Chapter 132 Calm Down

Xiao Jue was also wearing a rare bright red outfit, which made him look exceptionally refined and elegant. It was just a pity that he was in a wheelchair and his face was covered with scars, which always affected his appearance.

As requested by Xiao Jue, Hong Shan actually tied a large red flower to his cart, exuding a festive feeling from the inside out.

Through the thin red veil, Xie Qingran couldn't see the person sitting in the wheelchair clearly, but she still couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.

She stepped forward and stood quietly and respectfully beside Xiao Jue, offering Xie Yankang tea.

"Father, have some tea."

Xiao Jue stepped forward, picked up a teacup, and handed it to Xie Yankang.

"Father-in-law, please have some tea."

That address of "Father-in-law" made Xie Yankang's heart tremble.

He immediately accepted the teacup, flattered and surprised, and after taking a sip, his eyes reddened.

"well."

"Seeing how diligently the young master is working, I am relieved."

"My dear daughter, once you're at the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion, you must live a good life."

Go!

As Xie Yankang spoke, he suddenly broke down in tears, which fell uncontrollably one by one.

Even through the thin veil, his tears could be seen, but unfortunately, Xie Qingran's heart remained unmoved.

She bowed respectfully to Xie Yankang, then turned around, glanced at Xiao Jue, and strode outside.

Hongshan pushed Xiao Jue, and the two walked out of the Xie family home side by side.

Xie Zhaoye stood at the gate. According to custom, he, as the elder brother, should escort his younger sister to her wedding.

This was the first time Xie Zhaoye had seen Xie Qingran dressed so brightly. He felt a pang of sadness and emotion. He stepped forward and took the red silk in her hand: "Walk slowly."

Xie Qingran, unusually, did not refute him, but silently followed beside him, walking step by step towards her bridal sedan chair.

Just before she was about to get into the bridal sedan chair, Xie Zhaoye suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Qingran, I'm sorry for everything that happened in the past, but you must remember that I am your brother, your own brother."

"If you've been wronged, just come back and tell me, and I'll help you get revenge!"

"You...you should stop scolding me all the time."

Xie Zhaoye sounded somewhat aggrieved at the end of his speech.

He just wanted a younger sister as gentle as Hanyue, but his own sister was cold and indifferent to him.

He always wanted to make a scene, but no matter what he did, the distance between the two seemed to grow further and further apart.

Today, seeing that Xie Qingran was about to become someone else's person, he couldn't help but speak his mind.

Xie Qingran did not reply, but simply grabbed the red silk and strode into the bridal sedan chair.

"What an ingrate! So impatient!"

Xie Zhaoye cursed angrily, but then regretted it.

"You...remember to come home often."

"Bon Voyage."

Xie Zhaoye took a step back, his voice trembling with tears, and shouted at the bridal sedan chair.

Xie Qingran's eyes reddened slightly. Once upon a time, what she wanted most and looked forward to most was the love and affection of her family.

But for some reason, now that she has finally obtained all of this, she only feels a deep sadness in her heart and feels even more sorry for her past self.

Xiao Jue's legs were too weak to stand up, so he couldn't ride a horse, but even sitting in a wheelchair, he exuded an imposing aura.

The fifth prince was also by his side, showing off his status.

Xie Qingran quietly lifted her veil and looked out through the curtain. When she saw Xiao Jue's back, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly, and her eyes revealed a hint of sweetness.

To demonstrate the imperial favor, Xie Qingran's bridal sedan chair will circle the capital once, so that the whole world will know that His Majesty has not forgotten the merits of the Duke of Zhenguo's family and continues to treat them well as always!

After being injured, Xiao Jue was unwilling to go out, but today, he patiently followed the wedding procession and drove around the streets of the capital for a long time.

The whole street was filled with joy. Even though the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion was not as prosperous as before, it was still a prestigious family and a family of loyal martyrs. The people spontaneously stood on both sides of the street, and many even spontaneously added to the joy by holding flower petals and scattering them as the bridal sedan chair passed by.

Congratulations, Your Highness!

Congratulations, Princess Consort!

Everyone knelt down, offering heartfelt congratulations.

Xie Qingran's eyebrows furrowed. Although she was deeply moved by the people's sincerity, she was afraid that if the emperor saw this, he would become suspicious.

The Duke of Zhenguo's mansion is now in the eye of the storm. The remaining family members, including the elderly, children, and widows, can no longer afford any more trouble.

Ideally, a wedding should be as low-key as possible, but it has turned out like this.

As she walked, Xie Qingran suddenly realized something was wrong. Her head was spinning, and she felt drowsy. A familiar scent lingered around her nose.

Oh no, I've been infected!

Xie Qingran's first reaction was to quickly remove the hairpin from her head and plunge it into her thigh, forcing herself to remain calm.

She gritted her teeth: "Baozhu."

"Miss?"

Upon hearing Xie Qingran's voice, Baozhu quickly stepped forward and pressed herself against the bridal sedan chair.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Xie Qingran almost gritted her teeth as she spoke: "Someone drugged me. I'm feeling unbearably hot all over, and I don't know how long I can control it. I can't embarrass myself in public today. I need to tell the Crown Prince and ask him to help me find a solution."

"yes."

Baozhu immediately agreed and quickly walked to Xiao Jue's side, leaning close to his wheelchair, and quietly repeated Xie Qingran's words.

Xiao Jue remained expressionless, but his hands, hidden beneath his wide sleeves, clenched into fists.

Using such dirty tricks on the bride's wedding day is truly despicable!

Xiao Jue glanced at the Fifth Prince beside him and gestured for him to go to the bridal sedan chair and resolve Xie Qingran's problem.

The Fifth Prince was stunned for a moment, then, after realizing what was happening, he quietly slowed his pace and shuffled to the side of the bridal sedan chair.

"Miss Xie, what's wrong?"

The Fifth Prince's voice came, and Xie Qingran had already stabbed her leg several times with the gold hairpin in her hand.

She took a deep breath, desperately suppressing the heat surging through her body: "Someone drugged me. I'm unbearably hot now. Please, Fifth Prince, give me some borneol so I can get through the wedding ceremony."

"You wait."

Having grown up in the Fifth Prince's palace, he had seen far too many of these dirty tricks. He immediately understood what was going on, quickly brought out some borneol, and passed it in through the window.

Xie Qingran stuffed all the icing into her chest, forcefully suppressing the burning sensation. She filled her mouth with icing, wrapped the icing in a handkerchief, and held it above her head, completely enveloping herself in icing. Finally, she calmed down.