Immortality Path: From the Blind Man at the Pharmacy-Chapter 43 - . Grand Wedding

Chapter 43: 43. Grand Wedding

Chapter 43: 43. Grand Wedding

The auspicious wedding date was set for tomorrow, and the Ruyi Commerce Chamber only kept a rice-selling stall open in front of its doors, with prices as usual.

Everyone else was busy inside the estate, decorating with lanterns and streamers.

The “Double Happiness” window cutouts and red stringed lanterns made everything look festive.

Because of the ghost siege surrounding the city, the chamber only sent invitations to a few well-known people in the county, apologizing in the notice with the explanation that “due to special circumstances, no banquet will be held.”

Those who received the invitation understood.

After all, who would attend a banquet at such a time?

However, those who received the invitation became curious: Where did this kid named Song Cheng come from, and how was he suddenly accepted into the Miss’s room?

Upon asking around, many were puzzled.

Song Cheng, seventeen years old, a refugee from Tang River Village.

A bladesman with some potential.

And he even brought a wife with him when he came.

As for his appearance, although delicate, it wasn’t enough to make women fall for him at first sight, especially for someone as shrewd as An Chenyu.

Why was that?

However, those who truly knew Song Cheng’s talents were few and far between, aside from the Miss, Ying, and Ling.

Thus, those paying attention concluded: Miss An deliberately chose this special time to secure a son-in-law to help her gain control of the chamber, allowing her to keep everything in her hands.

As for Song Cheng, he was merely a pawn for An Chenyu, occupying the “husband” position.

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The aunts in the estate actually found the young man quite charming with women.

The few old ladies sent by the An Family elders to manage affairs felt that An Chenyu didn’t want to be controlled by the elders anymore, so she found herself a controllable “son-in-law.”

People like Ding thought Brother Song had decent character and potential, and the forceful Miss didn’t want to wait any longer, so she took him into her chamber.

After a busy day, the Ruyi Commerce Chamber closed its gates.

In the Miss’s courtyard, a big red wedding dress hung on the rack.

But An Chenyu didn’t try the dress; instead, she clapped her hands and had Ying bring a clothing box.

“Sister, try the size,” An Chenyu said without explaining where the clothes came from, just pulling Tong Jia’s hand and opening the box with a smile.

Tong Jia looked inside.

It was a light pink gauze dress, quite ethereal.

She recognized it was from the “premium clothing section” of the Colorful Brocade Fabric Shop, the kind that she and Song Cheng didn’t dare even to look at because of the price.

Tong Jia held her breath, carefully holding the ethereal and expensive gauze dress, then took off her plain clothes and put it on.

An Chenyu, who was slightly taller, seemed like a big sister as she arranged the gauze dress, tightened the straps, and then looked left and right, pressing Tong Jia’s shoulders gently, and softly said: “Sister, sit down first.”

Tong Jia’s usual fierceness disappeared, and she obediently sat in front of the bronze mirror, staring blankly at her reflection.

‘Damn, I’ve never seen myself look like this before…’

Fierce Madam couldn’t help but curse in her heart.

But she quickly became subdued.

It seemed that being with such a cold and elegant woman as An Chenyu standardized not just her behavior but even her mindset.

Curiously, she glanced sideways, only to see Miss An selecting something from a delicate box of accessories, taking out a simple plum blossom hairpin, then approaching her from behind.

“Let me do your hair.”

An Chenyu’s voice was very gentle.

Tong Jia immediately sat up straight, feeling that Miss was much more womanly, way more than herself…

Soon after, she looked at the bronze mirror, watching An Chenyu attentively doing her hair.

Loop after loop of hair was piled together.

The Miss’s slender and graceful fingers pinched the hairpin, gently lifted the bottom of the bun, hooked it sideways and pulled it up through the center; then, using her left hand to hollowly grip it, she steadily placed the hairpin in with her right hand.

An Chenyu leaned close, placing her chin on Tong Jia’s shoulder, looking into the bronze mirror beside her, and laughed, “Sister, you’re so beautiful.”

Fierce Madam blushed and said, “No way! I’m not!”

An Chenyu giggled.

Though she appeared cold and elegant outside, her friendliness at this moment was at its peak.

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“With a sister so composed, I’m more reassured about Song.

People gather with their kind, and things in their groups.

Song staying with someone like sister every day, it’s nice, very nice.”

Fierce Madam said, “Of course! My Song Cheng is wonderful!”

After speaking, she felt something was wrong, so she slightly modified her words, “Our Song Cheng.”

An Chenyu covered her mouth, laughing.

Fierce Madam’s face turned red from laughing, and she said softly, “Sister, why don’t you actually be with him? He’s pretty good.”

An Chenyu came closer and asked, “In bed?”

If someone else asked, Fierce Madam would certainly shout “Scram!” along with questioning, “What are you talking about?” But for some reason… when Miss asked, it only made her blush.

As she was about to say something, An Chenyu softly said, “Don’t really spill any secrets, someone would bear a grudge.”

Fierce Madam muttered, “There are no secrets.”

The two laughed and chatted about other things, in a harmonious atmosphere.

How harmonious?

That night, when Song Cheng hugged Madam Tong to sleep, Madam Tong said, “It’s quite dull always being with you. I want to go find Sister An.”

Song Cheng: ???

“What kind of bewitching potion did An Chenyu give you?”

“Nothing! Just feels like Sister An is really nice, very sincere, it’s happy talking with her, always feels like there’s a lot to talk about. Unlike with you!”

“So, did you tell her about the wandering ghosts?”

“What wandering ghosts, I don’t know.” Madam Tong never intended to reveal this secret, then said, “Besides, Sister An always reminds me not to say anything about you. She says she and you are allies now, and actively prying into an ally’s secrets is malicious. She’s not malicious.”

Song Cheng unconsciously felt a sense of trust and comfort.

Then he laughed, “Tomorrow night, you won’t like her anymore.”

Madam Tong “poohed” and said, “You’re just in the same room, she doesn’t even sleep with you!”

Song Cheng: …

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A night passed, and the count remained stable at 7 with no decrease.

Clearly, Madam Tong genuinely didn’t mind An Chenyu.

By midday, Song Cheng was led to the entrance of the Ruyi Commerce Chamber.

Though it was besieged by the Ghost Tide, in front of the chamber, firecrackers were “crackling” in celebration.

People coming to buy rice gathered in layers to watch the excitement, and those who couldn’t see from behind tiptoed or climbed stones to get a better look.

In front of him, Song Cheng wore a groom’s attire.

Before him stood a large floral sedan chair.

Traditionally, only brides rode in sedan chairs.

But a son-in-law, just like a bride…

“Sir, please,” Ying said.

Ling looked at the scene with a complex expression, her mind swirling: Why would such a formidable person ride a sedan chair? My eyes are doomed.

After being punished to stand for a day and a night, she obediently admitted her mistake and remained by the Miss’s side. Song Cheng could somewhat guess the reason. Ling already knew many of the Miss’s secrets and had feelings for her. Now that Shi Yi, whom she was colluding with, was dead, the danger had actually dissipated.

“Sir, please board the chair,” Ying urged the man who had defeated him with one strike the day before yesterday.

Outside, rice sellers and onlookers heard the urging and couldn’t help but laugh.

A grown man in a sedan chair, how novel!

Song Cheng quickly boarded the sedan chair, and then the strong men lifted it.

The sedan chair swayed as it moved into the depths of the residence.

Inside the sedan chair, Song Cheng felt something new, and for some reason, memories since his transmigration flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Tang River Village, Yune, the cripple, the Ding brothers, Nan Hui, Guan Xi…

He sighed softly and clenched his fist.

Soon, the sedan chair came to a stop.

The curtain was lifted.

Outside the sedan chair, the bride wore no veil but held a big embroidered ball, smiling at him as she stood on the red carpet before the fire basin.

He stepped forward to take the embroidered ball, walking with the bride to the end, where two empty chairs awaited.

An old aunt in the chamber shouted, “First, bow to heaven and earth…”

The two knelt and bowed.

“Second, bow to the parents…”

The two bowed to the empty chairs.

“Husband and wife bow to each other…”

The two bowed to each other.

With the process done, the banquet began.

Song Cheng and An Chenyu sat at the table, exchanging a glance: From now on, they were to be the closest of allies.