The Seventh Miss, Di

Just as Ye Liuli was about to remove the red silk veil, a cacophony of voices rose up along with the sound of wooden barrels rolling. The matchmaker was just about to utter some auspicious words in exchange for rewards, having barely uttered the word "Congratulations," when a deafening roar echoed through the air. The matchmaker fell silent, never to speak again.,Suddenly, I just felt a tingling sensation on my scalp. Before I could react, the red headdress was yanked off violently and thrown aside, taking the crown with it.,If I'm not mistaken, the spray-like marks are because the xi niang (traditional Chinese wedding matchmaker) was struck by a palm and sent flying.。