Chapter 770 Young Master Qi is Impatient

Lin Yuesha tried to discern something from the pockmarked face, but the other person was wearing a mask, and she couldn't sense their emotions.

The Prince of Luo is poisoned and about to die young. What will Xu Da do?

“Miss, Young Master Luo and Lord Xu are innocent.”

Bai Cha kindly defended Prince Luo, but Lin Yuesha gave her a sharp rap on the head instead. "What I mean is, if Young Master Luo is gone, my cousin won't even have a reference point. After the war ends, he'll have to obediently get married and have children."

For some reason, when Lin Yuesha heard that Luo Wang had been poisoned, she was only a little anxious and not sad. She believed that her intuition was very accurate.

"There is no cure yet, and we don't know how long it will take."

Xiao Qi sighed deeply, because he had taught his little sister a lot, which made Lin Yuesha very difficult to fool now.

"In that case, if I were to go back to the Northwest with you, it would take me eight or ten days. Can Young Master Luo endure that?"

Lin Yuesha almost said someone was dead, and she doesn't know whether she should believe it or not.

"I think so."

Xiao Qi quickly tried to smooth things over, saying, "He won't feel at ease until he sees us get married."

"No, Young Master Luo isn't that kind of person. If he were, why wouldn't he take someone down with him before he dies and get married first?"

Lin Yuesha promptly raised her doubts.

Xiao Qi: ...

The question was too pointed, and for a moment he couldn't respond.

"So, he definitely wasn't doing this to bring good luck, otherwise he could have done it while he still had a breath left. He really treats you like a junior."

Lin Yuesha analyzed that she was convinced by her own reasoning.

"Right?"

Xiao Qi's heart, which had been racing, was pulled back again; no one could match his younger sister's logic.

He had intended to use Prince Luo to gain sympathy, but now he was stuck in the middle and couldn't continue. Fortunately, Lin Yuesha gave him a way out, saying, "Anyway, we're already engaged. Getting married in front of Young Master Luo won't damage my reputation."

These days, women aren't treated with much leniency. If women could stand up for themselves, things wouldn't be so terrible.

Marriage can no longer bind a woman for life. After marriage, she can still divorce, and if she really can't make it work, she can find a second spring.

With this thought in mind, Lin Yuesha paid less attention to the matter of getting married.

Anyway, she got engaged to the pockmarked man and received a large dowry. Even if she were sold, it would be for the highest price.

After comforting herself, Lin Yuesha realized that getting married wasn't difficult. She had been rescued by the pockmarked man several times and finally agreed from the bottom of her heart.

But after she got married, when she saw the stunningly handsome man Ziyuan who had come with all his wealth, she suddenly realized that the pockmarked man was really cunning, and that she had underestimated herself. She clearly deserved an even more handsome man!

“I haven’t reached marriageable age yet, and my parents and elder brother are not in the Northwest. What I can do is to have a fake marriage with you so that Young Master Luo can fulfill his wish.”

Lin Yuesha and the pockmarked woman discussed that if Prince Luo ended up safe and sound, she couldn't afford to pay too much.

"Okay."

Who cares if it's a real or fake marriage? As long as they bow to heaven and earth, they're his. Xiao Qi readily agreed.

After reaching an agreement, the two boarded Lin Yuesha's carriage together, bid farewell to Mo Datou's family, and headed straight for Qincheng.

Inside the carriage, each lost in their own thoughts, neither spoke.

Upon returning to Qin City, a subordinate immediately reported back. Xiao Qi then rode out again. Only after the subordinate left did Bai Cha ask, "Miss, are we going to the Northwest?"

"Yes, we need to prepare in advance."

Lin Yuesha didn't want to go, but since Young Master Luo was almost gone, she decided to see him one last time and, incidentally, stage a fake marriage.

For her, the fake marriage was like playing a corpse in the Qiuyue Opera—just a role, not something to be taken too seriously.

Speaking of the Qiuyue Class, Lin Yuesha estimated that the day the Qiuyue Class would arrive in the Northwest was getting closer, and she would have to arrange accommodations for the Qiuyue Class members in the Northwest.

On this trip to the Northwest, Lin Yuesha really wanted to bring the sisters from the First Village with her.

These women were just as capable as men, and could achieve great things on the battlefield, no less so than men. However, like Yang Qing, they were buried in the Forty-Eight Villages and their talents were completely forgotten.

Dr. Yan said she wanted to set up dozens of medical teams to carry people down from the battlefield and provide timely rescue, which could greatly reduce casualties.

No one is more suitable to be a member of the medical team than the sisters of the First Village. They are bold and meticulous, can help take care of the wounded, and are not so concerned about the separation of men and women.

Those women have had painful experiences, and this is a great opportunity for them to truly stand up.

Back in the courtyard, Lin Yuesha went to see Jiang Baozhu first. She was about to talk about her experiences in the Forty-Eight Villages when Jiang Baozhu interrupted her, saying, "I heard you're getting married. Why so soon?"

"marriage?"

Lin Yuesha was startled. She needed to explain that it was a fake marriage, a far cry from a real marriage.

She hadn't reached marriageable age yet; she had simply fulfilled one of the wishes of the Prince of Luo.

"I heard it from the servants in this courtyard: Young Master Qi ordered his men to search all the wedding shops in Qincheng and gather all kinds of wedding clothes for you to choose from."

Jiang Baozhu leaned against the bed and clapped her hands. The pockmarked man took Lin Yuesha to the Northwest to get married. She was injured and could not travel far, so she had to stay in Qincheng to recuperate.

"Even if it's a fake marriage, as your older sister, I still want to see you in your wedding dress and with a red veil on."

As Jiang Baozhu spoke, tears of excitement welled up in her eyes. She was even more excited about Lin Yuesha's marriage than she was about her own, but unfortunately, she couldn't be there to witness it.

“Sister Baozhu, have you forgotten what the old monk of Yutan Temple said? I can only get married when I am eighteen.”

Lin Yuesha smiled and said that before this, it was just a warm-up to let her familiarize herself with the process and gain some experience.

"Young Master Qi is impatient; he may not be able to wait until you are eighteen."

After Jiang Baozhu finished speaking, she burst into laughter. "A daughter is not meant to be kept at home once she grows up. Keeping her here and there will only lead to enmity!"

"That's not necessarily true. If someone even more handsome and willing to offer more money comes to propose, I might waver."

Lin Yuesha patted Jiang Baozhu's hand. The two sisters had to have a proper order of marriage. Jiang Baozhu should get married first, and as a member of her maternal family, she should send Baozhu off to her wedding first.

Leaving that aside, Lin Yuesha recounted her experiences at the First Village, praising Qiu Niang highly.

"Such an extraordinary woman, she is truly admirable."

Not everyone has the courage to stand up again. Jiang Baozhu's past life was a complete mess, and she hasn't achieved much success since. When she heard Lin Yuesha talk about the sisters of the First Village, she couldn't wait to join the First Village.

Women should be independent, resilient, and not dependent on anyone; she hasn't done enough for herself.

Especially recently, with my injury and confined to bed, this feeling of loneliness is even stronger.

Jiang Baozhu refused to acknowledge her weakness; she longed to return to the time when her parents were still alive, when at least her family was complete.

With her parents to rely on, she rarely left the house. But without them, she followed Lin Yuesha and met Gu Yi. Gu Yi was all she could think about. Jiang Baozhu felt like a rootless duckweed, wanting to put down roots wherever she went.