Before dawn, Ning Feifei was dressed in red, covered with a veil, waiting quietly in front of her dressing table. Behind her, a servant girl was busy tidying up her clothes. In another hour, there will be a man who has never met before in a red Mandarin coat and a big red flower hanging on his chest to marry him. Listening to the festive voice outside, Ning Feifei’s heart is more or less a little uneasy, perhaps with a little excitement. Women in this era have no freedom of marriage. The orders of parents and the words of matchmakers are the future of women.