Chapter 397: The Wedding in Three Days
It seems this invitation was specially sent by the person who wanted to annoy their master.
Zhong Heng tentatively picked up the invitation and saw that the wedding was in three days. No wonder his master was angry.
What are your plans?
Yu Shiyan propped his head up, rubbing his brow with his long, slender fingers. "You guys go out first, I need to be alone for a while."
Bai Tu and Zhong Heng exchanged a glance, said nothing more, closed the door, and left.
He rubbed his temples until they ached before getting up and walking to the bookshelf. He pressed a mechanism, and with a "click," a hidden compartment popped out, filled with her belongings.
The purse she gave to Wan Qiyao as collateral, the token of their love that she was tricked into giving him in a daze in order to keep his secret, and the two red beans she prepared as a birthday gift.
Even just a glance can evoke many memories of the little tit. It turns out that she spent much more time with me than when we parted, but now it feels like the opposite.
Yu Shiyan put the red beans back and pressed the mechanism again. When the mechanism's gear shaft stopped turning, the room was quiet except for the sound of rain pattering in his ears.
What is she doing right now?
According to Zhong Heng's report that she takes a bowl of medicine every day, she should have to eat several candied fruits to mask the bitterness.
Is it raining in the north right now?
...
"Princess, this is a wedding dress sent by the palace embroiderers. Please try it on to see if it fits."
Dongru ran in carrying a carved jade tray with lily of the valley carved on it, and presented her with a heavy phoenix coronet and wedding gown. Two rows of maids followed her in, filled with dazzling jade, jewels and kingfisher feathers.
Yuan Siyin, wrapped in a warm fox fur coat, leaned against the chaise longue. Her skin appeared even whiter and almost transparent against the backdrop of her snow-white scarf. Only the corners of her eyes held a faint red hue, making her so beautiful that one's heart skipped a beat.
She held a storybook in her hands, her slender, fair fingers slowly brushing across a page. Apart from being extremely sensitive to the cold, she showed no signs of being a patient.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Siyin slowly raised her head to look at the bright red wedding dress in Dongru's hand. As if stung by the color, her delicate brows furrowed imperceptibly. "Put it down and let them all leave."
After spending these days together, everyone has gotten to know the princess's temperament quite well. She is easy to get along with, but she often chooses to remain silent when she is in a bad mood.
For example, right now.
The palace servants obediently put down their clothes and jewelry and left, leaving only Dongru to serve in the hall.
"What's wrong, Princess? Are you in a bad mood? Shall I tell you a joke?"
Dongru walked to her side, filled the jade cup with tea, and handed it to her.
"Um."
Yuan Siyin took the jade cup, took a sip, and then turned her attention back to the picture album, responding softly with a nasal tone, which was her way of agreeing.
"Once upon a time, there was a steamed bun that got hungry while walking down the street, so it ate itself."
Yuan Siyin paused for a moment, and seeing that there was still no follow-up, she looked up at her and asked, "And then?"
Dongru tilted her head and blinked: "I'm done."
Yuan Siyin: "..."
It's summer, don't force her to change to a different season, she's already feeling cold.
"Dongru, she can't stand hearing these things."
Suddenly, the sound of wheels turning came from the doorway, and then Nalan Jue appeared outside the hall pushing a wheelchair.
Because of his leg problems, since he ascended the throne, all the palaces, big and small, have had their thresholds removed, except for Qinghua Palace, where Yuan Siyin lived, which remained untouched.
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