"A-Yue, kneel and pay respects to the spirit tablet of our late father." Zhao Yunke's voice rang in her ears.
She was gently helped to kneel down.
Zhao Yunke glanced at the matchmaker, who immediately understood and shouted, "Second bow to the parents!"
The two knelt in worship.
After the ceremony, he was helped up, and the matchmaker called out again, "Husband and wife bow to each other!"
The two bowed to each other.
Zhao Yunke took Song Yue's hand and escorted her away, while Zhao Zhiyan stared intently at the two figures from behind.
It was almost blinding.
"A-Yue." Zhao Yunke's breathing became a little rapid.
Song Yue gripped his wrist tightly. She had already sensed something was wrong. A chill was surging within him, and if he hadn't relied on his strong willpower to hold on, he would have collapsed long ago.
She lifted the red veil, lifted her skirt with one hand, and held him tightly with the other: "Let's talk inside."
The moment he pushed open the door, Zhao Yunke swayed and fell into Song Yue's arms. She touched his forehead; it was burning hot.
"The prince fell ill the day before yesterday, and he almost couldn't get out of bed yesterday," the personal guard said.
Song Yue helped the person to the couch.
A servant came to announce that the guests were still waiting for the prince. Song Yue frowned, but Yun Dong said, "Don't worry, Miss. Prince Jing is right ahead, and he has also invited Prince Shen's son to drink with him."
Big brother's here?
She was surprised.
There was no time to worry about anything else now. She touched Zhao Yunke's wrist and beckoned Yun Dong: "Go prepare hot water."
"yes."
Hot water was quickly prepared in the side room.
After Song Yue prepared the medicine and sprinkled it in, she used silver needles to protect Zhao Yunke's pulse, and then had someone carry him to the bathtub to soak.
He is currently cold inside but hot outside, and needs to expel the coldness as soon as possible.
Fortunately, she had given Zhao Yunke acupuncture quite often over the past three years, which made his pulse smoother.
The servant boy, Yun Dong, blocked the way outside the door.
The room was quiet.
After a long while, a muffled groan was heard.
"Third Miss, the Prince has woken up," the personal guard called out.
The person was pulled out of the water, dressed, and placed on the couch. Zhao Yunke clenched his fist and coughed softly, "Cousin..."
"Your Highness may call me A-Yue from now on."
She only allows people she's closest to to call her that.
Clearly, she accepted Zhao Yunke.
"A-Yue," Zhao Yunke said softly, with a hint of regret, "I'm sorry you had to suffer today."
Under the lamplight, the girl's bright and beautiful face was captivating, and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Today has been excellent."
If we don't get married today, who knows what other troubles might arise in the future.
She always felt that the poisoning of the old lady was intentional.
Zhao Yunke put his wedding dress back on, touched Song Yue's delicate wrist, and suddenly felt his ears turn red: "I'll go ahead first."
She was exhausted after two days and nights without sleep.
"Miss!" Granny Zhang entered the room with a cold face and whispered in Song Yue's ear, "The Grand Madam has passed away. The Duke of Jingguo's mansion will announce the death tomorrow."
Song Yue nodded; this matter couldn't be kept secret anyway.
She sat on the couch, removed all the jewelry from her head, changed into a red undergarment, and looked around the room. The large room was decorated very elegantly.
The style is very similar to the Moon Pavilion where she used to live.
On the wall hung a copy of a landscape painting she had made herself, with a calligraphy inscription by Zhao Yunke. Song Yue's eyes lit up.
The vase on the flower stand was her favorite style, with peonies blooming gracefully and slowly, and a faint fragrance of jasmine filling the room.
“This servant has seen it. This courtyard is called Songzhu Pavilion. The exterior is decorated very well. Miss… judging by my own words, I should call you Princess Consort. The Princess Consort will surely like it.” Zhang Mama’s eyes reddened, and she actually felt a sense of relief.
Song Yue nodded.
At this moment, the maid brought in the meal: "His Highness had someone cook a bowl of shredded chicken noodles and two plates of freshly baked pastries."
The steaming chicken noodles, topped with a sprinkle of chopped scallions, smelled delicious and instantly whetted her appetite.
She looked at the maid.
“This servant is Amber, the head maid of Songzhu Pavilion. My parents are both in the mansion. I am a servant born into the family. Last year, I was betrothed to the steward of the mansion,” Amber said fluently.
Song Yue smiled slightly, picked up her chopsticks and ate most of a bowl of noodles, then drank half a cup of tea. She rubbed her stomach, feeling incredibly comfortable.
Hearing the commotion ahead, Song Yue glanced at Yun Dong, who stepped back and returned a moment later: "The people haven't left yet. Prince Jing and Prince Shen are handling the drinking for the Prince, so the civil and military officials don't dare to cause too much trouble. There's no problem for now."
What puzzled her was that Zhao Zhiyan hadn't left yet!
This person is really strange.
It was getting dark by then.
The guests had mostly left, but Zhao Zhiyan remained seated firmly at the head of the table, while Zhao Yunke frowned and walked towards him.
"Eighth Imperial Uncle".
Zhao Zhiyan looked up and met Zhao Yunke's gaze.
The two locked eyes, their resentment palpable.
"Yun Ke, why do you like her?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
She has countless flaws and many people dislike her, so why does Zhao Yunke insist on having her?
Zhao Yunke pursed his lips and said, "There's no reason."
“Yunke…”
“Uncle, from this day forward she is my wife.” Zhao Yunke interrupted him, a cold glint in his dark eyes: “Before, I respected you.”
From this day forward, their relationship is completely severed.
Zhao Zhiyan's body trembled.
"Imperial Uncle, I brought Lady Song into my family with great pomp and circumstance. From now on, anyone who dares to disrespect Lady Song will be my enemy." Zhao Yunke raised a cup of wine in his hand, held it high, and drank it all in one gulp.
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