The bride stepped out of the sedan chair and threw the veil directly back into it.
The matchmaker frowned in displeasure, quite unsatisfied. What a rude girl.
She disapprovingly scolded the bride, "Why are you so unruly? How did your family teach you? It's very inauspicious for a bride to lift her veil before reaching the groom's house."
"Matchmaker, let's hurry up. I can't hold it anymore. Let's go quickly and return soon so that I can reach my husband's home early."
The matchmaker glanced at the bride, finally hearing something sensible from her. They couldn't delay, as the family was waiting over there.
"Matchmaker, rest assured, I got onto the sedan chair willingly."
The matchmaker gave a sidelong glance. With so many people around, the girl wouldn't dare run away, "Alright, alright, let's go quickly."
Then she instructed the sedan carriers and the musicians, "If you want to go, hurry up and go, so there's no trouble later."
