It seems that their wedding came sooner than one might expect.
Qu Tang´er understood Su Yuela´s thoughts.
She also understood many principles and survival rules.
Didn´t they like to play exactly this kind of scenes on television?
Harem, courtyard, fight between women. It´s just a pity………..she didn´t want to take any part of that.
„Tang´er, listen to my advice.“
„Aiya, I´m so tired! I need to lie down for a bit. I have fallen not so long ago. I really hurt very much. It´s no good. It´s no good. If I don´t sleep for a while I will be really tired to death.“ Qu Tang´er waved her hands, showing a really tired to death posture. She swept a glance at two women and in the next moment she hastily retreated.
„Jin Xin, help me to persuade her, too.“ Su Yuela spoke.
Jing Xin shook her head, showing a „my hands are tied“ expression.
……..
One month later, the wedding was held as planned.
Bright red lanterns were hung up high in Qu mannor and eighth prince´s mansion. It was extraordinarily bustling with noise and excitement.
Phoenix hairdressing and colorful shawl[1], unnecessary and overelaborate formalities, all of them were complete. It was hard for people to find any flaw.
And bridegroom from beginning to end was displaying a shallow smiling expression, making people unable to see if he was happy or not. No matter how much one was happy, if smile was kept for too long, the corners of the mouth would still become numb, yet…..
Welcoming the bridegroom, making three wors.h.i.+ps[2], entering the bridal chamber.
Alas!
Qu Tang´er sighed for 121th time. This is not the outcome she wanted.
When she came out of Qu manor, she was envisioning someone halting the sedan chair and robbing her. She wished for natural and man-made disasters to appear. The result was the whole journey went smoothly and unhindered. Not even a bit of storm has been blowed this way. Entering eighth prince´s manor, she was thinking if it was possible to let few women come out to weep endlessly and make troubles. However, the whole wedding went so smoothly it made her want to spurt blood.
Creaking sound……
Doors of bridal chamber were pushed open. An elegant figure came in.
„May eighth prince and eighth princess consort love each other, have a harmonious marriage, give birth to a son soon and live happily together to a ripe old age.“ the matron´s speech was still lingering in her ears.
Shortly, doors of bridal chamber were closed.
As for……..
Qu Tang´er very calmly sat on bridal bed. The bridal headcover blocked her view. Tonight´s wedding night was impossible. She will try to avoid it as much as possible. As for how, it will be revealed in a moment.
First trick was ——
„Hubby!…….“ Qu Tang´er softly called. No. More like acting like a spoiled child. Using a spoiled voice that penetrated to the core of bones. She used it till gooseb.u.mps came out of her body. This single call, however, has successfully made the step that Mo Liancheng has just wanted to take come to a halt.
In a next moment, he firmly made a step. His peach blossom like eyes flashed a strangeness.
Does she take it here for a brothel?
A prost.i.tute calling out for men?
„Hu…….bby, is it you who entered? What took you so long? Nujia[3] is already impatient.“ Qu Tang´er continued to act coyly. Heaven-ah! This is what she has learnt after observing outside brothel for several days. Just……she wanted to spurt blood. She dares to swear to heaven, the reason why she called so seductively absolutely wasn´t because she was l.u.s.tful nor was it to seduce him.
It was of course for other intentions.
It was said there were no men, who liked ordinary rouge and common powder[4]. In that case, she will let him see her commonness and ordinariness. To make him retreat three day’s march[5] every time he will see her!
„Are you calling me hubby?“ Mo Liancheng slightly raised his eyebrow.
„Yes. Aren´t you my hubby after we got married? Hehe, if you don´t like me calling you hubby then I can call you sweetheart.“
„…………….“ The expression on Mo Liancheng´s peerless handsome face went slightly stiff.
Really. His usual serene look had a little sign of falling apart.
[1] it´s wedding attire of a wealthy maiden, which shows the honor
[2] ritual kneeling of bride and groom in a old-fas.h.i.+oned wedding ceremony: 1.wors.h.i.+p the heavens and the
earth, 2.wors.h.i.+p the groom’s ancestors and parents,3.wors.h.i.+p to each other
[3] humble term to address oneself/ how wives refers to herselves
[4] derogatory term referring to extremely vulgar women, who knew only to make themself look pretty and fas.h.i.+onable and who have no self-restraint and are uneducated
[5] idiom meaning avoiding someone