roccoschili Chapter 118 The Sweaty Groom
Chapter 118 The Sweaty Groom
That night, several servants from Prince Dingbei's mansion came and brought wedding clothes to Yue Zihuan.
Yue Zihuan felt that the wedding dress looked familiar. It was the one that his mother had bought for him when she was still alive.
In the drafty and dilapidated house, Yue Zihuan was dishevelled and wearing a groom's wedding suit with exquisite stitching and luxurious materials. He looked weird and absurd.
Jindou was about to leave, but when he saw Yue Zihuan's hair was all tangled and he didn't know how many days it had been since he had combed it, he couldn't bear it, so he went to the street and bought a wooden comb to comb Yue Zihuan's hair again.
"I don't think I can come out tomorrow. Here are the golden beans. I wish you and your cousin a happy marriage and a son soon."
Jindou bowed respectfully to Yue Zihuan and congratulated him. Finally, he wiped away his tears and walked away, looking back every few steps.
It was late at night, and the lights in each house in the dilapidated courtyard were turned off. The sounds of couples quarreling, children being beaten and scolded, and children crying gradually died down.
Yue Zihuan stood up in the darkness, knelt down in the direction of the Yue family's ancestral tomb outside the city, and kowtowed three times.
Today is the seventh day after his mother's death. When he went to drive the carriage for Murong Jian early in the morning, he almost brushed shoulders with Yue Ziyu's team carrying the coffin out of the city.
He followed from a distance behind, and was forced to stop only when he saw Yue Ziyu and the funeral procession leave the city gate.
What made him angry was that his mother's coffin was covered with yellow talisman paper and there were several Taoist priests surrounding it.
He had never seen a normal funeral in this style.
That wasn't a funeral procession, it looked more like a ceremony to exorcise evil spirits.
My father hates my mother to such an extent that he is unwilling to give her dignity even after her death?
The most hateful person is Yue Ziyu. As a son, he actually turned a blind eye to the talisman paper on his mother's coffin.
All day long, his mind kept appearing of his mother's eyes that refused to close before she died.
Until his death, he will never forget that his mother, who had always been timid and greedy, would rush out to block the knife for him when he was in danger.
Today he is willing to marry Song Yanran, just to fulfill his mother's wish before her death.
She asked him to obey Yue Ran, but he would rather die than do it.
She wanted him to marry Song Yanran, and he could no longer disobey.
His father gave him a letter of severance of engagement. It was unfilial for his mother to marry while she was in mourning for her husband, but if it was his mother's wish, he would do his best to satisfy it.
"Mother, my son will live a good life with Yanran, so that you can see your grandson soon."
As for his inner longing for Feng Xiaolou, it will be buried deep in his heart forever.
As day breaks, the outside of the dilapidated courtyard becomes bustling with activity.
Several servants came and knocked on the door, leading Yue Zihuan out of the yard.
A white horse decorated with bright red silk was waiting outside, and four sedan bearers were carrying a red wedding sedan.
The bridesmaid came forward with a smile:
"The groom is so handsome! We don't need to welcome the bride. The bride is already sitting in the sedan chair. We just need to walk around the street outside and we can go directly to the south city to get married!"
After the bridesmaid finished speaking, she almost lost the smile on her face when Yue Zihuan didn't give her any money for a long time.
Today, despite the festive attire worn by the groom, his facial expression looks as if he is about to mourn.
And why did it smell when I got close to him, as if he hadn't taken a shower in several days.
However, the bridesmaid is quite knowledgeable and knows more or less about the identity of today's groom.
A lean camel is bigger than a horse, she can't afford to offend him.
Xi Niang coughed lightly, forced a smile and said:
"Groom, stop being in a daze and get on your horse."
Yue Zihuan glanced at the wedding sedan, lifted his long legs, mounted the horse, and followed the bridesmaid forward.
The wedding sedan behind him was also lifted up and followed Yue Zihuan.
Faintly, there was a faint cry coming from the sedan chair.
The four bearers of the sedan looked at each other with bitter expressions on their faces.
When the sedan chair was brought over just now, the bride in it had been crying all the way.
Now that the groom has taken the wedding sedan, why is the bride still crying?
What bad luck.
Yue Zihuan naturally also heard Song Yanran's crying.
He bit his lip in humiliation and didn't look back.
This cousin has regarded herself as his fiancée since she was young. Although her status is at most a concubine, his mother likes her.
However, Song Yanran had been gentle and beautiful since she was a child, and always looked at him with admiration, so he didn't feel particularly disgusted.
At most, after he marries a wife in the future, he will give her the status of a concubine.
Now that he has fallen into such a state, Song Yanran feels that marrying him is an injustice, and it is reasonable.
Now that he has married her, when the prince is able to achieve great things in the future and he can be proud again, she will understand how correct it is to marry him today.
The wedding procession, with the crowd crying all the way and the groom looking gloomy, walked all the way to the south of the city under the strange gazes of passers-by, and arrived at the two-story house that Yue Yuan had bought for Zhang's mother and daughter.
Yue Zihuan looked up at the small house. Although it was small, it at least had white walls and black tiles. It was small but exquisite.
He must have looked down on it in the past, but compared to the shabby house he has lived in these days, it is a world of difference.
He got off the horse, came to the wedding sedan, opened the curtain with his own hands, and said softly:
"Yanran, we're here."
Song Yanran, who was covered with a red veil, stopped crying, then stretched out her trembling hand and placed it on Yue Zihuan's hand.
Both of their hands were surprisingly cold.
Through the tassels on the hem of the red veil, Song Yanran saw Yue Zihuan's hand.
The slender, white hands with distinct joints in my memory were now covered with red and swollen chilblains.
Not only that, she even smelled the stench of sweat emanating from Yue Zihuan.
The banished immortal-like eldest son of the royal palace is now no different from a peddler.
Song Yanran was overwhelmed with grief once again.
She was afraid that she had lost all hope in this life.
The bridesmaid in the house is still urging:
"Bride and groom, hurry up and don't waste time!"
Yue Zihuan supported Song Yanran and walked into the house step by step.
This hastily arranged wedding had no guests attending.
After the newlyweds in bright red wedding dresses entered the house, the door was immediately closed.
The house was not big to begin with, and the wedding hall was even more simply decorated.
Zhang was sitting in the hall, her face stretched about a foot long.
Seeing Yue Zihuan coming in, Zhang didn't smile at all and her eyes almost rolled up to the sky.
The bridesmaid wanted to say something auspicious, but Zhang slapped the table impatiently:
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up!"
Yue Zihuan's eyes darkened and his heart was filled with shame.
In the past, Zhang could only smile and try to please him when she saw him, but now she showed her true colors in front of him.
Are you really bullying him so much that he can't turn things around?
Also, why is only my aunt here? Where did my uncle go?
Yue Zihuan, full of suspicion, married Song Yanran in a strange atmosphere.
During the process, Song Yanran almost fainted several times and was supported by Yue Zihuan every time.
Finally, it was time to send Zhang to the bridal chamber. Yue Zihuan stood up and noticed that Zhang had a white silk flower pinned to her hair bun and was dressed very plainly, which was unusual for her.
And there was a wooden tablet placed where Song Yannian was supposed to sit.
Yue Zihuan stood there in a daze for a moment, then suddenly realized that his uncle was also dead?
"What are you looking at? It's all your damn mother's fault!"
Zhang looked at Yue Zihuan with hatred.