As the incense burned out, the auspicious hour arrived. Luo Jinxiao rose and pushed open the door, striding out into the courtyard. Qu Weiyin was already standing there, waiting. Today, Qu Weiyin’s eyebrows were painted like willow leaves, long and delicate. Her phoenix eyes held an autumnal gleam, and her red lips were shyly pressed together. A golden crown held…