Favoring a Hidden Mistress? Engagement Broken-Chapter 82 - 78

Indeed, how could Lu Ziyuan hang her old clothes in front of the bed and stare at them lifelessly?

Xie Wanqing took a deep breath, feeling agitated, her hands trembling.

It’s really unbelievable that such a hollow and dead gaze could appear on Lu Ziyuan.

Is it fake?

If it’s real.

This dream is indeed the aftermath of her death by spitting blood...

Was it after her death in the dream that Lu Ziyuan realized his feelings?

So, she wasn’t entirely insignificant in his heart.

...The child died, and she was moved?

Only after losing does one learn to cherish?

If so, taking advantage of his absence from the Capital City, could she marry Pei Yuqing, could he truly give up?

Thinking about that dream filled with darkness and hopelessness.

A strong malice rose in Xie Wanqing’s heart; she rested her chin on her knees and slowly clenched her fist.

How ridiculous, he only realized his feelings after her death.

If he regretted and despaired so much, why didn’t he die with her?

This is the real punishment.

No longer able to sleep, in a blur between reality and dreams, Xie Wanqing couldn’t distinguish the two.

If everything in the dream truly happened, could this be their past life?

In their past life, Lu Ziyuan was heartless and cold, mistreated her to death, then regretted and started to mourn his deceased wife with her old clothes? 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

At this thought, Xie Wanqing felt too disgusted to continue.

It was truly disgusting!

This disturbing dream was gradually forgotten in the lively noises after dawn.

But she still wanted to see Pei Yuqing a bit, the last meeting was two days ago, and they didn’t get to talk much because Er Xia interrupted them.

But the day before the wedding, they absolutely couldn’t meet.

Luckily, the day passed quickly.

Several close friends came to congratulate her, and with a little cousin accompanying her, the busy day with the girls quickly went by.

The next day, Xie Wanqing got up early.

The old nanny from the palace was doing her bridal makeup.

She was assigned by Lady Shufei, Xie Wanqing’s aunt, to arrange her niece’s adornment.

Not only was she skilled, but she also followed every etiquette and gave pointers from the side.

As dawn gradually brightened, Pei Yuqing, in his wedding robe, arrived downstairs with several familiar young men from noble families.

A series of bride-urging poems were sent up to the loft.

Xie Wanqing, having experienced this once in her dream, didn’t feel unfamiliar; after the eighth poem, she agreed.

Soon, a sound of hurried footsteps was heard, and the welcoming party entered.

Seeing the girl sitting on the bed, their eyes brightened.

Praise continued, but the beautiful fan in Xie Wanqing’s hand didn’t move a bit.

Soon, a young man stepped forward and recited:

From the Northern Mansion to bring dust from the Southern County, let not the fragrance linger too long.

Though the time in the heavens passes differently, here in the world, the watch urges it on.

The smoke trees hang far with doubled apricots, joyous children exchange cups of union.

Playing a flute is not the song of immortals, who draws Qin E down from the phoenix terrace.

Xie Wanqing kindly lowered her fan a bit, revealing a pair of clear and beautiful eyes.

Without any shyness of a new bride, she looked at the man in the wedding robe before her, her eyes curved and full of smiles.

Everyone’s gaze almost focused on the bride’s face, and seeing this scene, suddenly there was a quiet around them.

No one spoke for quite a while.

After a few moments of silence, someone stepped forward again and recited another pre-prepared fan-lowering poem.

Xie Wanqing followed her heart, lowering the fan a little or not at all.

After a few poems, her straight nose gradually showed, with only the lips and chin covered by the fan.

Everyone’s faces showed awe.

Xie Wanqing and Lu Ziyuan were engaged early, promised to each other at the age of ten, so over the years, she didn’t attend the young men and women’s flower appreciation banquets or lake outings in the Capital City.

Although she attended many banquets, they were all with close friends, so very few noble young men were familiar with her.

Moreover, she wasn’t fond of overly adorning herself, so today’s elaborate dressing up made many who had seen her before stare in surprise.

Including Pei Yuqing.

He was even somewhat dazed.

Until a young man, who hadn’t spoken all along, stepped out and bowed to the girl on the bed, saying:

Let not the painted fan out of the curtain, to hide the peaks delayed.

If it’s said that reunion is like a full moon, within this must the osmanthus bloom.

Today is the day of the full moon, and the season is in the golden autumn when the osmanthus blooms. Xie Wanqing’s eyes brightened, she seriously looked at the young man who made the poem, and lowered the fan completely.

Clear eyes and white teeth, truly a uniquely beautiful maiden.

After two heartbeats of silence around, cheers erupted.

Nanny Xi handed a red silk ribbon to Xie Wanqing, the other end held by Pei Yuqing.

The two were escorted to the front hall.

Xie Wen and Mrs. Zheng had been waiting for a long time.

After paying respects to the parents.

Xie Shu solemnly advised the son-in-law, "Wanwan is the pearl of the Xie family, today we entrust her to you, not seeking titles or wealth, just that you must protect her for life."

Pei Yuqing gave a solemn promise.

Underneath the veil, Xie Wanqing’s nose tingled, and tears fell on her embroidered shoes.

In the dream, when she married Lu Ziyuan, her father said the exact same words.

Lu Ziyuan also sincerely agreed.

In the end...

If she really died, how heartbroken her father, mother, and brothers would be when they got the news.

Under the tearful gaze of Mrs. Zheng, Xie YanYu carried his sister into the bridal sedan chair.

"If you suffer any grievance, come back, I’ll stand up for you."

Xie YanYu’s voice was low, and Xie Wanqing, lying on his back, heard it clearly, nodding slowly, "I know."

Finally in the bridal sedan chair, before the curtain dropped, she saw her family’s reluctant faces.

With Nanny Xi’s call to lift the sedan, Xie Wanqing embarked on the second journey of her life.

Marriage.

Pei Yuqing led the way on a tall horse, followed by an eight-carried sedan chair bearing his wife, with gongs and drums opening the path.

All the way with music and drums, circling half of the northern city, along the way, the Duke Mansion’s household servants and maids distributed lucky money.

Though the wedding was rushed, by this time, even the most isolated residents knew today was the day of the union between the Duke Pei Mansion and the Marquis Xuanping Mansion.

They had distributed a full six baskets of lucky money.

With the festive music, the wedding procession finally entered the Duke Pei Mansion.

Everything went smoothly, without any hindrance.

A hand reached into the sedan chair, offering a strip of red silk.

Xie Wanqing held it and was led out of the bridal sedan, over the brazier.

Next was the ceremony of bowing to heaven and earth.

The Pei Mansion was already crowded with guests, among whom were essentially all the prominent royal relatives and noble dignitaries known in the Capital City.

This marriage was personally bestowed by the Holy Emperor, the joyous day of the eldest son of the Eldest Princess, even the consorts in the palace sent generous gifts.

All four adult princes came to offer congratulations.

The grandeur was comparable to a prince’s wedding to a main wife.