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After the three bows were completed, Gao Feng led his new Wife back to their new home with a beaming smile, carefully helping her sit on the bed.
However, the atmosphere in the new home was somewhat turbulent.
Attending the wedding were not only members of the Gao Family and Qin Family, but also prominent families from the capital, nearly all of the noble clans had gathered. The room was filled with women whom Qin Yaru did not recognize.
These individuals likely held significant status, and given Gao Feng's position, a wife of lower rank would not be able to enter this place. Since they were all of noble birth, many had designs on Gao Feng, either for their own sisters or daughters. Now that Gao Feng had finally married, the choice of his bride was surprising, leaving many to wonder. Unfortunately, since the Emperor personally acted as matchmaker and bestowed the marriage, even if they were dissatisfied in their hearts, they still had to express a series of congratulatory words.
At this moment, seeing Qin Yaru sitting upright on the bed, her heavy Ceremony Attire obscuring her features, even those who had heard rumors of the new Wife's beauty could not help but feel curious—what kind of enchanting beauty could turn a battle-hardened general into someone so gentle and willing to bow down under her charm, disregarding even his own pride?
"Look at General Gao; he can hardly wait! Hurry up and let us see the new Wife's beautiful face so we can share in the joy," someone called out.
"That's right! Quickly lift the veil so we can all take a look!" another chimed in.
A group of busybodies laughed heartily.
If it were anyone else, they might feel flustered; however, Gao Feng and Qin Yaru did not mind. Compared to the extravagant weddings of the Twenty-First Century, the methods used by people in the Song Dynasty seemed rather simplistic and unimpressive.
Gao Feng smiled lightly and casually lifted the veil from his new Wife's face.
Under the light in the new home, everyone focused their attention as Qin Yaru slowly raised her head. Her brows and eyes were calm without excessive joy; she merely curled her lips slightly to reveal a warm smile. Everyone's breath caught—her features were merely beautiful, yet somehow she exuded an unmatched allure that few could rival.
Gao Feng gazed at her intently, his eyes filled with determination and a hint of daze.
After a long while, those in the room couldn't help but erupt into applause.
The bridesmaid stood dazed for a moment before recalling her duties. She hurried forward to have Gao Feng sit beside his new Wife, loosening their hair before styling it into an elegant topknot...
Once a series of rituals were completed, those in the room felt somewhat dazed. Perhaps it was due to the excellent atmosphere or perhaps because of the tacit understanding between the bride and groom that even those who initially held no goodwill found themselves reluctantly praising them deep down—'a match made in heaven.'
Gao Feng still had to socialize with the guests. No matter how reluctant he was, he could only leave Qin Yaru alone in the new house.
By the candlelight, Qin Yaru unfastened the buttons of her Ceremony Attire, let down her hair, washed off her makeup, and comfortably lay on the bed, raising her hand.
On her delicate and slender fingers, she wore a not too big but very exquisite Gold Ring.
Although it was not a diamond ring, it was crafted by skilled artisans and looked even more beautiful than diamond rings of later generations.
"Twisted Ring of Longing, Seeing the Ring Brings Memories. May You Forever Cherish It, Circling Without End...," Qin Yaru chuckled softly, murmuring a line from the song just sung by the performers. "This time, it should be perfect."
Through a door, the sounds of laughter and chatter from outside filled her ears. The large red candles flickered brightly, illuminating the joyous atmosphere of the new house.
Qin Yaru felt drowsy and didn't know how long had passed when she suddenly felt light in her body, being embraced by strong arms. She groggily wrapped her arms around the person's neck without even needing to open her eyes. Even after such a long time apart, she still recognized his scent and instinctively felt no resistance towards him.
The curtains fell, and the red candles burned; that night was filled with spring warmth.
Qin Yaru got married just like that. After returning home, the Gao Family smoothly separated their household.
In fact, among these noble families, most illegitimate sons would take some silver from their family after marriage to live independently. Gao Feng's separation was nothing unusual.
It was just that his status made the separation more noticeable.
Initially, it was decided to only separate the residence without splitting the family. Later on, for reasons unknown to Qin Yaru regarding what Gao Feng and his father Gao Xi discussed with several brothers, Gao Xi surprisingly decided to split the family.
Qin Yaru did not ask; for her, it was good enough that she didn’t have to establish rules in the Gao Family.
In her previous marriage, although it was a good match and her in-laws were relatively kind, being a daughter-in-law was never an easy life. She never complained; it was simply due to her good upbringing and consideration for her husband. Now that she had regained her freedom for so long, if she were to serve her mother-in-law at meals like before, she probably wouldn’t be able to adapt anymore.
The General's residence had fewer rules; even the servants were not many. Qin Yaru was not truly a newlywed woman; even if she became the head of the household, she adapted quickly and lived quite comfortably. Strangely enough, she seemed to have become a celebrity in the capital. Every time she attended a banquet, there were always some sour remarks directed at her.
Of course, there were plenty of gossip in Kaifeng City. Although Qin Yaru and Gao Feng held respectable positions, there were many whose status surpassed theirs. While others viewed Qin Yaru as fortunate, there were indeed women even luckier than her. However, after a few months, the fervor of the gossip faded away.
In the blink of an eye, more than ten years had passed.
Wancui entered her mistress's bedroom with two Lady-in-Waiting, carrying items for washing up. She lightly opened the window to let the morning sunlight in.
Turning her head, she looked at the mistress nestled in the soft quilt, lazily stretching while covering her face with a delicate hand: "Wife, it's time to get up."
Qin Yaru tossed aside the pillow in her arms with a sigh and obediently crawled out from under the covers, allowing Wancui and the others to help her get ready.
The woman in the mirror had her eyes closed, without any makeup, her hair disheveled. Yet this sight left the newly appointed Lady-in-Waiting somewhat dazed.
Ten years had passed, and although Qin Yaru's once beautiful face bore some traces of age, her husband undoubtedly treated her exceptionally well. Even with a few fine lines at the corners of her eyes and brows, she still appeared charming. Those accustomed to seeing her might overlook it, but an ordinary Lady-in-Waiting could not help but be occasionally amazed.
Wancui was unfazed; she was now the only one among Qin Yaru's early Lady-in-Waiting who had not yet married. The others had long been sent off with generous dowries by Qin Young Lady. Having served her mistress for many years, she had learned to completely ignore the immature behavior of the household's Lady-in-Waiting.
"Wife, Husband hasn't returned again last night; this is the fifth day. Should we send someone to inquire about him?" (To be continued)
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