Chapter 7 - Arc I: The Sedan Chair Sent to The Wrong Bridal Chamber(7)

Marquis Jing’an’s wife Wang Shi sat over and looked at him tenderly.

“If it is wrong, then it’s wrong. To put it bluntly, all we can now do is accept this mistake and make the best of it. Let’s just say that the bride and bridegroom got switched because of their BaZis1 and that it was a marriage predestined by fate. Anyway, we didn’t mention with whom the Eldest son and the Second son would be paired. We only mentioned that the Eldest son and the Second son would marry the di daughters2 of the Ruan family and Tang family. If someone makes a fuss, we can call a high-ranking monk to testify. We can just make up that the marriage between the Eldest son and young lady of the Ruan family is a match made in heaven, and the Second son and the young lady of the Tang family are destined lovers of seven lifetimes. This way we can quickly settle this matter.”

“Do you think they are that stupid?” When Marquis Jing’an listened to Wang Shi’s words, his anger faded a little.

“No one is treating them as stupid. It doesn’t matter whether they believe it or not. As long as we can block all the preposterous mouths, it will work. We just need a brilliant excuse.”

Marquis Jing’an frowned, “Since now there is no better way, let’s do as you say! As for the high-ranking monk, let’s not call an abbot!”

“Since it’s quite early, the two couples must be now coming to serve us tea. Lord, let’s stop thinking about this. You just leave them to live on their own and don’t worry about it. I’m sure this matter would resolve in itself. Let’s just now be optimistic and enjoy the tea served by our two well-behaved daughter-in-laws.” Wang Shi said while gently holding Marquis Jing’an’s hand.

Marquis Jing’an’s complexion didn’t fluctuate anymore. Wang Shi was ten years younger than him, so he always adored her very much. If it wasn’t for his bad mood today, he would never give her a cold face.

The great hall was full of the Chen family and Wang family elders. The news that the bride had entered the wrong bridal chamber had already spread. As everyone looked forward to the new bride’s misfortune, their faces either had sympathetic or joyous expressions.

When Marquis Jing’an and Wang Shi entered the great hall, everyone restrained their expressions.

“Marquis, Madam, both Eldest Young Master and Second Young Master have brought the two young ladies to offer tea to the elders.” The old wet nurse from the Wang family walked in and said.

“Let’s go in quickly!” Wang Shi’s face was full of smiles. “I’ve been looking forward to this moment for so many years. Now I can finally drink the tea served by my daughter-in-law. I even came here on an empty stomach, so that I can drink two more cups.”

“Sister-in-law, you are so fortunate. Two daughters-in-law moved into your home, and next year you will have two grandsons who will call you grandmother.” The woman beside her flattered.

“I hope your good words come true.” Wang Shi couldn’t control her happiness and laughed.

When Chen Yichen brought Li Yuan, he happened to meet Chen Yibo and Tang Yujiao.

Tang Yujiao was famous for being a beauty that could make flowers pale in comparison. Her reputation for being the capital’s number one beauty was not for nothing. She had a pair of attractive peach blossom eyes and a red mole at the corner of her eyes, which enhanced her charm even more. This era preferred the weak and tender kind of beauty, so Tang Yujiao’s figure was much more delicate than Li Yuan, and looked a little thin.

The original owner didn’t lack anything in beauty and was equally good, but she was extremely subservient and so didn’t dare to express herself. As long as she straightened her chest and showed her coquettish side, how many of these men wouldn’t fall in love with her?

Today she was wearing a red gauze skirt and her pair of jade rabbits looked very plump. Her willow-like slender, delicate waist made one want to grip it, but also made one unwilling to put even the slightest strength, in fear of breaking it easily.

Chen Yibo was famous for being a man of virtue. He usually wore white clothes, giving him a kind of elegant and holy appearance. Today the Young Master was wearing a blue brocade, which was somewhat elegant and somewhat pompous.

Looking at the man next to her, no matter what clothes he wore, no one cared about him. Because his temperament could not be changed by those clothes.

Domineering, sharp, like a sharp double-edged sword waiting to be unsheathed to spill blood.

A fine man.

When Chen Yibo saw Li Yuan, his eyes flashed with surprise.

This is his former fiancee who he was supposed to marry? Was she so good-looking? Such a beauty, why hadn’t he noticed it before.