Chapter 93 The Marquis's Commoner Wife 3

Finally, the marriage between Zhennan Marquis and Ning Yan was settled. The wedding date was set for March, when autumn would arrive and the weather would be cool, making the wedding banquet less of a hardship.

To be honest, Han Yongjin was a bit too hasty. The date he chose was too close to the wedding. If he hadn't prepared in advance, three months wouldn't have been enough time to embroider a wedding dress.

Fortunately, he had a solution: he simply asked several embroiderers to work together, so Ning Yan would only need to sew a couple of stitches.

Ning Yan, the bride, had a very relaxed life. She didn't have to worry about anything; Han Yongjin had arranged everything for her, including her dowry.

There was nothing they could do; the Ning family was poor.

After being harassed last time, given the original owner's personality, she wouldn't dare to show her face in the city again. So, whenever she had free time, Ning Yan would carry a small basket and go for a walk in the mountains. When she came back, the basket would be filled with a lot of wild grass.

Seeing the grass drying in the yard, the Ning family assumed their younger sister was nervous about her upcoming wedding and was playing with the grass. After all, the Han family was very wealthy and powerful, so some anxiety was understandable. Let her play with the grass if she wanted.

Ning Yan was unaware of her family's thoughts. After the "herbs" were prepared, they were quickly made into various pills.

March passed in the blink of an eye. On this day, Han Yongjin rode a tall horse to welcome the man into the Zhennan Marquis's residence.

The wedding was very lively. The Marquis of Zhennan's subordinates kept pouring him wine, so much so that he was eventually helped into the bridal chamber by two servants.

After everyone had left, the Marquis of Zhennan immediately sat up from the bed.

Ning Yan exclaimed in surprise, "My lord, are you pretending to be drunk?"

Han Yongjin said smugly, "Tonight is our wedding night, how can we really get drunk?"

However, shouldn't you change your form of address, Madam? "Lord Marquis" is a title for outsiders; you should call me husband.

Ning Yan blushed, glanced at the man secretly, and quickly lowered her head. "Husband, my lord."

Han Yongjin felt that the more he looked at the beauty under the lamp, the more beautiful she became, and he was so beautiful that he was restless!

"My wife, I'll go wash up first, please wait a moment."

He could tell that Ning Yan had already showered, changed her clothes, and wasn't even wearing makeup, yet she looked even more beautiful than when she was wearing makeup!

He became even more anxious.

After a quick shower, the man returned to the bedroom in his undergarments. Ning Yan was sitting at the dressing table combing her hair when Han Yongjin walked over, bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and Ning Yan let out a soft cry, "Madam, we should retire for the night."

After saying that, he strode toward the bed.

The fiery red curtains embroidered with mandarin ducks with intertwined necks fell down, and it was truly:

The wedding night is a beautiful scene, a perfect day, yet I feel a deep sorrow for this woman of unparalleled beauty.

The delicate pillow is stirred by the autumn night, and the new clothes are removed, igniting desire.

At the hour of Yin (3-5 AM), Han Yongjin helped Ning Yan clean up and carried her to bed. He held her tightly in his arms, and Ning Yan was so frightened that she quickly begged for mercy, "No, no, husband, I'm so tired and sleepy, please let me sleep for a while."

If we don't go to sleep soon, it will be dawn.

Han Yongjin chuckled softly, "Your husband won't touch you anymore, go to sleep, be good."

Seeing that he really didn't mean it that way, Ning Yan closed her eyes in his arms, feeling at ease.

At the hour of Chen (7-9 AM), the old lady waited in the main hall, having drunk countless cups of tea, but the new bride still hadn't come to serve her tea. The longer she waited, the more annoyed she became. Finally, she ordered her head maid to go and invite her.

When Chunhong arrived at the main courtyard, there was not a sound at all.

She was a favorite of the old lady, a first-class maid, and was called Sister Chunhong wherever she went.

Even upon arriving at the main courtyard, several servants waiting outside called out to her. Chunhong glanced resentfully at the door of the main room, "It's getting late. The old lady is still waiting for the new bride to serve tea in the Shou'an Hall."

"Madam comes from the countryside and doesn't know many of the proper etiquette. You servants must remind her, because a breach of manners is a disgrace to our Marquis's mansion!"

The head maid assigned to serve Ning Yan: Is this really something a maid should say? Why does she sound like a mother-in-law lecturing her?

Moreover, the Marquis is still inside; which of them, as servants, would dare to go in and disturb his rest?

Han Yongjin has practiced martial arts since childhood and has excellent hearing. Even if he is asleep, he will be immediately awakened by the slightest noise outside.

He heard Chunhong's words clearly.

He pulled his arm out, covered himself with the blanket, then put on his coat and opened the door.

"Lie Feng." His voice was deep and not loud, but it was clear enough for the people at the gate to hear him.

"Your subordinate is here."

Chunhong, in a delicate manner, also wanted to offer Han Yong a bow.

But Han Yongjin didn't give her the chance at all. "Drag this lowly maid who wants to be my concubine down and give her eighty lashes! Find a secluded place to beat her, and make sure not to wake the madam."

Lie Feng looked at Chun Hong with a hint of sympathy. "Why did you have to do such a good thing during your prime years? You had to come to the main courtyard and cause trouble, taking a maid's wages while worrying about a mistress. Now look what happened, you've lost your life."

With a wave of his hand, before the panicked Chunhong could kneel down and beg for mercy, two servants pounced on her and covered her mouth.

These men had all followed the Marquis to the battlefield, where orders were strictly obeyed.

The Marquis said that the lady must not be woken up, so no one should make a sound. If Chunhong were to make a sound, they would be the ones to be punished with eighty strokes of the cane.

They would never make such a mistake!

Soon, Chunhong was gagged and dragged away.

The eight maids assigned to the main courtyard to take care of Ning Yan all secretly warned themselves: they must not get carried away, they must not get carried away, they must serve the madam well and not have any other thoughts, otherwise they would really lose their lives!

Eighty strokes of the cane, not eighty strokes of the hand, would be enough to kill a young woman, leaving her barely clinging to life.

Chunhong wasn't so lucky; she stopped breathing after the thirty-seventh stroke.

But the two servants carrying out the punishment didn't stop until they had finished administering all eighty strokes of the cane.

Then, the tattered mat was rolled up and thrown into a mass grave by the servants.

The old lady, who was still waiting for Ning Yan to serve tea at Shou'an Hall, received the news that Chunhong had been beaten to death.

Everyone in Shou'an Hall looked terrified. What had Chunhong done to lose her life just for delivering a message?

The old lady was trembling with anger. On the very first day of her new marriage, her good son had beaten and killed her maid. Where could she put her face now?

And that village woman, she's really something! Not only did she manage to seduce Jin'er into marrying her, but she also managed to get Jin'er to protect her so much. She's truly a vixen reincarnated!

"Bastard! Bastard!! Bastard!!!"

Even the old nanny who had served the old lady for over thirty years didn't know who she was cursing with those three "bastards." Perhaps it was both the Marquis and his wife!

The old lady wanted to call her son to Shou'an Hall and give him a good scolding, but the people around her knelt down and begged her to calm down, because they were also afraid of dying, and Chunhong's body was not completely cold yet!

(End of this chapter)