Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved

Chapter 108: Chapter 108: Murong Man Gets Married, Quite the Spectacle
 

Within a few days, the grand wedding day of Murong Man and Ni Yuanshan, the eldest son of Marquis Ensu’s Mansion, arrived.

According to Murong Man’s personality, her wedding would surely have been a spectacle of red attire and loud drums that filled the streets for miles.

However, the streets today were not particularly lively, as if it were just another ordinary day, solely because Murong Man wanted everything to be simple and wished to marry quietly.

So that when she later divorced and remarried, people would forget that the ordinary today was her first marriage.

One day, she would certainly marry into the Second Prince’s Mansion with the most grandiose and magnificent style!

No, by then, perhaps what she would be entering, would be the Crown Prince’s East Palace!

The day was rushed, a so-called auspicious day that was randomly chosen, yet it was a gloomy day with the threat of rain hanging in the air.

“Miss, the wedding procession has arrived.”

The maid glanced apprehensively at the weather outside and approached Murong Man, who was sitting cautiously in front of a bronze mirror, to inform her.

Inside the bridal chamber, there were no festive decorations to be seen, only Murong Man dressed in a large red wedding gown, sitting coldly at the dressing table.

There was not a hint of a smile on her face, only deep-seated hatred.

Even though she knew the Second Prince’s true feelings for her, and she knew he would marry her, marrying Ni Yuanshan from the marquis’s family today felt like a stain on her life, an indelible disgrace!

In future history books, it would also be recorded that she had married twice!

How could she not hold resentment?

If it weren’t for the Second Prince’s frail cousin who was often sick and only Murong Jiu could cure, the Second Prince would not have married her off to a disgusting creature like Ni Yuanshan!

Therefore, she hated Murong Jiu, but even more so, she hated Bai Weiwei.

She never regarded Murong Jiu, that freak of nature, highly; only Bai Weiwei was her true enemy.

If the Second Prince had a chance to become emperor, Bai Weiwei would definitely hold a high position in the harem.

Bai Weiwei would be her rival for the rest of her life.

“Miss…”

The maid urged in a soft voice.

Noises from outside had already begun to be heard.

Even if everything was simplified, the process could not be skipped, and since she was getting married today, the Marquis Mansion had also set up a feast, and many people sent congratulatory gifts. These gifts would allow the Marquis Mansion to squander for a while.

Moreover, only a few people knew the inside story, and the guests coming only thought that her marriage to Ni Yuanshan was something to be celebrated; they were already outside, urging the groom to barge in and take the bride.

Murong Man clenched her teeth and covered herself with a red bridal veil.

The red bridal veil was specially made to her order, just a layer of red gauze; whether she was looking at others, or others at her, the view was very clear.

Because she wanted the Second Prince to see her sadness and tears, to make him forever feel guilty towards her.

She was marrying into Marquis Ensu’s Mansion only for the sake of his cousin.

The maid made a sign, and the Wedding Matron hurried over with a beaming smile, helping Murong Man out the door.

Upon exiting, Murong Man saw Ni Yuanshan.

The groom, dressed in a red wedding suit, was being egged on by the guests, not particularly tall, with powder smeared on his face, and a frivolous smile.

Just one glance and Murong Man felt extreme disgust.

She looked around, her brows slightly furrowed; why was there no sign of the Second Prince?

The Second Prince had clearly said he would come to accompany the wedding procession that day, to take her to the marquis’s mansion, pretending that, for today, she was marrying him.

But the Second Prince didn’t show up?

Murong Man’s face grew increasingly ugly, thinking of only one possibility, that Bai Weiwei was clinging to the Second Prince, not letting him leave the house.

“The auspicious time is almost here! The bride should prepare to board the palanquin!”

The Wedding Matron announced loudly with auspicious words.

Murong Man’s brother came over to carry her on his back, preparing to board the bridal sedan.

At that moment, someone exclaimed loudly, “Eh, where are the Marquis and his wife?”

In Great Yan, it’s customary for the bride to cry at the wedding, and the parents need to be by her side when she boards the bridal sedan.

Once someone mentioned this, everyone also realized that today’s guests had been entertained by the second and third Young Masters of the Marquis Mansion, but the Marquis and Marchioness were nowhere to be seen.

Murong Man felt displeased. Although she didn’t place much importance on this wedding, she still didn’t want her own wedding to become a laughing stock. Later, people might gossip about her parents not showing up at her wedding.

At that time, the gossipy women in the Capital City would not know how they would concoct stories about her.

“Go find the Old Master and his wife!”

Given the affection her parents had for her, it was impossible they wouldn’t appear; perhaps some accident had occurred.

Soon, the Marquis and his wife were helped over by the maids and servants. They were covering themselves up, their faces smeared with a thick layer of makeup, and they seemed to be in quite a bit of pain and discomfort.

“Our apologies, everyone. We were so overcome with emotion at our beloved daughter’s wedding that we almost missed the Shichen Chinese hour,” the Marquis said.

“It’s alright, it’s alright. The Marquis and his wife seem to be in poor health, is it anything serious?” someone asked with concern.

“No trouble at all!”

The couple waved their hands dismissively.

However, during the ensuing crying at the wedding, they didn’t dare shed a single tear, for fear that the thick layer of powder on their faces would be washed away.

Murong Man felt a bit anxious and managed to squeeze out a few tears half-heartedly.

At this moment, Jun Yuyan was standing by the window, gazing outside at the sky.

Suddenly, the rain started falling in a gentle patter.

“The heavens are celebrating.” He said, with a smile curving his lips.

“What?”

Murong Jiu had just changed into the clothes she was supposed to wear to the banquet that day. As she was not going to the palace, she didn’t need to wear the cumbersome attire befitting a Princess Consort. But the garments Jun Yuyan had custom-made for her were in no way inferior to that of a Princess Consort in terms of fabric, embroidery, or accessories. They felt more comfortable and lightweight on her, without lacking in elegance or splendor.

In the past, she would have never worn such eye-catching garments.

But now that her birthmark was gone, she dared to wear even the most glamorous clothes. It wasn’t to attract attention; rather, Jun Yuyan seemed to want to compensate her, knowing that her clothes in the past had been modest and understated. Now, most of her garments were as magnificent and dazzling as this.

The light purple dress she was wearing now was her first time trying on this color; Jun Yuyan had specially picked it out from the wardrobe for her just a while ago.

Because at this moment, Jun Yuyan was wearing garments of the same color. He stood by the window, tall and elegant, with handsome features, the faint scar barely visible. He had an air of noble grace about him, like a bright moon amidst the clouds.

“You’ll know in a bit.” Jun Yuyan sold her a tease, his eyes shining with admiration as he slowly approached her.

“Ah Jiu looks so beautiful.” The light purple dress further accentuated her snow-white skin, with delicate and beautiful yet vivid features.

Blushing slightly, Murong Jiu discovered that her dress was made from the very same fabric as his, as if they were a specially made matching couple’s attire.

She was somewhat unable to bear Jun Yuyan’s intense gaze and hurriedly changed the subject, “It’s started raining; should we go later?”

“The rain isn’t heavy. Ah Jiu needn’t worry; I will take care of it,” he assured her.

He wouldn’t let her get wet.

After all, there was still quite a spectacle due to unfold today.

Jun Yuyan’s arrangements meant being carried straight to Qiyun Courtyard in a palanquin; Murong Jiu didn’t get wet at all.

By the time they reached Marquis Ensu’s Mansion, the rain had indeed stopped.

Just as Murong Jiu was about to alight, she heard the sound of gongs and drums. It turned out that the procession which should have arrived to fetch the bride was only just now making its late appearance.