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The red wedding decorations stretched for miles, and the bridal gown was as fiery as fire. The grand scene in the imperial city left a deep impression on many people's hearts. It's hard to guess why Lu Zhuonian deliberately expanded the scale of the celebration, but he didn't fear gossip, and simply walked through the envious gazes of the crowd. Although Miss Shen is a bit stubborn, she has a good-looking face and is not a spoiled woman from a wealthy family with an outrageously bad temper.
The golden hairpin sways, the fiery red wedding dress is like the beautiful scenery of this momentary burn. On that day, Lu Zhuonian lightly held her hand, the warmth of his palm gradually spreading to Shen Yige, causing her to feel a little flustered. At this moment, it is deeply engraved in her heart.
When they arrived at the mansion, all the guests had already gathered. During the ritual bowing to heaven and earth, Shen Yige suddenly felt a weighty gaze behind him. Though not sharp, it carried a significant presence.
Through the thin veil, he could see a young woman. Her attire was elegant, but she clutched at her clothes and gazed at Lu Zhuonian with a hint of reluctance. As their eyes met, Shen Yige noticed a thick haze in her eyes, concealing layers of emotions that couldn't quite surface.
Lu Zhuonian Hooking her finger, perhaps she also noticed these things, glanced in that direction, clearly frowned, but the other party was still moved.
Lu Jincheng Seeing the situation below, he sneered lightly, a playful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
I just can't be at peace.
But that passionate red seemed to penetrate through layers of karmic obstacles, leaving a trace of cinnabar in his heart.
In the moment when the veil was lifted, the whole room fell silent, as if no one had ever closely observed this stunning and unparalleled beauty. With a touch of crimson, the vermilion lips parted slightly, and the rouge and light powder created warm, peach-like cheeks.
Lu Jincheng sat facing that spot, where the beauty in front of him was like a painting, gracefully approaching with lotus flowers at her feet.
Then he stopped, as if unintentionally, Lu Jincheng chuckled lightly and turned his head. The newlyweds were just the beginning of the scene. Among the guests, there were political enemies and personal enemies, both open and hidden. There were also hidden weapons and secret arrows, all mixed in with the feast. However, they were all constrained by the face of the royal family and did not reveal the superficial facade. But there had to be someone who would make an exception.
"The young lady still admires the prince, but since there is no fate, she does not want to force it. Today, I offer a toast to the prince and princess, hoping that they will grow old together." When bowing to the heavens and earth, I noticed something was off about this woman. She's here to offer a toast again. I don't know what drama she's playing. Shen Yige turned and looked at Xiao Ya for inquiry. The young ladies who rarely leave their homes are not very familiar with each other.
Xiao Ya leaned in to Shen Yige's ear, "This person is the eldest daughter of the Duke's mansion, Miss Luofei. Xiao Ya heard from the guests outside that she once asked Duke Duke Hua to propose to the emperor, but the emperor did not agree, so she came to the prince's mansion herself."
dad Luo Zheng fought a tough battle for the founding emperor and was appointed as the Grand General of Pingnan, but it seems that Duke Duke Hua has long since fallen.
General Luo Zheng's style has not been continued by his descendants, which is a pity. Even with the title of Duke, it seems that Duke Duke Hua may have fallen into mediocrity in the court, only being cautious and preserving his own safety as the best strategy.
The eldest daughter of the Luo family seems to be good at concealing her thoughts, appearing quite calculating, but not particularly clever.
Shen Yige pretended to be surprised, quickly raising the wine cup in his hand to avoid the hand of Luo Feier holding the wine cup. The daughter of the National Mansion personally pouring the wine, I am still marrying the person you admire. Although I don't think she would be foolish enough to poison the wine, she may not be that generous.
"Why does the princess fear me so?" Luo Feier noticed that Shen Yige was deliberately avoiding her. "Feier is willing to drink this, to erase the previous youthful frivolity, and earnestly ask the princess..."
"What's all this commotion? Why be so respectful, Miss Luo, have you offended this king's princess?" Before Luo Feier could finish speaking, Lu Zhuonian walked over and interrupted.
"Let me mediate, my wife and I are one. Although I don't know the reason for today's events, I will drink this cup on behalf of you." Lu Zhuonian finished speaking and reached for the cup.
Luo Feier seemed to be taken aback, her hands trembling, the wine glass falling to the ground with a crisp sound. "Feier is sorry, I was careless. Let me pour another glass for the prince." Without hesitation, Luo Feier knelt directly on the ground, flustered and busy. More and more people gathered around, pointing and talking. Some said that the prime minister's daughter was arrogant and domineering, while others said that the daughter of the duke's mansion had no shame.
"I would like to see who dares to criticize our music," Xiao Wanjun was caught off guard and failed to stop Shen Shen from pushing through the crowd. He stood angrily next to Shen Yige, and the scene suddenly quieted down, with everyone holding their breath.
"Fei'er!" Duke Hua hurried over, "What are you doing here?"
"Dad... Fei'er just wants to show sincere respect to the prince and princess, but... but..." Luo Feier's eyes were teary, and her pitiful appearance made everyone feel sorry for her. For a moment, everyone couldn't help but feel pity for her and looked angrily at Shen Yige.
"My little girl's marriage to North Duke was arranged by the emperor. Now, the people of your country's mansion are shedding tears and speaking ambiguously on this auspicious day. Duke Hua Lord, what is the meaning of this? Are you dissatisfied with this marriage?" Shen Shenzheng said solemnly.
Duke Hua Lord was about to deny it, but Shen Yige spoke with a smile on his face, facing the crowd, including the still tearful Luo Feier, "Yige has not yet clarified the situation. I did not know that Miss Luo also admired the prince, but the emperor's marriage decree is beyond reproach. If Miss Luo is willing to endure, Yige is also willing to have a sister in this large mansion. A wise person speaks frankly. If Miss Luo has any intentions, she might as well speak up. Perhaps it could be a double blessing."
The expressions of the crowd changed from anger to astonishment. With such composure, the tearful Miss Luo on the ground seemed to pale in comparison.
Luo Feier forgot to cry for a moment, as if she was really thinking about Shen Yige's words. Duke Hua hurriedly pulled her to bring her back to her senses.
"Your Highness, please don't be angry. Feier meant well but made a mistake. Let me take her to freshen up first." Luo Feier's father, Luo Fang, took her to a less crowded alley outside the mansion.
"Dad, what are you doing?" Luo Feier angrily shook off his hand.
"Have you not understood the implied meaning behind the words of the princess? You're standing there like a block of wood, bringing shame to our duke's residence today."
"So what? What does it matter if the emperor bestows a marriage? If I can enter the royal residence, I will definitely find a way to drive away that Shen Yige."
"You! Our duke's residence is not as influential as it was when your dad was alive. But you are still the young lady of the duke's residence. In the future, you will marry into a prestigious family. Why do you insist on fixating on a North Duke?"
"I am the legitimate daughter of the Duke's mansion. Am I still not worthy of him? I have been in love with him for so many years. I can't believe he is so heartless!"
"What nonsense are you talking? How dare you speak recklessly about the royal bloodline! You, go back to the mansion and do not leave for three days. You, take the young lady back to the Duke's mansion," Luo Fang said with a sense of powerlessness, and then walked away without arguing with Luo Feier.
"Everyone, please return to your seats. Today is a joyous occasion for both the royal and ministerial mansions. Let's not spoil the mood," said Can Ting as he dispersed the onlookers.
Lu Zhuonian After hearing what Shen Yige said just now, I became quite curious.
"Your eyes are almost popping out, my lord," Can Ting said coolly as if enjoying the show next to Lu Zhuonian.
"What else can you do besides being a motor mouth?" Lu Zhuonian glared at him.
"Master, I am serious. Miss Shen doesn't seem like the kind of woman who would fawn over you just because you're a prince. It's hard to say what will happen in the future," Can Ting laughed, knowing that the prince couldn't be pleased for long.
Lu Zhuonian ignored Can Ting, knowing that there were still many days ahead.
"Ge'er, were your words just now sincere?" Shen Shen asked.
Shen Yige A faint smile hung on her face, as if comforting Shen Shen. Shen Shen looked at her tenderly, " dad cannot defy the imperial decree, but after careful consideration, I also feel that this is a good destination for our family's song. True love is hard to come by, and since ancient times, marriage has been determined by fate. I only hope that the prince will treat you well." "Why should we speculate about others' thoughts? Yige just needs to walk her own path. dad, rest assured, I won't be wronged."
The red candle warms the bed, and the spring night is short. Shen Yige saw a figure approaching outside the canopy, walking slowly, with fluttering clothes like dancing butterfly wings. The flames dancing on the red candle outside the curtain are just like her pounding heart at this moment. Lu Zhuonian felt a bit moist in his palm when he lifted the veil. Looking at the person behind the red curtain, an unprecedented joy rose in his heart. Despite the gorgeous red veil, the light fabric could not conceal the beautiful face as fair as the moon behind it.
When she put on the head covering, her fingertips brushed the golden hairpin and the soft green silk, like the fingers lightly plucking the strings of a qin in a dream.
Shen Yige felt that the figure in front of her was like a heavy chaos, making it difficult for her to break free, unable to escape, and even unable to see her own heart clearly. She held a cool breath in her chest, mixed with the cold fragrance of Lu Zhuonian.
Lu Zhuonian looked at her feminine appearance under the head covering with amusement. The indifference and calmness seen during the day had turned into tenderness. Well, it's not that indifferent after all. Lu Zhuonian stared at the two lightly trembling eyelashes, wanting to leave a mark. Lu Zhuonian turned his handsome face to the side, with a faint shadow on one side of his raised lips.
Shen Yige doesn't know what causes her slight unease. Perhaps it's because she entrusted her whole life without understanding, but how many people in the world are not like this? Lovers may not necessarily become spouses, and there are few spouses who have lovers. Moreover, love has not yet arisen, and she has long been unable to control herself.
She opened her eyes, and in their clear depths, there was only the figure of Lu Zhuonian. The bright red wedding attire had faded, and the him in her eyes was just as he was when they first met, dressed in dark colors.
Lu Zhuonian's gaze was momentarily intense, as if it melted a piece of ice in his heart. The flowing water seemed like the ripples he often heard by the clear stream in his childhood. He lowered his eyes and left a kiss. With a lingering touch, he brushed Shen Yige's forehead, his smile seemed indulgent, a single emotion rarely seen.
"I will wait for the defenses in the queen's heart to dissipate." Turning back with a sleeve, not wanting to refuse or rest at all.
Shen Yige sat on the couch, feeling as if a soft cloud was supporting him when he let his guard down, not knowing when the cloud would disperse or when the rain would fall.
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