The Prime Minister’s Daughter and the Marquis’s Fool – Chapter 56

Jiejie, I want to marry you as my wife

Upon hearing that Zhao Jiayu and the others had been ambushed, Lin Xizhao’s first reaction was to think that the reason for the ambush was their departure from the Prime Minister’s Residence. Fortunately, none of the few people suffered any major obstructions. When they returned, it was also fortunate that Feng Qi had sent guards to follow in the shadows.

That night, Lin Xizhao took Qu Sheng to the Zhao residence. Originally, Qu Sheng did not agree to go to the Zhao Residence, but seeing that Lin Xizhao would not be at ease until she saw the people herself, she could only go with her.

There were not many assassins. Both Zhao Jiayu and Xiao Bingying knew martial arts, and Zhao Jiayu was carrying the long sword Qu Sheng had given her. It was also thanks to that long sword that Xiao Bingying was able to exert considerable force.

Zhao Jiayu knew how many jin and liang¹ she amounted to. Hearing the commotion outside and after the carriage was forced to stop, she immediately gave the sword to Xiao Bingying. Xiao Bingying did not fail the trust placed in her; she protected them all, though she herself sustained some minor injuries.

Later, the people arranged by the Qu Marquis Manor also arrived. Fortunately, there were no serious issues.

Upon returning, Zhao Jiayu recounted the matter to her father. At first, she thought it was people sent by the Xiao Residence, but seeing that these people struck with viciousness, she reconsidered. The Xiao family was stingy; they would not spend this kind of silver, nor did they have the guts.

Afterward, Qu Jinian, along with the Qu family uncle and Qu Yu’s three brothers, paid a personal visit. Since the family guards had reported back, they also knew who likely sent the assassins. Qu Jinian spoke with General Zhao, and they went to the palace overnight to report this matter to the Emperor. They also mentioned the assassination attempt on Qu Sheng and Lin Xizhao.

However, they did not mention that they had used private execution to handle all the assassins, only stating that no living mouths were left during the fight.

The Emperor had originally gone to sleep and was woken by the internal supervisor official passing the message, so he had flared up in anger. But upon hearing Qu Jinian say there was an assassination attempt, his eyes widened, and his brows furrowed tightly.

At the feet of the Son of Heaven, before the sky was fully dark, hands were moved—Imperial power had been provoked. The Emperor issued a decree ordering a thorough investigation.

Tomorrow was the wedding of Zhao Jiayu and Qu Yu. Qu Jinian and General Zhao also wanted to guarantee that no mishaps would occur. The Emperor issued a decree: tomorrow in the capital, the Capital Prefecture Government Office and the Patrol Battalion would strengthen their guard. When the time came, those people who wanted to make a move would have to weigh their options carefully.

Escorted by Feng Qi, Lin Xizhao and Qu Sheng went to the Zhao Residence. Upon learning that Xiao Bingying was injured, they went to Xiao Bingying’s courtyard.

Zhao Jiayu led the two of them over. When Zhao Jiayu left earlier, Xiao Bingying had said she was going to rest, but after being gone for so long and returning, the candle lamp in her room was still burning.

“Ah Jie,” Zhao Jiayu shouted from outside.

But after shouting for half a day, no one came to open the door, and there were no servants on duty outside the room.

“Is she at Miss Chengxi’s place?” Lin Xizhao voiced what Qu Sheng had already guessed.

The room over at Chengxi’s side was also lit. It was not far from here; if one listened closely, one could hear the sound of string music. Presumably, Chengxi was playing a tune for Xiao Bingying.

Hearing this, Zhao Jiayu looked sideways toward the side room not far away; the lamp in Chengxi’s room was indeed burning. Zhao Jiayu glanced at Xiao Bingying’s door again, feeling that there should be no one inside, before leading Lin Xizhao and the others to Chengxi’s side.

The closer they got, the clearer the sound of the music became. Zhao Jiayu looked back at Lin Xizhao and Qu Sheng, seeming to find it somewhat incredible that Xiao Bingying, after being injured, was still at Chengxi’s listening to music.

“Ah Jie.” Zhao Jiayu knocked on Chengxi’s door.

As soon as Zhao Jiayu’s voice sounded, the sound inside stopped. Xiao Bingying also quickly went to open the door.

“Jiayu.” Xiao Bingying’s expression after opening the door was somewhat unnatural.

“Didn’t you say you were going to rest?” Zhao Jiayu said, tilting her head and looking into the room, seeing Chengxi walking out. “Why did you run over here again?”

“I… Xizhao, why have you come?” Xiao Bingying stammered, having no reasonable explanation in her head, and hurriedly looked at Lin Xizhao and the others.

“Came over to see you,” Lin Xizhao said, her voice and expression gentle.

“Come in quickly, don’t stand outside,” Chengxi said to Zhao Jiayu and the others outside the door after approaching Xiao Bingying.

Hearing the voice, Xiao Bingying looked back at Chengxi, her lips lightly closing, and hurriedly stepped aside to let Zhao Jiayu and the others enter.

Lin Xizhao led Qu Sheng inside. After they took their seats, Chengxi poured tea for them.

“Did you come to see Bingying?” Chengxi asked as she handed the tea water to Lin Xizhao.

Lin Xizhao nodded and accepted it. Before she could speak, Zhao Jiayu spoke sourly from the side: “Yes, Xizhao and Xiao Sheng’er ran over here in the dead of night, only to pounce on empty air².” Zhao Jiayu cast her gaze toward Xiao Bingying, her eyes smiling thievingly³. “I see my Ah Jie is quite spirited; presumably, the injury is healed?”

Xiao Bingying lowered her head under Zhao Jiayu’s gaze, not daring to look at Lin Xizhao and the others.

Hearing this, Chengxi smiled. “Bingying was injured on her arm; it is merely a flesh wound, and the doctor has seen it. I thought she might be in pain and unable to sleep, so I called her over to talk for a while.”

“More than just talking, right?” Zhao Jiayu smiled, glancing sideways at the pipa⁴ to the side.

Everyone heard this and followed Zhao Jiayu’s gaze. Xiao Bingying lowered her eyes and said nothing, a suspicious flush appearing on her face.

Since Zhao Jiayu had deliberately pointed it out, she naturally would not let it go easily. “Chengxi, I heard you are extremely skilled in music and dance. We have witnessed the dance; this music, we also wish to hear. I wonder if it is convenient?”

Zhao Jiayu did not say Chengxi must play a tune. If she was willing and it was convenient, she would naturally be happy. But if she did not want to, they could not force her. Although she was lodging under their family’s roof, she would not do things that made things difficult for others.

“Good,” Chengxi agreed very crisply, without any emotion of wanting to refuse.

Before Lin Xizhao could even inquire about Xiao Bingying’s injury, Chengxi, after pouring tea for the people in the room, turned to get the pipa she had just played.

Zhao Jiayu knew Lin Xizhao was worried about Xiao Bingying. She glanced at Xiao Bingying, who was sitting to the side, and said to Lin Xizhao, “Rest assured, I said my Ah Jie is fine. If something were wrong, how could she still come over to listen to tunes?”

Listening to Zhao Jiayu’s reasoning, Lin Xizhao felt much more at ease. Her gaze turned to Xiao Bingying. Xiao Bingying also nodded at this moment to signal she indeed had no major issues. The wound was just a flesh injury; it would heal in a few days. Martial artists were not that delicate.

The group listened to Chengxi play the pipa in the room. The tone was melodious, causing Zhao Jiayu to make fake wu wu crying sounds, whispering, “Why didn’t you let me hear this sooner?”

Everyone smiled at her. Lin Xizhao knew what Zhao Jiayu meant. Tomorrow she would marry; in the future, wanting to listen at any time would not be so easy.

The sound of the pipa Chengxi played was a solo piece without other accompaniment, but Chengxi opened her voice. A little tune from the Southern Kingdom, combined with Chengxi’s cold demeanor yet mixed with a soft voice, simply made Zhao Jiayu want to take Chengxi as her own and bring her along to the Qu Marquis Manor.

Chengxi finished singing one song, her brows and eyes carrying a smile. Meeting everyone’s gaze, she stood up and performed a curtsy.

She had not sung when she was alone with Xiao Bingying. It was because Lin Xizhao had come, and additionally, Zhao Jiayu was to be married tomorrow, so she sang a song to express her gratitude.

Xiao Bingying’s gaze was fixed on Chengxi at this moment. From the first line of the song Chengxi sang just now, she seemed to have lost her soul, unwilling to move her eyes away.

Chengxi finished her salutation and said no words of thanks. She knew that even if she did not speak, Lin Xizhao understood.

Zhao Jiayu did not cheer recklessly like before, nor did she perform acts of tipping. She gazed at Chengxi, feeling in her heart that the Emperor bestowing her upon the Xiao Residence was truly a reckless waste of heavenly gifts⁵.

“Come over and rest a while,” Lin Xizhao beckoned Chengxi over. Her illness was not yet fully healed; opening her voice to sing for them like this likely consumed a lot of mental spirit.

Chengxi nodded, placed the pipa aside, and when she raised her head, she looked toward the gaze she had sensed all along.

When Chengxi looked over, Xiao Bingying subconsciously lowered her head to dodge.

Chengxi was slightly stunned for an instant. A moment later, the corners of her lips curved slightly, and she walked toward the group.

Once Chengxi sat down, Zhao Jiayu unleashed a torrent of praise and made an agreement that after Chengxi’s body recovered, she would sing a few more songs for her.

Chengxi agreed to them all one by one; let alone singing, even dancing was acceptable.

Because Zhao Jiayu was to marry tomorrow, the group did not chat idly much longer. Lin Xizhao originally wanted to return to her manor, but Zhao Jiayu insisted she stay. Tomorrow she wouldn’t have to rush early; she could come directly to find her after waking up.

Zhao Jiayu’s grand wedding—although she was willing, her heart still had no bottom⁶, and the psychology of fear was still there. With Lin Xizhao there, her heart felt a bit more solid. All these years, although she spent more time with Xiao Bingying, she leaned more toward relying on Lin Xizhao. Lin Xizhao was intelligent; things Xiao Bingying could not see through or did not remind her of, Lin Xizhao would tell her.

Therefore, when she married, she had Xiao Bingying there, but she also wanted Lin Xizhao there.

Since Lin Xizhao stayed, Qu Sheng naturally stayed as well. Zhao Jiayu didn’t let them go elsewhere; they slept directly in the side room of her own courtyard.

For so many years, this was the first time Lin Xizhao had rested in their manor, and it was the day before she married.

Zhao Jiayu watched the maids finish tidying the room, then turned to look at Lin Xizhao and Qu Sheng, saying, “This bed is big; I guarantee you two can sleep with space to spare.”

Lin Xizhao heard the meaning outside of Zhao Jiayu’s words. That day when Zhao Jiayu stayed at the Prime Minister’s Residence, Qu Sheng had run over in the middle of the night to squeeze together with her. Presumably, she had held a grudge.

“Alright, you go rest quickly too. You’ll probably be busy first thing tomorrow morning,” Lin Xizhao instructed.

Zhao Jiayu nodded upon hearing this. “En, tomorrow wait until I get on the sedan chair before you leave.” Zhao Jiayu’s tone was pitiful and delicate.

Lin Xizhao curved her brows and eyes. “Good.”

She had already spoken to her own father. If she returned late, they should take the gifts to the Qu Marquis Manor first. She had already had the servants prepare the gifts and instructed Lin Xirui to watch the servants carefully and count them again.

After Zhao Jiayu finished speaking, her face smiled like an obedient child. Although she was a few months older than Lin Xizhao, with Lin Xizhao, she always seemed like a little sister.

Zhao Jiayu lingered in the room for a while until Qu Sheng began to urge her out.

“Sleep.”

Qu Sheng used only two words to successfully make the helpless Zhao Jiayu stand up.

“Fine, I won’t disturb your rest,” Zhao Jiayu said with charming annoyance. Xiao Bingying was injured, and Chengxi was relieving her boredom, so she dared not disturb them. Lin Xizhao had Qu Sheng here; it was her turn to be ‘helpless and alone.’

“Jiayu.” Lin Xizhao saw Zhao Jiayu walking out and called to her.

Zhao Jiayu’s body, which had turned sideways, turned back. “What is it?”

Lin Xizhao thought it over and decided to tell her about the time they were ambushed. She was somewhat worried about the welcoming procession tomorrow.

Lin Xizhao glanced at Qu Sheng. Qu Sheng’s expression was natural, but she seemed to have guessed what she wanted to do.

Lin Xizhao looked again at Zhao Jiayu, who was still waiting for her to speak. “These days, I have been in the manor not because the manor is busy, but because I dared not leave the manor. Just over ten days ago, on the road back from the Xiao Residence…”

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After Zhao Jiayu left, Lin Xizhao led Qu Sheng to the inner room, helping her take off her outer robes.

Qu Sheng was used to being served by Lin Xizhao. After Lin Xizhao untied the binding belt at her waist, she consciously spread her arms, waiting for Lin Xizhao to undress her.

Lin Xizhao saw that after Zhao Jiayu left, there was a smile on her face. While helping her undress, she asked, “Is it because Jiayu is going to be our saosao⁷ that you are happy?”

Qu Sheng was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. She was naturally happy that Zhao Jiayu was marrying Qu Yu, but not so happy that a smile hung on her face constantly.

She smiled because when she carried Lin Xizhao into the room today, she did not reject her at all. Regarding the kiss outside, she also showed not a trace of revulsion.

Lin Xizhao took off her outer robe and draped it over the wooden rack to the side. When she turned around, she saw Qu Sheng standing behind her; she almost crashed into her face-on.

“What is it?” Lin Xizhao was startled for an instant, but very quickly, a gentle smile rose on her face.

Qu Sheng stood there looking at Lin Xizhao’s curved brows. Her mood seemed very good as well. Slowly, with unconcealable joy, she said, “I help Jiejie.”

She wanted to help Lin Xizhao undress.

“Are you sure?” Lin Xizhao heard this and was not surprised, but asked once.

Although Qu Sheng was not a lazy person who only ate, she would avoid doing this kind of thing if she could. For so many years, she had never helped Lin Xizhao. Suddenly saying it out loud, Lin Xizhao did not quite believe it.

“En.” Qu Sheng nodded.

Lin Xizhao just took it as her finding it fresh and fun, so she agreed to her. She spread her arms a little, lowering her eyes to watch Qu Sheng, who bowed her head to look at the binding belt at her waist. How the belt was fastened, Qu Sheng unfastened it in the same manner.

As her waist loosened, the smile on Lin Xizhao’s face became more obvious. She laughed, “Better let me do it myself.” Saying this, Lin Xizhao lowered her hands.

Qu Sheng had never served anyone. Aside from complicated clothing, Lin Xizhao almost always handled simple attire herself. At this moment, seeing Qu Sheng raise her head to meet her gaze, the sensation of looseness at her waist made her, for some unknown reason, feel somewhat resistant.

Hearing this, the soft light flickering in Qu Sheng’s eyes suddenly dimmed a little, but in just an instant, it lit up again.

Lin Xizhao took off her outer robe herself and draped it on the wooden rack. Qu Sheng then bent her waist directly and horizontally embraced her from behind.

“Sheng’er.”

These days, Lin Xizhao had been held like this by Qu Sheng repeatedly. Although she didn’t feel it was improper, she always felt that Qu Sheng was much more intimate with her compared to a year ago.

It was just that the body was intimate, yet the heart felt further away. Qu Sheng had her own worries, little secrets she could not figure out.

Lin Xizhao was placed lightly onto the couch by Qu Sheng, and Qu Sheng climbed up herself.

Very quickly, Lin Xizhao was embraced in Qu Sheng’s arms. At this moment, a kind of illusion suddenly was born in Lin Xizhao’s heart: Qu Sheng’s embrace was very broad.

The chill inside the bedding was dispelled in moments by the fiery heat on Qu Sheng’s body. Lin Xizhao lay in Qu Sheng’s arms, curving her brows and eyes. When she raised her head to look at Qu Sheng, seeing the smile at the bottom of her eyes, she hooked the corners of her lips and said, “Why is Sheng’er so happy these past few days?”

It seemed that starting from two days ago, Qu Sheng had loved to smile like this.

Qu Sheng lowered her eyes at the sound, looking at Lin Xizhao slightly craning her neck to look at her. Lowering her head, she imprinted her lips on Lin Xizhao’s forehead. A moment later, that gaze carrying a few points of scorching heat began to move downward.

She really wanted to go and kiss Lin Xizhao’s soft lips; that place was soft to an absurd degree. Like Lin Xizhao’s heart—making her want to walk in, yet having scruples.

“Fourth Brother marries tomorrow; we could actually go and tease the bridal chamber⁸. However, I am a bit worried Jiayu won’t be able to resist and will directly lift the veil herself,” Lin Xizhao hypothesized, speaking with a smile.

Outsiders could not enter the bridal chamber, but the girls in their courtyard could. When they drank the cross-cupped wine, they could go in and watch the excitement.

Qu Sheng heard this and laughed along with Lin Xizhao at Zhao Jiayu. Zhao Jiayu’s nature was too straight; Lin Xizhao’s worry was not without reason. But if Lin Xizhao liked it, she could go along with her to join the excitement.

If the veil was lifted by Zhao Jiayu herself, then let her Fourth Brother cover it again and lift it once more.

Lin Xizhao looked at Qu Sheng’s smiling face, delicate and tender, and couldn’t help but raise her hand again. She liked touching Qu Sheng’s face; it was smooth and tender, making her unable to put it down.

Lin Xizhao’s fingers caressed Qu Sheng’s cheek. Qu Sheng met Lin Xizhao’s gentle force and pressed closer, tighter.

Looking at Qu Sheng’s obedient appearance, Lin Xizhao couldn’t help but curve her brows again, her voice low and gentle. “Our Sheng’er has also grown up; I just don’t know what kind of langjun⁹ Sheng’er likes.”

Qu Sheng listened to Lin Xizhao’s words, her gaze converging slightly. When she raised her eyes again, her eyes were covered with a layer of restless eagerness.

“I like Jiejie.” Qu Sheng’s tone was soft and sticky.

Lin Xizhao heard this and laughed. “Jiejie also likes Sheng’er, but our Sheng’er cannot only like Jiejie. In the future, you still must seek a satisfactory langjun.”

As Lin Xizhao said these words, deep in her heart, for some reason, she felt somewhat empty.

Qu Sheng listened to Lin Xizhao speaking of langjun, and in her heart, she also pondered the young masters Jin Yunfei had mentioned to Lin Xizhao. Not one could match Lin Xizhao, and the few who were pleasing to the eye, when Jin Yunfei asked her opinion at the time, were rejected by her in one mouthful.

There were thousands upon ten thousands of langjun in this world, but she had never seen one who could stand shoulder to shoulder with Lin Xizhao.

A year of separation made her miss her to the point of madness in the deep night. After returning, Qu Sheng very quickly understood her own intent, or rather, recognized her feelings toward Lin Xizhao.

She did not know how men felt toward women in this world; she only knew her feeling toward Lin Xizhao was wanting to take her as her own. Even her every frown and smile, she wanted to collect them, not giving them to outsiders to see.

Even more, she wanted to hide Lin Xizhao the person, preferably hiding her in a place where others could not see, but she could see at any time.

Inside her body.

Qu Sheng moved her body, pressing Lin Xizhao, who was in her embrace, beneath her. Lin Xizhao felt the movement of Qu Sheng’s body, and her fingers naturally slid down. She looked at Qu Sheng, who was diagonally above her body, with lack of understanding.

Looking at the doubt above Lin Xizhao’s eyes, Qu Sheng lowered her head and covered her brows and eyes with her lips, devout and intense.

This kiss was very long, but no matter how long, it did not let Lin Xizhao guess Qu Sheng’s intent.

Qu Sheng lifted her warm lips, looking down at Lin Xizhao beneath her, who, though doubtful, still had gentle brows and eyes. Using a soft and sticky voice, she spoke slowly:

“Jiejie, I want to marry¹⁰ you as my wife.”

She seemed to have thought of this sentence for a long time. She did not like langjun, nor did she like Lin Xizhao having a langjun. Although they were both girls, she wanted to become the ‘langjun’ belonging to Lin Xizhao alone, as Lin Xizhao had spoken of.

Or, let Lin Xizhao become the ‘langjun’ who accompanied her for a lifetime.

Lin Xizhao was stunned for a long time after hearing Qu Sheng finish this sentence. She understood the surface meaning of Qu Sheng’s words, but between them, it was impossible.

After a few moments of thought, Lin Xizhao’s gentle eyes were dyed with a smile. The corners of her lips curled slightly as she laughed, “Does our Sheng’er want to marry out¹¹ like Jiayu?”

Lin Xizhao felt that Qu Sheng did not understand the meaning of marrying, and for the first time felt that Qu Sheng’s understanding of things had a slight deviation. But it was no matter; she would teach her properly.

Qu Sheng’s expectant eyes, after Lin Xizhao spoke this sentence, slowly hid that thought of continuing to express the love in her heart clearly.

Perhaps the Lin Xizhao of this moment did not know what kind of feeling she was expressing to her, or perhaps, she just felt she was still small.

Between them was a difference of four years. To Lin Xizhao, she was a bit small, but she could wait. Wait for the moment Lin Xizhao felt she had grown up, wait for the day Lin Xizhao understood her intent.

Qu Sheng spoke no more. She slowly lay back down, but still held Lin Xizhao in her arms. Lin Xizhao pondered how to explain to Qu Sheng the meaning of marrying a wife versus marrying a husband, and the matter of male and female matchmaking.

When she had thought it through and raised her head to look at Qu Sheng again, Qu Sheng had already closed her eyes and fallen asleep.

Looking at the sleeping Qu Sheng, Lin Xizhao confirmed her own thoughts: Qu Sheng simply had a deviation in understanding regarding matchmaking and marriage. When she found a suitable opportunity, she would explain it to her. It was just that at this moment, she didn’t know why, but the hollow feeling in her heart grew a few degrees stronger.

Early the next morning, inside and outside the Zhao Residence was fully squeezed with people watching the excitement. After Lin Xizhao rose, she went directly to Zhao Jiayu’s room. Outside, musical instruments were blowing and beating. As the bride-to-be, Zhao Jiayu was in the room letting the servants comb her hair style and adorn her with various hairpins and rings, and ornaments.

Lin Xizhao and Xiao Bingying stood to the side watching, their eyes reflecting festive smiles. Zhao Jiayu sat there without a proper sitting posture, yawning from time to time.

At this time, a maid from the Prime Minister’s Residence came over and spoke a sentence in Lin Xizhao’s ear. Lin Xizhao hurriedly went out.

Qu Sheng was awake.

Although there were gongs and drums outside, it did not delay Qu Sheng sleeping until now.

Lin Xizhao entered the room; Qu Sheng had already come down from the couch. Lin Xizhao went to the wooden rack at the side to take the dress newly brought from the Prime Minister’s Residence and put it on Qu Sheng.

“In a moment, the morning meal will come over. Fourth Brother will come to carry Jiayu onto the flower sedan¹², and we will take the carriage directly to the Marquis Manor,” Lin Xizhao explained the schedule for a while later in detail.

Qu Sheng nodded, giving a light en. When she raised her eyes to look at Lin Xizhao, her eyes were dyed with a layer of smiling intent.

Lin Xizhao accompanied Qu Sheng to eat some simple morning food in the room, and the two went to Zhao Jiayu’s room. Qu Sheng gazed at Zhao Jiayu’s attire today, but in her mind floated the appearance of how moving Lin Xizhao would be wearing such a phoenix crown and rosy cape¹³.

It would certainly be toppling cities and toppling kingdoms¹⁴.

“I know I look good today; Xiao Sheng’er need not look continuously like this,” Zhao Jiayu was somewhat embarrassed.

When Qu Sheng looked at her, she looked until she was dazed.

It was just that Zhao Jiayu did not know that the matter Qu Sheng was thinking of had absolutely no relation to her.

Qu Sheng heard this, pressed down the smile at the corner of her lips, and turned her head to look at Lin Xizhao. Lin Xizhao curved her brows, holding her fingers and pinching lightly.

Very quickly, the auspicious hour arrived. Qu Yu and the several brothers of the Qu family came to the door and received Zhao Jiayu away.

Lin Xizhao then took Qu Sheng out from the back door, boarded the prepared carriage, and went straight to the Qu Marquis Manor.

Zhao Jiayu was carried onto the flower sedan by Qu Yu. Now sitting inside the flower sedan, with no one seeing her, she lifted the cover shielding her eyes a little.

At this moment, they had already set off for a long time. The people on the streets outside were bustling and chaotic. Qu Yu and the several Qu family brothers rode high-headed horses draped in red silk, slowly advancing with the ceremonial music procession in front.

But unknown why, just when Zhao Jiayu lifted the sedan curtain wanting to look outside, the flower sedan stopped. The eight sedan bearers lifting Zhao Jiayu’s flower sedan did not set it down.

Zhao Jiayu was curious, so she poked her head out to take a look. This look was fine, but upon looking, the whole person was dumbfounded.

The joyous event of an eight-carrier great sedan wedding had encountered a coffin-carrying funeral procession.

The road was only so big; they were deadlocked. The copper coins and paper money thrown by the funeral procession in front drifted all over the main street; some even drifted onto the flower sedan.

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The author has something to say:

Qu Sheng: “We won’t wear that outfit of Jiayu’s; we’ll wear the Empress’s phoenix robe.”

Lin Xizhao: “……Mind if I wear it a second time?”

Qu Sheng: “!”

Apologies, blocked on the road by heavy rain today, updated late.

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