N-M Chapter 172 The Wedding Procession
Chapter 172 The Wedding Procession
She shouted towards the door.
"Your Highness, listen carefully!"
"What does Yaoyao like to eat the most?"
Without a second thought, Xiao Chenyuan replied, "Roasted chestnuts, osmanthus cake, and eight-treasure roast duck."
Anar paused, then asked, "What does she hate the most?"
"Get up early."
Everyone stifled their laughter.
What happens when she's angry?
"Bite."
Everyone burst into laughter.
Anar continued to ask.
Who do you hate the most?
"Xiao Qiming".
Everyone: ...
Is this something I can just say directly?
"What is she most afraid of?"
Xiao Chenyuan remained silent for a moment.
"I'm afraid I'll get hurt."
Everyone suddenly fell silent.
Anar opened her mouth, uh... she was supposed to be in a difficult position, but she ended up being fed a mouthful of dog food.
Su Qingrun sighed, stepped forward, and opened the door herself.
He looked at the man in the bright red wedding robes, and at the rare gentleness in his cool and aloof eyes, and suddenly felt relieved.
"Come in," he said.
Xiao Chenyuan dismounted and bowed deeply to him.
"Thank you, brother."
"Let's go in together."
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In Su Yaoyao's boudoir,
Madam Jiang stood up and took the red veil from the nanny.
"Yaoyao," she said, her voice trembling slightly, looking at Su Yaoyao, "Grandma will cover you up."
Su Yaoyao sat down obediently.
The bright red veil fell, obscuring the view.
All that was left in front of me was red.
But she wasn't afraid.
Because she knew that the moment the veil was lifted, she would see him.
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After crossing the courtyard and the corridor, Xiao Chenyuan finally arrived at the door.
He stood at the doorway, suddenly feeling a little nervous.
The door opened.
Xiao Chenyuan took a deep breath and stepped inside.
The room was full of people, but he only had eyes for that one person.
His bride sat gracefully by the bed, adorned in a phoenix coronet and wedding gown, her face veiled in red.
Xiao Chenyuan's breath hitched for a moment.
Just looking at that figure made his heart melt.
He had seen her countless times.
I've seen her charming appearance, her cunning appearance, her angry appearance, and her crying appearance.
But at this moment, she sat there quietly, dressed in her wedding gown—
He suddenly felt that his life had been worthwhile.
He walked over step by step, each step punctuated by his own heartbeat.
He walked over and stopped in front of her.
A red veil covered her face, revealing only a pair of fair hands, which were placed neatly on her knees.
Xiao Chenyuan reached out his hand, then stopped.
He suddenly felt a little nervous.
I've never felt so nervous in my life.
For a moment, I didn't know how to react.
Su Yaoyao lowered her head and could only see a pair of bright red wedding boots standing in front of her.
My heart suddenly started beating faster.
Xiao Chenyuan stared at her for a long time.
Then he slowly squatted down.
He couldn't see her face through the veil, but he knew that her eyes were looking at him from beneath it.
"Graceful".
He spoke those two words, but his voice was terribly hoarse.
Xiao Chenyuan took her hand.
Her hands were trembling slightly.
"finally……"
"I've come to marry you."
She wanted to speak, but her throat felt like it was blocked by something.
Old Madam Jiang walked over, put one end of the red silk into his hand, and the other end into Su Yaoyao's hand.
"Your Highness," her eyes were slightly red, "I'm entrusting Yaoyao to you."
She patted Su Yaoyao's shoulder, "Good girl, be good in the East Palace, and don't let yourself be wronged."
Su Yaoyao's eyes welled up with tears.
She knelt down and solemnly kowtowed three times.
"Grandma, thank you for loving me all these years."
Old Madam Jiang helped her up, and tears finally fell from her eyes.
"Go, go."
Su Qingrun walked over and squatted down in front of her.
"Get on. I'll carry you out the door," he said in a muffled voice.
Su Yaoyao climbed onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Su Qingrun stood up and carried her outside.
"Brother," Su Yaoyao called softly.
"Um?"
"Thank you."
Su Qingrun paused in her steps.
"...Silly girl."
Su Yaoyao was lying on his back when she suddenly noticed that his shoulders were trembling slightly.
Her nose stung with tears, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck.
"Brother, don't cry."
Who cried?
Your voice is hoarse.
"...That's smoked."
Su Yaoyao smiled, but tears fell down her face.
"Brother, I'll come back often."
Su Qingrun didn't say anything, but walked forward steadily, step by step.
I walked out of the courtyard, through the corridor, and to the main gate.
The bridal sedan chair was right in front of them.
Su Qingrun put her younger sister down and helped her stand up.
"Slender and graceful," he said.
Su Yaoyao turned around.
Su Qingrun looked at her, her voice a little hoarse.
"If he dares to bully you, I'll tear down the Eastern Palace."
Su Yaoyao held his hand and was reluctant to let go.
"elder brother……"
"Stop dawdling." Su Qingrun turned her face away. "If you dawdle any longer, you'll miss the auspicious time."
Su Yaoyao knew that he was afraid she would see his tears.
Su Qingrun turned to look at Xiao Chenyuan.
"Your Highness."
Xiao Chenyuan looked at him.
"Brother."
Su Qingrun remained silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke.
"Be nice to her."
Xiao Chenyuan looked at him intently.
I swear on my life.
Su Qingrun stared at him for a long time before finally stepping aside.
Xiao Chenyuan held Su Yaoyao's hand and walked step by step toward the bridal sedan chair.
Su Yaoyao couldn't see his face through the red veil, but she could feel the warmth of his palm.
very warm.
Very stable.
"Yaoyao," he whispered.
Through the veil, Su Yaoyao couldn't see his face, but she could feel his gaze.
Burning hot, focused, and exclusively hers.
"Come home with me, my bride."
Su Yaoyao felt a lump in her throat.
"Um."
She spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Xiao Chenyuan held her hand and tightened his grip.
Then, he helped her into the bridal sedan chair.
The sedan curtain fell.
The sound of gongs and drums rang out, and the sound of firecrackers filled the air.
Red paper rained down from the sky, like a red rain.
The bridal sedan chair was slowly lifted up.
The sound of gongs and drums rose, and firecrackers crackled.
Xiao Chenyuan rode his horse at the very front.
He would occasionally turn around to glance at the bridal sedan chair behind him.
He knew she was inside.
His heart was filled to the brim, swelled with joy.
Slender and graceful.
From this day forward, you will be my wife.
The only wife.
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In the distance, on the upper floor of the post station, a figure in crimson stood quietly.
He Qing looked at the bright red bridal sedan chair, the grand wedding procession, and the spirited man riding on horseback.
He stared at it for a long time.
Then he laughed.
The smile was faint, as faint as the wind.
"Happy marriage," he whispered, "Master."
He turned and walked into the shadows.
In my palm, the epiphyllum earring remains as warm and smooth as ever.