Lu Weimian walked to the door. From under her red veil, she extended a hand gently holding the red silk, offering it to him.

The sleeve of that arm was the same bright red water wave wedding pattern as hers. The back of the hand was clearly boned, crisscrossed with several scars, but the skin was as white and jade-like as jade, showing no signs of weathering.

Lu Weimian was startled, staring at that hand for a long time before hurriedly looking up.

She was enveloped by a light, cold tea fragrance. The red gauze blocked her view, allowing her to see only the faint outline of the young man.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The other party thought he had made a mistake in the procedure, so he handed the red silk to the matchmaker and was about to leave when someone suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

The young man paused, looking down at the girl as she trembled, stroking his clothes and holding his arm.

She didn’t let go of the red silk after taking it, but instead, following his arm, she carefully slid down to his fingers.

As if confirming something.

But it tickled his fingertips.

It was him.

Although Lu Weimian hadn’t interacted much with Feng Zhen, she had a deep impression of him; his hands were very beautiful.

His finger bones were long and distinct, weathered from years on the battlefield, yet unexpectedly white and jade-like. She would occasionally indulge her eyes by looking at these hands.

He was still alive.

He hadn’t been killed by her.

Seeing this, the matchmaker joked, “The new wife must take the husband to bid farewell to his parents.”

Lu Weimian reacted and awkwardly let go of his hand.

Outside the Si Kong Mansion, ten miles of red makeup paved the road, firecrackers cleared the way, and red dates, peanuts, and candies were scattered on the ground. The capital city hadn’t seen such a lively wedding in a long time, and people from the taverns and shops along the way peeked out to watch.

There was a festive atmosphere all around.

After bidding farewell to her parents, Lu Weimian got into the carriage, and the red curtain was lowered, obscuring the festive scene outside.

The procession set off, the carriage began to move and bump, and the tassels hanging on the carriage window curtains trembled incessantly.

Suddenly, a small note flew in from the gap in the swaying curtain, landing right beside Lu Weimian.

Lu Weimian was slightly startled, suddenly remembering that there had been something like this in her previous life.

It was a letter from the Crown Prince, delivered by someone he had entrusted, saying some words to express his feelings and comfort her.

He also said that she should rest assured, that he had already put “Broken Yuan Powder” in the wedding wine, and to remember not to drink from the dragon-patterned cup.

That thing wouldn’t have any effect on the body, it would only aggravate the symptoms of drunkenness, causing unconsciousness and inability to consummate the marriage.

She had even prepared a letter for the Crown Prince before the wedding, and had Mu Yun give it to the Crown Prince when she left the house.

Lu Weimian froze, right, the letter!

Lu Weimian hurriedly started rummaging through her sleeves, and sure enough, she found it hidden in the inner layer of her sleeve.

Her father and mother, fearing she would make a fool of herself, had been closely watching her before the wedding. This letter expressing her affection had never been sent out, so she hid it in her sleeve, intending to have someone send it out when she left the house on her wedding day.

She had only just been reborn and woken up yesterday, and she had forgotten to take it out and burn it.

How come she brought it out?

Lu Weimian bit her lip in annoyance, clutching her sleeve. It seemed she would have to find a way to burn it at Feng’s residence.

The Broken Yuan Powder in the wedding wine, in her previous life, Feng Xingyuan knew that she had someone else in her heart and didn’t want to get married, so he didn’t drink the wedding wine with her, nor did he stay in the room.

Lu Weimian clutched the note; the Crown Prince was being too suspicious.

Lu Weimian sighed.

Outside the carriage, Xu Hua hadn’t received the letter from the Miss, and was very puzzled.

She remembered that Lu Weimian had said early on that she had prepared a reply and needed her help to send it out when she left for the wedding.

Xu Hua couldn’t wait any longer, and lifted the curtain to ask, “Miss, are you hungry? Do you want to eat some snacks?”

Lu Weimian refused, telling her not to ask again, before Xu Hua gave up.

She had dismissed Granny Sun and kept Xu Hua to help her contact the Crown Prince.

In her previous life, Xu Hua had always helped her send letters to the Crown Prince.

It’s just that Lu Weimian wasn’t quite sure now whether Xu Hua had gone to the Crown Prince because she had followed her instructions.

Or if she was a spy planted in the Si Kong Mansion by the Crown Prince from the beginning.

If it was the first, she was a loyal servant.

If it was the second, then this Xu Hua couldn’t be kept.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of Feng’s residence. Feng Xingyuan’s background wasn’t good; his parents had died early, and he was sent to his relatives’ home in the capital city to be raised. But it was an imperial marriage after all, so Feng’s residence was bustling with people, lively and festive.

After the wedding ceremony and the process of entering the bridal chamber, only the two of them remained in the room.

Lu Weimian sat by the wedding bed, the red gauze veil lifted, and the young man’s eagle-patterned dark blue satin plain long boots came into view. The bright red water wave cloud and crane wedding clothes hung down, making him look even more tall and slender, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist.

Lu Weimian’s gaze was level with his waistline, and she didn’t dare to look up for a while.

The wedding wine was on the table next to the wedding bed.

She remembered that when they got married, he was young, and his youthful spirit was clean and pure.

She had seen the face under the mask many times; it wasn’t as ugly and scarred as others had speculated. On the contrary, he was clean and had gentle almond-shaped eyes. His skin was cold and white, like jade.

Only the eye that was covered had a red mole, adding a touch of enchanting charm.

But before, on their wedding night, she had confessed to him that she had someone else in her heart.

He seemed to accept this fact calmly, “It’s alright, we can just live our own lives peacefully in the future.”

Feng Xingyuan had a good temper; no matter what she said, he would accept it calmly.

Lu Weimian felt even more guilty.

For such a person, she had actually caused such an innocent and kind husband to die without a burial place.

For a moment, no one in the room spoke; the silence was somewhat awkward.

Until the young man’s clear voice above her pulled her thoughts back, “Madam’s eyes are very red, have you been crying?”

A familiar conversation, as if the next moment she would confess, “Marrying you is not what I want.”

Lu Weimian lowered her eyes, interrupting her memories, and changed her words, “I cried for a while when I bid farewell to my parents before leaving home.”

“Getting married and leaving your parents is indeed distressing for Madam.” His voice was extremely considerate, with a faint smile on his lips, and then he added, “Especially marrying me, it’s not what you want either.”

Lu Weimian’s heart skipped a beat, and she looked up into the young man’s clear black eyes, still unable to stop her heart palpitations.

Her voice, whether from guilt or unease, was unusually soft, “No.”

Feng Xingyuan was calm as usual, “Don’t be nervous, I know you and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are in love, this marriage is an imperial marriage, we are both innocent victims, we will live our own lives peacefully in the future. If there is a chance to divorce, I will set you free as soon as possible.”

“It’s getting late, I won’t disturb your rest.”

“Wait!” Seeing that things were developing the same way as in her previous life, Lu Weimian anxiously got up and chased after him a couple of steps. When she grabbed Feng Xingyuan’s sleeve, she suddenly stepped off the footrest by the bed!

Feng Xingyuan probably didn’t expect it either; a soft mass suddenly bumped into his chest.

The young man’s hands were stiff, and he didn’t touch her.

Lu Weimian barely managed to steady herself by holding onto his arm.

Lu Weimian hurriedly explained, “I don’t know where you heard it from, but I have no more possibility with the Crown Prince, you can rest assured. Since I’m married to you, I will treat you well.”

“You don’t like me, wouldn’t it be awkward for you to be with me?”

Lu Weimian said simply and directly, “It’s not awkward.”

Feng Xingyuan looked at her for a while, seeming to be discerning the truth and falsity of her words, mostly disbelief.

Lu Weimian repeated, “I’m not reluctant to marry you.”

Feng Xingyuan didn’t seem to dwell on it too much, but he intentionally or unintentionally mentioned, “Since that’s the case, our wedding ceremony is complete, but we still need a cup of wedding wine.”

When he mentioned the wedding wine, Lu Weimian’s heart skipped a beat.

How could he mention the wedding wine?

His words contained a clear probing, “Will you drink?”

Lu Weimian choked slightly, looking at the pair of dragon and phoenix wine cups on the table.

According to the Crown Prince, the dragon-patterned cup had Broken Yuan Powder in it.

Although that thing didn’t have much effect, it only caused drunken sleepiness, but in her previous life, Feng Xingyuan hadn’t drunk it, and Lu Weimian didn’t know if the Crown Prince had lied to her.

As she was hesitating, she saw Feng Xingyuan reach for the dragon-patterned cup.

Just as his white fingers were about to touch the cup, Lu Weimian took it first.

Feng Xingyuan kindly reminded her, “This cup is mine.”

“What I want to say is,” Lu Weimian struggled to explain, “if drinking it can make you believe that I sincerely want to marry you, then so be it.”

No matter what it was, she would accept it.

Feng Xingyuan looked at her for a moment, following her words, and picked up the phoenix-patterned cup next to it.

During the exchange of cups, Lu Weimian hesitated, and her eyes met the young man’s slightly scrutinizing black eyes.

He sounded quite kind and tolerant, “If you don’t want to drink, you don’t have to force yourself.”

Lu Weimian didn’t want him to see anything unusual, “I’m not forcing myself.”

With that, she drank the wine in her hand in one gulp.

The bitter wine went down her throat, dry and spicy.

It burned in her stomach.

Lu Weimian put down the wine cup, leaning on the table and coughing lightly.

She prayed that Mu Qingci wouldn’t really deceive her, that it had no other effects, but was actually poison.

Not long after, Lu Weimian found that she couldn’t stand.

She slumped down onto the chair by the table, the burning sensation in her stomach slowly spreading to her limbs, finally gathering in her lower abdomen.

She heard his clear voice, “Madam, what’s wrong?”

“I, I may not be able to drink much.” Lu Weimian tried to make herself look normal, “Just help me rest for a while.”

Her hand instinctively rested on the young man’s arm.

Feng Xingyuan naturally supported her, helping her to the wedding bed.

The young man’s brows were lowered, looking at the unnatural redness on her cheeks, “Madam doesn’t look like she can’t drink much.”

The more he said, the more Lu Weimian felt the burning sensation in her body gradually turning into an itch, as if countless small insects were starting to gnaw at her lower abdomen.