“With the first comb, from crown to ends—may you always respect one another as equals.”
“With the second comb, from crown to ends—may you soar through life side by side.”
“With the third comb, from crown to ends—may you share wealth and honor for the rest of your lives.”
Taking the comb from the wedding matron, Madam Chu gently combed her daughter’s hair, her eyes reddening. The matron recited one auspicious blessing after another. She had sent off more brides than she could count, so a scene like this no longer fazed her.
Today, the prefect’s eldest legitimate daughter...
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