids sat in a carriage. She was only responsible for touching up the Princess’s makeup each day, while Tuoba Lie, as a family member and escort, was supposed to lead the way, but he kept falling back to Nan Feng, walking beside her from time to time.

"Nan Feng, if you’re tired, just send someone to tell me, and you can rest anywhere you like," he said.

Nan Feng didn’t want to listen to him and pulled the curtain shut.