Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 372: Asking for Trouble!

"Keep your voice down. Now she’s King Wei’s concubine, and her poetry is exceptional. It’s not bad for an adopted daughter raised by the Zhan Family!"

"Undeniable, but the Regent Princess Consort’s poetry is also extraordinary! Why do I feel that her ’Mountain and River Ode’ seems to echo the style of the Regent Princess Consort’s ’Chu Sailing’ from years ago?"

"Now that you mention it, it really does—could it be an imitation gone wrong?"

Zhan Xuerou couldn’t hear what they were saying, but from their looks, she could tell they were mocking her.

She used to be the glorious legitimate daughter of the Zhan Family. Now, she had to return as the Zhan Family’s adopted daughter and endure the pointing fingers and ridicule.

Si Jun walked ahead, and Zhan Xuerou, as a concubine, dared not act recklessly, so she could only follow behind him.

By contrast, it was clear to all that Mu Yan stayed close to Zhan Lan’s side. The stark difference in how their husbands treated them was as obvious as heaven and earth.

The noblewomen at the banquet were chatting as well.

"They say the Regent King dotes on the Princess Consort immensely. Seeing it today, I believe it. He even waits for her to sit down before he takes his seat."

"Indeed, I’ve also heard that the Regent King created a night market just for the Princess Consort, so she’d have a place to enjoy herself. And just because she loves cherries, he had cherry trees planted in Ding’an City, even though no one had ever grown them there before. He made it happen!"

"I also heard that since the Princess Consort entered the Regent King’s manor, her feet have never touched the ground—he always carries her."

The noblewomen chatted animatedly, while Zhan Liluo’s expression darkened. The young noblewomen around her were practically dying of envy. Why couldn’t they have such fortune?

Zhan Xuerou listened, her heart growing heavier with each word.

Why had Si Jun never treated her like that? How had Zhan Lan gotten so lucky to meet a man with unparalleled power and completely devoted to her?

Though envious of Zhan Lan, Zhan Xuerou begrudgingly admitted that Zhan Lan was indeed better than her. Yet she still couldn’t accept it.

Si Jun was about to take his seat at the main table when Mu Yan lifted his gaze and remarked, "King Wei, this is not a suitable place for you."

Si Jun had been just about to sit down but froze, turning toward Mu Yan and the indifferent Zhan Lan, who hadn’t even glanced at him.

"Imperial Uncle, why is it unsuitable for me?"

Mu Yan let out a cold laugh, replying, "You already call me Imperial Uncle. Do you not realize this seat is for elders?"

Zhan Xuerou, sensing the tension in the air, tugged on Si Jun’s sleeve.

Si Jun, his dignity now in shreds, had no choice but to sit at the second table.

Zhan Lan found it amusing. She lifted her teacup and took a sip, and Mu Yan gently brushed away a drop of water at the corner of her lips with his finger. The two exchanged a smile.

To Si Jun, their shared smile felt like a dagger to his heart.

Zhan Lan had only grown more radiant, her beauty increasingly mesmerizing, making it impossible to look away!

All the women at the celebration paled in comparison to her.

Si Jun looked down in shame. Why was he feeling this way about Zhan Lan now? Back then, when he heard she had feelings for him, he had dismissed her with disdain.

And now, Zhan Lan was unsettling his very soul!

Could it be that what one cannot have is always the most desirable?

Zhan Xuerou noticed the way Si Jun was looking at Zhan Lan, and a blazing anger ignited within her.

Zhan Lan! She’s already married to Mu Yan—does she still want to seduce Si Jun?

Even though Zhan Xuerou was deeply disappointed in Si Jun, he was still her husband. The thought of him longing for another woman stirred a tide of discontent within her.

Both of them felt that coming here today had been an act of self-inflicted anguish.

Not far away, Huang Gun, who had just returned from the Heiling Reservoir the day before, leaned casually beside Xiao Chen and Dugu Yan, saying, "Why do I like the way the Regent King looks at everyone else like they’re trash?"

"Are you talking about yourself?" Xiao Chen replied coldly.

Huang Gun raised an eyebrow. "Oh no, aside from me, the Regent King looks at all other men as if they’re garbage!" Huang Gun smirked mischievously, his gaze drifting toward Mu Yan.

Xiao Chen ignored him, but Dugu Yan leaned closer and said, "Mr. Xiao, I must say, I’ve noticed the Regent King looks at you and Huang Gun quite differently!"

Xiao Chen let out a derisive snort.

Huang Gun puffed up proudly and exclaimed, "It must be my charm that has conquered the Regent King! Haha!"

"The ceremony is starting. Quiet, both of you," Xiao Chen said as he straightened up, turning his gaze toward Mu Yan and Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan, always by Mu Yan’s side, radiated an unparalleled brilliance!

Clearly, Lan’er must truly love him!

The officiant’s voice echoed across the room, "Bow to the heavens and earth, bow to the elders, bow to each other, and proceed to the bridal chamber!"

Zhan Beicang smiled faintly, while Qin Shuang’s face was beaming with joy. She was genuinely fond of Chu Yin!

Chu Yin had grown up playing with Zhan Lan, and now she was her daughter-in-law. Her son adored her, so naturally, Qin Shuang liked her even more!

Zhan Lan watched her elder brother and Chu Yin finally marry, and her eyes grew misty with tears.

In their past lives, the two had met such a tragic end. This time, they had finally become each other’s true love.

Mu Yan gently dabbed at the tears at the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. Zhan Lan turned to look at him, and Mu Yan smiled warmly.

Beneath the table, Zhan Lan hooked her fingers around Mu Yan’s hand. His grin deepened, and he interlocked their fingers.

The mischievous Zhan Heng and Zhan Rui, both at the height of their playful years, were chasing after a ball that had rolled under the table. Crawling underneath, they saw Mu Yan and Zhan Lan holding hands. The little ones scooted closer from either side.

Zhan Rui sneakily tugged at Mengmeng’s dress hem, causing Zhan Lan to freeze and look at Mu Yan.

Mu Yan, puzzled, asked, "What’s wrong?"

Suddenly, he felt a light tug on the hem of his robes. With a playful smile, he leaned toward Zhan Lan and murmured into her ear, "Lan’er, couldn’t wait?"

Zhan Lan’s ears turned scarlet. Mu Yan was shameless! freewebnoveℓ.com

The pull on her dress hem had been the kids, yet he had turned it into a teasing jab.

Taking advantage of the crowd’s distraction, Mu Yan leaned in close, masking his lips with his hand, and whispered, "So many guests here—it’s unlikely anyone will notice. Shall we retreat to your room...?"

Zhan Lan’s face flushed as she pinched his thigh, but the sound of the children’s peals of laughter quickly interrupted their moment.

Zhan Lan lifted the bright red tablecloth, only to find Zhan Heng and Zhan Rui giggling with their hands over their mouths!

"You two little troublemakers!" Zhan Lan grabbed them and hauled them out.

Mu Yan rubbed his forehead, sighing a little in disappointment. He had thought Lan’er was finally taking initiative, only for it to be a misunderstanding.

...

Chu Yin, her face covered by a red wedding veil, was escorted by the wedding planner into the bridal chamber.

Sitting on the wedding bed, she realized her hands were trembling with nervousness. Tonight was her wedding night with Zhan Hui.

Chu Yin glanced down at her meager figure and pouted slightly.

Would Zhan Hui make fun of her later?

She reached for the needle pouch she always carried with her, thinking silently: If Zhan Hui dared to tease her, she’d poke him with her needles!

As the guests began to disperse, the door to the room was gently pushed open.

The wedding planner’s voice came through, "Young Master, please lift the bridal veil, drink the wedding wine with the bride, and may you have a long, happy marriage and many children to come!"