The two, lost in their affection for each other, had forgotten that the wedding matron had followed them inside, which led to a big moment of embarrassment.
However, after that kiss, Zhu Jiao stopped hiccupping.
Her face turned as red as a boiled shrimp, and Su Qing was worried she might faint from holding her breath.
After drinking the bridal cup and exchanging a flurry of auspicious words, the beamy wedding matron retired.
If she had stayed any longer, she would have been in the way of the newlyweds.
The banquet in the back yard had started, and she went to have a celebratory drink too.
At the table, people asked about the bride's look, and the wedding matron couldn't stop praising her.
Cracking melon seeds and all smiles, she said: "This bride and Master Su will surely love each other until they grow old. I've seen many newlyweds, but few are as sweet and loving as they are!"
