Ye Shuying patted Ye Shuzhen's arm and whispered, "Shuzhen, you've grown up, you're sensible now."
Ye Shuzhi also nodded, unable to sit conveniently on her sister's bed, she leaned on a chair, her hand still protecting the child in her belly.
"Tomorrow you'll be the bride, Little Sister, and as your Second Sister, I can't be by your side to watch you get married. No matter where I am, I will bless you to be happy."
Ye Shuzhi said this following a superstition, a common belief that a pregnant woman should not witness the bride leaving her home or entering the groom's home.
It was said there might be a clash of luck. These were old sayings, and when she had arrived, even her mother-in-law had spoken about it. Tomorrow, she would only dine with the family and guests, just like at the ancestral hall. Today she had already sent a gift, so there was no need for her to come, dining at the ancestral hall would suffice.
