Chapter 22: Fighting with the groom on the wedding night—this kind of experience…
Chapter 22
On the day of the wedding.
As soon as Shen Suining was helped into the bridal chamber, she heard that everyone in the room had left. She immediately took off her veil and threw it aside, then ran to the table and picked up a plate of snacks.
I don't know which ancestor set this divine rule, but on the wedding day, the bride not only has to get up very early, but she also can't eat. She almost starved to death on the way.
Shen Suining was eating snacks with her tea when He Hansheng, who was also dressed in a bright red wedding robe, pushed open the door and came in.
The two had just finished their wedding ceremony, and He Hansheng should have been outside receiving guests, not returning so early.
After a moment of eye contact, Shen Suining suddenly felt a little guilty. She didn't know whether to put the half-eaten pastry back or continue eating it, so she simply held it loosely in her hand. "Even though we're newlyweds, you don't need to be in such a hurry to see me, do you?"
Before he could speak, He Hansheng struck him with a palm.
Shen Suining was shocked and quickly dodged to the side. "What's wrong with you? What's gotten into you?"
He Hansheng said coldly, "Didn't the princess want to have a martial arts contest with me? Right now, I happen to want to learn from the princess as well."
"You're sick!" Shen Suining cursed, then dodged another attack.
The large red "double happiness" character in the room fell to the ground with a "thud," and Shen Suining felt both angry and wronged.
On her wedding day, she was hungry and wearing such a heavy wedding dress, and was forced to fight her new husband in the bridal chamber, making a mess of the beautiful bridal chamber. How could that bastard do such a thing!
Ke He Hansheng seemed to have taken the wrong medicine today, and he was relentless, leaping over the table and hacking at her.
When Shen Suining got angry, she took off the phoenix crown she was wearing and threw it on the ground, then slapped him across the face.
A moment later, the room was a mess.
The two were disheveled, looking nothing like newlyweds on their wedding day, but rather as if they had just fled a disaster.
Shen Suining's face turned red with anger. She sat on the ground, her hair disheveled and panting, "Let me make this clear first, it's not that I can't beat you, it's just that this outfit of mine is just too heavy! And I haven't eaten all day!"
He Hansheng was half-squatting not far away, his hair was messy and his face was bruised, he was in no better shape.
But he was absolutely certain in his heart that he had seen almost all of the moves Shen Suining used in her counterattack.
Whether it was in Jiangnan three years ago or in Huadu three years later, He Hansheng and Shen Suining had clashed more than once, both openly and secretly. Although he couldn't say that he had figured out all of Shen Suining's moves, he could predict Shen Suining's next move with almost perfect accuracy.
Moreover, the tone she used when she couldn't win and stubbornly refused to admit it was exactly the same as back then!
"What's wrong with you today?" Shen Suining was unaware that her identity had been discovered. She was only thinking that Shen Yan and the Princess were still outside, and it wouldn't look good if things got out of hand like this. So she suppressed her temper and asked in a gentle tone, "I haven't... offended you recently, have I? If you want to break off the engagement, you can just talk to me directly. What kind of hero takes advantage of someone in distress?"
He Hansheng stood up, staring intently at Shen Suining. After a long while, he spoke: "I was wondering why you were so hostile towards me when we first met, since I have no grudge against Princess Tangxi. Now, I finally understand."
Shen Suining was taken aback and looked at He Hansheng, only to realize that the way he looked at her was no longer like that of a woman he had just met.
Instead, he was looking at an old friend he had known for a long time.
Adding to what He Hansheng said, Shen Suining could easily guess that he probably already knew something. After all, He Hansheng was always very perceptive. Whether it was their fight in the wine cellar or the chase in front of the Marquis's mansion, they could all become clues in his eyes.
Since things had come to this point, Shen Suining had no intention of deliberately hiding it from him, and openly admitted, "That's right, the last archery competition was to get revenge for what happened in your wine cellar that day. Don't you know how hard you hit me? I came to help you out of kindness, and you beat me up like that. Can't I hold a grudge?"
"You can just tell me."
"Tell you what?"
“Name,” He Hansheng said, enunciating each word clearly, “If you had told me your identity back then, I wouldn’t have laid a hand on you.”
Shen Suining felt as if she had heard a ridiculous joke and burst out laughing in anger.
She raised her head. "Let's be reasonable. The situation was that someone poisoned the wine prepared for your family. The source and purpose were unknown, and it was impossible to find out in a short time. I just happened to discover it and learned about the relationship between the Princess and my parents, so I thought I could help. Putting aside my own concerns, you sensed something was wrong with me and were already trying to kill me. If I told you my identity and name, would you trust me completely? Would you be willing to put the antidote given by a woman you only met a few times three years ago into the wine your mother prepared for the guests?"
“You wouldn’t, He Hansheng, that’s why I can’t tell you,” Shen Suining said firmly. “It’s not that I intentionally broke my promise. Although we’ve only known each other for a short time, we’ve crossed paths many times. I know you’re not the kind of person who trusts others so easily. And I was just helping out and didn’t want to get too involved, so I couldn’t directly reveal my identity to you. Do you understand?”
Shen Suining's words were so eloquent that He Hansheng was speechless for a moment.
"Also, if you really have doubts, you can just come and ask me directly. Why do you have to start a fight?" Shen Suining was annoyed just thinking about it, touching the pastry in her hand that was now just crumbs. "I, Shen Suining, may not be a gentleman, but I am upright and honest, and I dare to admit what I do. Besides, you and I are already in the same boat. If you ask me, I will definitely not hide anything from you."
"I was just eager to confirm my doubts," He Hansheng said, looking at the mess in the room and the disheveled Shen Suining, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry."
"It's okay. Fighting with the groom on your wedding night isn't an experience everyone has. I'm very surprised."
Sensing Shen Suining's sarcastic tone, He Hansheng sighed softly and picked up the phoenix crown from the ground. "I'll have someone redo your makeup."
“No need for that,” Shen Suining declined. That thing weighed over ten kilograms. “I can do something else when I’m free. There’s no need to suffer.”
He Hansheng spoke sincerely, saying again, "I'm sorry. We're newly married, and I should have left you with some beautiful memories."
"It was wonderful and unforgettable. Thank you for your kindness. See you next time."
"..." He Hansheng stood there, not knowing how to make amends. He held the phoenix crown and was somewhat at a loss.
Shen Suining rarely saw him so embarrassed, and couldn't help but feel a little curious. "Hey, if the emperor hadn't forced us to be together that day, and you had married someone else, would you still be holding a grudge about what happened three years ago?"
He Hansheng did not answer her. He simply placed the phoenix crown in front of the dressing mirror, went out and called people in to clean the bridal chamber again, and then called two maids over.
“These are Xiangye and Mingke, whom Mother specially arranged to serve you. Just tell them if you need anything,” He Hansheng said, having made all the arrangements. “I still have to greet the guests. If you are tired, you should rest first.”
"It's not like I'd wait for you."
"what ever."
Watching He Hansheng's slightly flustered figure, Shen Suining couldn't help but shake her head and smile with a hint of helplessness.
When Shen Fengyu entered, she happened to see this scene. She was furious and, disregarding the presence of the people from the Marquis's mansion, said, "The young marquis is so rude on his wedding night, and the young master can still laugh."
"You heard everything?"
"Of course! The noise you two made while fighting was so loud it looked like you were going to tear the house down. If Jiang Yuchu hadn't stopped me, I would have rushed in already!" Shen Fengyu clenched her fists and gritted her teeth, feeling indignant. "Who knew that when I came in I would see you smiling? What a waste of my feelings."
"I was just laughing at how interesting he is. It's not like I don't get angry. I'm so angry I feel full even though I haven't eaten all day," Shen Suining waved her hand, signaling everyone else to leave. "Have you prepared everything I asked for?"
"It's all ready. Sister Miao made it herself. It's at the very bottom of your trunk, wrapped in red silk and clothes." Thinking of this, Shen Fengyu felt a little embarrassed and couldn't help but mutter to herself, "Preparing your own memorial tablet on your wedding day, Young Master, you really are the first to do that."
“It’s always good to be prepared. I don’t plan to stay here forever,” Shen Suining said, taking off all her heavy jewelry and finally lying down on the bed with a comfortable sigh. “By the way, bring Sister Miao over tomorrow. Last time, Father mentioned to me that the Princess was not feeling well. I’d like Sister Miao to stay with me for a while so I can help her recover. It’s my way of showing my care for her during this short time together.”
...
When He Hansheng saw off the guests and returned to the bridal chamber, Shen Suining was already asleep.
The bridal veil, headscarf, and wedding wine were neatly arranged on the table beside her. Shen Fengyu, holding a sword, stood guard by her bedside. When He Hansheng returned, he stood up and reluctantly bowed.
He Hansheng gestured for her to be quiet and said softly, "I'll stay here. You can go back now."
Shen Fengyu hesitated for a moment, then didn't move.
"Is there anything else?"
Shen Fengyu glanced at Shen Suining, gritted her teeth, and said, "My lord, now that you are married to our young master, there are some things I must remind you of. You have fought with the young master many times, and you must have seen that although she is the manor lord's chosen successor, her martial arts skills are not particularly outstanding in the entire Shuyu Manor. The reason why her battles with you seem to end in mutual injury is simply because—"
“Because the young master is born without the ability to feel pain,” Shen Fengyu said, controlling her emotions. “Because she can’t feel pain, she can endure more than ordinary people. In addition, the young master is inherently strong-willed. You may see that she is only slightly injured on the surface, but in reality, she may be seven-tenths or even more seriously injured. That’s why the young master needs someone by her side, someone who can risk their life for her at any time. I’m telling you this, Lord Marquis, not so that you would risk your life for the young master, but only hoping that as the young master’s husband, you can minimize the harm she suffers.”
He Hansheng didn't speak, but slowly walked to the bedside and sat down, looking at Shen Suining's sleeping face, "Go down."
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