Suiyan is waiting for your return - Chapter 10
After a commotion in front of the residence, the servants of the mansion escorted Yunxi into the inner hall. Among the murmurs of the guests, there were always one or two whom she wanted to see.
After listening to the palace maid’s stern admonitions, they finally endured to the wedding ceremony. The matrons used both soft and hard tactics to make Yunxi wash her face and apply a stunning makeup.
Rituals cannot be neglected, and the emperor’s will cannot be disobeyed. Yunxi resisted, while Cheng Haojin’s hidden anger simmered beneath the surface, all while everyone else pretended that everything was peaceful.
As the elegant music began, Yunxi was surrounded and led into the wedding hall.
“First bow to heaven and earth—”
Why bow to the unkind heavens? The red silk in her hands was connected to a man she had never met before. With just a decree, they were wed. Is so-called fate something that an emperor can control?
Uncle, I will make you regret what you have done today, just as you treated my mother back then!
“Second bow to the high hall—”
Father, is this your prized student, whom you regard as your own child, Cheng Haojin?
You do not like Ah Yu, yet you favor such a brute.
Perhaps for the rest of my life, I will never be the obedient and docile daughter…
“Couple… bow to each other—”
Yunxi hesitated to kneel, and someone behind her quietly pressed down on her back, forcing her to the ground.
Cheng Haojin, facing her, grasped her hand and knelt down with her.
The heavy sound echoed, as if the last shred of hope had vanished.
At this point, it was like seeking the skin of a tiger; this was her own choice!
From now on, Shen Yunxi’s life would bear the mark of Cheng Haojin. And Cheng Haojin’s life would also be illuminated by Shen Yunxi.
Through the thin red veil, as they exchanged glances, Yunxi vaguely saw a hint of joy rising in Cheng Haojin’s eyes.
To dispel this absurd thought, Yunxi turned her head and stopped looking at him.
“The ceremony is complete—”
Cheng Haojin pretended to lift Yunxi up with great strength, playfully lifting her veil, his words laced with the scent of alcohol. “The daughter of Shen Maoling is nothing special.”
He must be doing this on purpose!
Is he acting, or is he genuinely angry at himself for not respecting my father?
Yunxi was forced to lean against Cheng Haojin’s chest, her eyes filled with confusion, shame, and hatred, all of which were genuine. But if her father were still alive…
Just then, Huo Yan, Huo Da, and Min Yang, who had just arrived, saw this scene and could not contain their anger.
“How can the general be so disrespectful to his elders when the spirits of the Duke of the Protectorate are still near? The wedding procession has not even begun, and the general’s manners are lacking!”
Huo Yan’s face was as cold as ice. His uncle had no children of his own, yet he had always nurtured and taught them with care. Watching his pampered cousin suffer such humiliation during her father’s mourning, how could he swallow this indignation?
Cheng Haojin’s face was slightly flushed from the alcohol. The banquet had not even started, and aside from King An Nan and a few old men from Ning Dong Jun, who dared to pour him drinks!
“Hmph!” Cheng Haojin, having been less restrained in the military, spoke even more recklessly after drinking today. “The Duke of the Protectorate? Hmph! Without Shen Maoling, would I have stayed in the desolate northwest for five years?”
Here it comes!
With a glance from Cheng Haojin, Yunxi knew it was her turn to take the stage.
She raised her hand and slapped Cheng Haojin hard across the face. “You are outrageous! My father’s reputation is not something you ungrateful scoundrels can mention!”
Cheng Haojin reacted quickly. After the “smack,” he swiftly grabbed Yunxi’s hand, his face filled with anger. “No woman has dared to hit me before!”
“Although my father and mother have passed away, the Duke of the Protectorate has already established a successor, and the military rank is inherited…” Yunxi looked at King An Nan and the old men from Ning Dong Jun, who had changed their expressions, and felt a sense of pride. “Moreover, this country princess has a maternal grandmother and an uncle above, and younger brothers below…”
Huo Yan and Huo Da nodded in agreement, united by blood and shared enmity.
As long as the military talisman had not been handed over, the Duke of the Protectorate would naturally remain as solid as gold.
Yunxi turned to Cheng Haojin, proud and arrogant. “Then why don’t you tell me, General, why I should be afraid!”
With her phoenix crown and colorful robes, adorned with exquisite makeup, she stood before him, a beautiful bride.