Lang Xuan thought about it again and realized that she seemed to have forgotten her original intention.
Wasn't her desire to marry Yuwen Duo solely to help him get rid of Wei Zihan?
Why are you getting so impulsive now?
Lang Xuan reflected on her actions for a while.
Two days later, Yanran brought Baoxuan and Jiang'er to visit her again.
Baoxuan excitedly told her about her background, wanting to share her happiness with this equally shy older sister.
Lang Xuan was genuinely happy for her, but she also felt a bitter taste in her mouth.
Yuwen Duo knows Baoxuan's identity... so...
She shook her head, forcing herself to dismiss those wild thoughts.
She held Baoxuan's hand and smiled, "Then I really have to congratulate you."
Baoxuan smiled.
Lang Xuan tried her best to control herself and treat Baoxuan as before—in her previous life, she only knew that Baoxuan was Yuan Yi's lost and found daughter, but she did not know that her background was so pitiful.
She was clearly a favored daughter of heaven, yet she went through so much.
What do you mean by "hard fate"? She clearly has a noble destiny.
Baoxuan whispered excitedly to Lang Xuan, "Now I'm old enough! I'm going to cause a ruckus at the wedding!"
The young maidservant never dared to do it before, but now she does.
Lang Xuan blushed deeply.
The bridal chamber...
Before they knew it, it was time for Linlin and Lang Xuan to get married.
After dressing up, Lang Xuan held Madam Lang's hand and wept bitterly.
Her choice followed her own heart's desire, but she felt guilty towards her parents.
She only wanted to fulfill the lover she hadn't treated well in her past life, but she couldn't have both, and she couldn't even take care of her parents in their old age.
She is so unfilial.
Father, Mother, if I can escape unscathed, I will serve you both well for the rest of my life and never think of anything else.
Hearing the lively noise outside, she knew that the wedding procession had arrived.
Among the voices of the young men, Wei Jun's voice stood out and was jarring.
He was an active person by nature and close to Linlin, so the task of leading the wedding procession and making a ruckus was entrusted to him.
As Lang Xuan cried, she thought to herself, "It's all because of Wei Zihan, that wicked devil."
If it weren't for him, if he hadn't tried to harm people, she wouldn't be so conflicted now.
I wish I could poison him to death with a cup of poisoned tea.
Lang Xuan gritted her teeth the entire time, until the still slender Lang Wu carried her onto the bridal sedan chair.
After the wedding ceremony, they were led to the bridal chamber.
Lang Xuan gradually became nervous.
When Linlin lifted her veil under the guidance of the matchmaker, Lang Xuan blushed and her face turned ashen, her gaze avoiding Yuwen Duo's.
She thought she heard him chuckle softly, and she immediately felt a surge of anger.
He only felt a sense of schadenfreude when he saw her nervousness.
He wasn't this annoying in my past life.
Or perhaps, they had never been this close in their previous lives...
"Click, click--" Lang Xuan couldn't help but turn her head.
Baoxuan, who was sitting on a small stool peeling peanuts and watching the fun, stuck out her tongue shyly at her.
The red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds have already been removed from the bed; she can eat them now, right?
Yanran stood to the side, watching her brother and sister-in-law with a smile.
So this is what getting married is like.
After that day, she and Cui Xiaoqiu... hehehe...
Suddenly I want to see Cui Xiaoqiu in a bright red wedding robe!
My brother looks great today.
"Everyone, step back," Linlin suddenly said.
Yanran looked at the matchmaker. "Is that so?"
She felt like something wasn't quite right!
Shouldn't the eldest brother go out to entertain the guests?
Right now, it's Cui Xiaoqiu and the others who are holding the fort outside!
Brother, you should be kind and considerate.
Cui Xiaoqiu is so weak... no, he's not weak, but his alcohol tolerance isn't necessarily good.
The matchmaker looked at Linlin, her eyes pleading for help.
Linlin nodded slightly, and the matchmaker, feeling as if she had been granted a pardon, replied, "Your Highness, it's like this."
In the territory of the Prince, the Prince has the final say.
Yanran: "Oh."
Okay, I bet the older brother wants to whisper something to his wife.
Lang Xuan was internally devastated: That's not how it is!
She looked at Yanran pleadingly, but the latter had already left with her people.
The matchmaker thoughtfully closed the door behind her.
In the huge room, only the two of them remained, sitting on the bed, so close together.
Lang Xuan's heart pounded like a drum, and she subconsciously leaned back.
"Don't worry," Linlin said slowly, her gaze calm, "You're still young and can't consummate the marriage yet. I won't force you."
It's just that establishing a formal relationship first allows them to legitimately cultivate their feelings for each other.
Lang Xuan didn't know why, but suddenly a feeling of resentment arose in her heart.
He could have just said he didn't like it; there was no need to make up these excuses.
It's as if she's so eager to consummate the marriage.
She never even considered it!
"Are you big?" Lang Xuan retorted.
They and Yanran are all the same age, fifteen years old this year (by the traditional Chinese age reckoning).
Linlin remained calm, showing no anger at her emotional rebuttal.
"I can do it, can you?" he asked.
It took Lang Xuan a while to understand what she meant, and her face instantly turned bright red.
How could he say such shameless things with such self-righteousness!
If he can do it, so can she!
She's already settled into a quiet life; she's an adult now!
But Lang Xuan shamefully chickened out.
She dared not continue, for it would be like a silent invitation.
"I... I... I can't," she stammered, overwhelmed with shame and indignation.
He really is this kind of Yuwen Duo... he's just too shameless.
"You really can't, you're too young."
Lang Xuan: Please leave, please get out of here right now.
My embarrassment has already filled the entire room; there's no room for you anymore.
Don't make excuses; she doesn't need them. Just let her have some Jingjing.
Linlin suddenly leaned over.
Startled, Lang Xuan instinctively reached out to push him away. "Didn't you say no?"
"I can... help you remove the phoenix coronet."
Oh, so she was overthinking it.
"No need, I can do it myself," Lang Xuan said hastily.
Please keep your distance; she's genuinely afraid of him.
She frantically reached out to remove the phoenix crown, but a lock of hair stubbornly insisted on getting tangled in it.
She picked them with great force, pulling so hard that her scalp ached, and tears welled up in her eyes.
Linlin sighed silently in her heart.
Why are you crying again?
He had already said he wouldn't touch her, but seeing that she was overwhelmed, he just wanted to help her take off the phoenix crown.
Just as Lang Xuan put the phoenix crown with a lock of hair attached to it aside, she saw a slender, well-defined hand offering her a plain handkerchief.
Lang Xuan didn't answer.
Linlin reached out and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Before Lang Xuan could be startled, he stood up and said, "I'll go out and take a look."
Lang Xuan nodded vigorously.
Come on, let's go quickly, thank you!