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Where is the resemblance to how one would treat a daughter after being together for over ten years? I smiled and turned back to the firewood room. Behind me, Mother Lin was still quietly complaining about Father Lin, saying that if my future life turned out well, I wouldn't be able to help them anymore. Father Lin retorted, "Do you think I wrote it so straightforwardly?" "As for Gu Chenxuan's illness, it was rumored to be serious, and he is not a good person. Whether he is dead or alive, do you think you can get anything from him?" "If that's the case, why don't we just go along with her wishes?" "To avoid making things more complicated and affecting Wan'er's marriage!" Hearing this, I was completely disheartened. It turned out that they easily agreed to the severance of ties mainly to avoid affecting Cousin's marriage. How ridiculous I felt! Inside the bridal sedan chair, I was filled with anxiety. After all, I was marrying in place of someone else. The Landnord family must have strong objections against me. But then I thought, I had no other choice. Last night, I had already come to terms with it. Since I am here, I will make myself comfortable. I, Lin Xiaoxiao, will surely carve out my own space in the Landnord family. As long as I stay within my limits and do my part well, that will be enough. Once I figured this out, I felt relieved. When the sedan chair came to a stop, I snapped back to reality from my thoughts. Immediately after, I was surrounded by a group of matrons and led into the Landnord Mansion.
The Landnord family truly lives up to its reputation as the wealthiest in town. Their residence is quite grand, with pavilions and towers, intricately carved beams, and painted rafters. There are countless servants stationed everywhere. I was led by a group of people to meet Mr. Gu first.
Mr. Gu, over forty years old, has a slightly plump figure. He is dressed in luxurious brocade garments and holds a string of prayer beads in his hand. It is evident that he comes from a wealthy family. In front of him is a table filled with various pastries.
Mr. Gu sits in an armchair, smiling as he looks at me. "Xiaoxiao, right? You look quite presentable," he says. "However, there are some rules you need to learn."
With that, he waves over an elderly woman. "Madam has not been feeling well lately. Although you are her daughter-in-law, you do not need to pay your respects every day."
"You only need to greet Madam at the hour of Chen each day."
"Additionally, you must always be by Gu Chenxuan's side to serve him without any negligence."
"As for the other rules, Ms. Zhang will teach you one by one."
After saying this, Mr. Gu waves his hand, signaling me to leave.
As for my husband, Gu Chenxuan, I had yet to see him until this moment. When I followed Ms. Zhang out of the main courtyard, she finally spoke up: "Miss Lin, although you are here to bring good fortune, you must also abide by the rules of the Landnord family."
"This mansion is not like your thatched cottage; there won't be any nonsense here."
"As long as you serve the young master well, the Landnord family and Madam will not treat you poorly."
"But if you dare to entertain any improper thoughts, this Landnord Mansion is not a place where you can stay!"
I know, Ms. Zhang, that this is a preconceived notion, underestimating me. She thinks I am just a bumpkin from the countryside. But I don't mind. After all, I came to Landnord's Mansion with no intention of staying long. I am here to bring good fortune; as long as I take care of Gu Chenxuan, perhaps I can eventually get a divorce. At that time, I can live my own life again.
With this thought in mind, I met Gu Chenxuan. He was a rather handsome young man, with delicate features and fair skin. Dressed in a brocade robe, he exuded an extraordinary aura. Especially his tightly closed eyes, with slightly upturned corners; if they were opened, they would surely reveal exceptionally beautiful eyes. This is my husband, Gu Chenxuan. His appearance and demeanor are quite different from what the outside world has rumored.
However, looking at his pale face and weak breathing, I know his illness is far more serious than I had imagined. But I am not afraid.
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