Ch8 - This is your home

Chapter 8: This is your home

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There is a rumor going around the mansion. Their master, Zhao Huai, is about to get married.

When Zhao Feishuang heard this, it was through Zhang Yuan’s mouth. This Zhang Yuan was a big, burly man, looking very rigid and upright, but his hobby was gossiping. The only joy in his daily life was gossip, even the sound of wind flowing and grass swaying wouldn’t escape his ears.

This time, the rumor of Zhao Huai getting married was also started by Zhang Yuan. It was because this person found out their master was secretly purchasing wedding garments, mandarin ducks, and other things. And once Zhang Yuan knew something, naturally, everyone in the mansion would know. Just in two days, the news of Zhao Huai getting married had spread to every corner of Prince Huai’s residence.

Hearing this, Zhao Feishuang suddenly felt an inexplicable pang in his heart. Was it because of that pig foot Zhao Huai? Clearly, just a few days ago he was still pouring his heart out, asking Zhao Feishuang to marry him, today he already found a new candidate after being rejected once.

Or was it because half the mansion Zhao Huai promised him was about to fall into someone else’s hand?

The more he thought about it, the worse Zhao Feishuang felt. He couldn’t hold back and went to ask Zhao Huai directly.

“I heard you’re going to get married?” His tone was dripping with vinegar, but the person himself didn’t realize it, “Which household does that lady belong to?”

“Marriage?” Zhao Huai was surprised. His ears turned red, “Yeah, I suppose so. What do you think?”

So Zhao Huai was really going to get married!? And he even asked him what he thought?! Zhao Feishuang’s heart was sour, he felt anger, but he didn’t know where it came from.

“Congratulations, I wished you a hundred years of happy marriage and soon to have a son.” Zhao Feishuang’s face was gloomy. His mouth spouted congratulations this, congratulations that, but his voice was as bitter as if he was facing an enemy who killed his father and mother.

Finished speaking, Zhao Feishuang turned around and intended to leave, but Zhao Huai held him back with a smile, “Little Feishuang, are you misunderstanding something?”

“What misunderstanding?” Zhao Feishuang’s eyes were glued to his shoes.

“Wait here a bit,” Zhao Huai said, then went behind the screen and took out a red dress embroidered with delicate mandarin ducks. Zhao Feishuang’s eyes widened. Proofs and evidence were all here, misunderstanding my ass!

While his stomach was boiling, Zhao Huai suddenly put the embroidered veil over his head. He had a tall and slender figure, with the addition of a red veil, it made a somewhat comedic picture.

Zhao Huai felt a little embarrassed, luckily, his red face was covered up, “Feishuang, will you marry me?”

In truth, he could see that Zhao Feishuang wasn’t completely indifferent toward him. His mouth kept mumbling about finding a wife, yet he had never glanced at a girl more than once. What he wanted…was probably just a home where he belonged.

“When we become spouses, I will be your wife, and this will be your home.”

Zhao Huai dressed in a funny fashion. A manly voice calling himself “wife” was also supposed to be funny. And yet, Zhao Feishuang’s eyes turned red.

He used to have a vision. He married a beautiful wife. His bride wore a red, embroidered veil, her eyes drooped lightly in the flickers of dim candlelight, and then he would have a home.

When the weather turned cold, his wife would remind him to wear more clothes. When he got sick, his wife would tenderly care for him and held his hand. He would no longer need to suffer through pain all alone, and ended up with a cold blade as a sole companion.

At this moment, the bride in his vision had taken a clear form. He didn’t lower his eyes, didn’t take care of him tenderly, and his outfit was ridiculous, but he was very good. Very, very good.

“I will,” Zhao Feishuang sniffled and spoke with red eyes. His thoughts were all jumbled up right now, and he only answered on instinct.

Zhao Huai smiled and held his hand, Zhao Feishuang felt the hot sweat in his palm and smiled softly.

Zhao Huai leaned down and planted a light kiss on his lips through the veil, the attached tassels swayed gently with his movements, “You’re not allowed to take it back.”