Chapter 89 : Pick Up the Bride

It was indeed just a scratch. Song Ying applied medicine to Huo Zhen and told him to go back.

“Well? That’s it?”

Song Ying knew what he was hinting at and deliberately asked, “Does General Huo want to stay?”

Huo Zhen did want to stay, but he still had to appear reserved.

“Heh, How could I? Proper etiquette must be followed. We’re getting married the day after tomorrow.”

Song Ying added, “Wait.”

She asked Faer to fetch a men’s coat for Huo Zhen. “Take off this outer robe first.”

Huo Zhen replied, “Oh, okay.”

Song Ying took the clothes he had changed out of and asked the servants to deliver them back for him.

After Huo Zhen left, Han Zhu was finally able to ask Song Ying, “What’s the deal with that Wen Jun? He seemed very familiar with you and obviously hostile toward Huo Zhen. What’s going on between you and him…?”

Just now, he had noticed that Wen Jun kept one hand hidden in his sleeve. Who knows what he was hiding so he quickly dragged Huo Zhen away.

Song Ying was also annoyed at Wen Jun. “There’s bad blood between us, but don’t worry, Uncle. He wouldn’t dare to lay a finger on me. At most, he just wants to cause some trouble. I’ve got experience dealing with him.”

Han Zhu’s eyelid twitched. He knew Song Ying was making light of it, things might not be so simple.

He sighed heavily, feeling heartache for her. “Uncle is useless…”

Song Ying said, “What are you saying, Uncle? I’m getting married now, you should be happy for me.”

The Han family were merchants, how could they bear the weight of noble power?

Han Zhu was Song Ying’s relative, and what she had to do was protect the Han family from getting dragged into trouble.

—

Before the sky had fully brightened, Song Ying was dragged out of bed and dressed up with the help of her maid and matron of honor.

Faer came in holding the wedding dress. “Princess, please change into your dress…”

The scarlet gown spread like phoenix wings, embroidered with flowing golden patterns. As the morning light broke through, the evenly spaced emerald beads shimmered brilliantly.

Faer looked at the rising sun and said cheerfully, “It’s been cloudy for days. The sun must have come out especially for the princess today.”

The bridesmaid chimed in immediately, “What a lucky sign. The princess and the general are truly a match made in heaven…”

Once the matron of honor started speaking, she wouldn’t stop, so Song Ying asked Faer to give her a reward.

A maid rushed in, saying, “They’re coming! The general is almost here!”

Faer clenched her fists excitedly. “Hehe, it’s finally my turn to shine.”

Song Ying reminded her, “How big your red envelope will be depends on your performance.”

Faer grinned, “Got it.”

When Song Ying had married Yue Shaozhi, it was the Song family who had sent her off.

But now, marrying Huo Zhen, Faer could finally enjoy the honor of blocking the groom at the door and asking for red envelopes.

—

As a relative on Song Ying’s mother’s side, Song Shihe should have come too, but he was under house arrest, and his relationship with Song Ying wasn’t great.

So Han Zhu led a few Han family members and younger Song family juniors to block the gates of the Marquis’ Manor.

Han Zhu stood at the front and said, “General Huo, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”

Seeing the scene, Huo Zhen wasn’t the least bit afraid.

He dismounted and waved to his brothers, “Uncle, I got this! Alright, boys, scatter the money—!”

Yang Hu, Mo Qi, and Fu An each pulled out handfuls of red envelopes and flung them into the air.

Red envelopes fluttered everywhere, and the crowd erupted in excitement.

Han Zhu had planned to hold out a little longer, but Huo Zhen came straight up and handed him a particularly fat red envelope. “Uncle, this one’s just for you.”

After taking the envelope, Han Zhu didn’t press further. He was just as eager to see Song Ying leave the house in good spirits.

“Well, seeing what you and Aying have been through, I won’t make things hard for you today.”

Faer was still standing in the middle of the doorway with her hands on her hips. “Do you know how hard this servant has—”

Before she could finish, Huo Zhen shoved two thick red envelopes, nearly the size of Han Zhu’s into her hands. “Will that do?”

Faer felt the weight and happily nodded. “Okay, please come in!”

Song Ying had originally planned to stall a bit longer and maybe even grab a bite to eat.

But Faer dashed inside and announced gleefully, “The groom’s here!”

Song Ying: …

That fast?!

“Did you guys stop him seriously?”

When Song Ying saw the two thick red envelopes in Faer’s hands, she understood.

The final hurdle was the bridesmaid.

But Huo Zhen already had experience. He didn’t even wait for the bridesmaid to speak, he just handed over the money.

Since benefits were gained, the marriage would naturally go smoothly.

“Aying, I’m here to pick you up.”

Huo Zhen was dressed splendidly and looked very handsome today.

As soon as he got close, Song Ying caught a whiff of floral fragrance from him.

She quietly asked, “Took a flower petal bath again?”

Huo Zhen: “Of course. I want to give you the best-smelling version of me.”

Song Ying was amused.

Idiot.

The two of them went to the courtyard to meet Song Jinzhuo and his wife.

Song Ying raised a round fan to cover her face, but her eyes didn’t stay idle. She noticed that the person who was supposed to stand beside Song Jinzhuo, Song Shihe, had been replaced by Fifteen.

Under the bridesmaid’s guidance, Song Ying and Huo Zhen offered tea, bowed, and listened to some formal blessings from Song Jinzhuo and his wife. Then Huo Zhen carried Song Ying out of the Song Mansion.

The moment he stepped out of the gate carrying her, Song Ying couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally out.

The wedding procession marched toward the General’s Mansion in grand fashion.

Huo Zhen rode at the front, turning back from time to time to look at the wedding sedan behind him.

His Aying was sitting inside.

Yang Hu and the other two looked at the silly expression on Huo Zhen’s face and began chatting. “I thought we’d be stalled for a long time, but we picked up our sister-in-law so easily.”

Mo Qi: “That’s because big bro learned from watching so many other bride pickups. As long as the red envelopes are fat enough, there’s no obstacle.”

Fu An had tears in his eyes: “Finally, finally big brother is getting married. It wasn’t easy.”

Mo Qi: “Hey, this is only the beginning. When we return to the General’s Mansion, we’ll face thousands of troops. I’ll bet you’ll crawl back.”

Yang Hu hissed, “I heard that group of civil officials has been drinking. How about the four of us take turns battling them?”

Fu An: “What’s there to fear? Sister-in-law already said the wine is watered down. No matter how much they drink, can they outdrink water?”

Mo Qi: “Don’t get cocky. Those civil officials are crafty especially the ones who don’t like big brother.”

Yang Hu: “Don’t be afraid. If wine comes, drink it.”

Fu An: “Exactly, drink and be done with it.”

Mo Qi: “Damn!”

Huo Zhen turned around and asked, “What are you three scheming about? Who are you planning to ambush?”

The trio: “Hehe, nothing, big brother. Watch the road!”

Huo Zhen: “Tsk, three idiots.”

—

Inside the wedding sedan.

Song Ying hadn’t eaten breakfast, and she clutched her stomach.

“Princess.”

“Hm?”

Something wrapped in oil paper was tossed in by Faer.

Song Ying opened it, it was a sweet bun.

Faer said, “Princess, eat this first. Once we get to the General’s Mansion, I’ll find you something better to eat.”

Song Ying: “Okay.”

The scene of Faer tossing food into the sedan was spotted by Wen Jun from the second floor of a teahouse.

He chuckled and drained the wine in his hand.

Then he turned to Yue Shaozhi behind him and said, “Your ex-wife is getting married. You’re her brother-in-law, shouldn’t you attend the wedding?”

Yue Shaozhi: “You called me out just for this?”

Wen Jun walked toward him. “I’m heading to the wedding now. Want to come along?”