Chapter 93 Rong Chu: Inappropriate
Rong Si raised an eyebrow slightly, sat down in his seat with an air of superiority, and did not respond with a salute, saying, "I don't believe you're offering your congratulations."
Chu Yu didn't care.
He downed the wine in one gulp and set it aside, saying, "What difference does it make whether you believe it or not?"
"You don't actually think that I rushed back before your wedding to cause a scene at the banquet?"
Rong Si remained silent.
Chu Yu smiled and said, "I know what I'm doing to avoid things that would displease Yao Yao."
"Didn't we already agree on this? Why are you worried?"
"What did I agree to with you?" Rong Si reminded him. "I didn't agree to you sharing a wife."
Chu Yu lowered his eyes and said meaningfully, "We'll be seeing each other all the time in the future, so we still need to get along well."
Chu Yu didn't say anything more and left directly.
Rong Si listened to Chu Yu's last words and his mind became calm.
He calmly drank the wine from the cup beside him.
The spicy, bitter liquor burned through my heart and stomach, bringing a wave of scalding heat.
After the official in charge of the ceremony counted the guests, he stepped forward to invite Chu Yu to take his seat.
Along the way, they encountered some court officials and introduced Chu Yu to them one by one as the Marquis of Yanbei, who had only recently entered the court.
Rong Si turned his gaze away from that direction.
Soon, others came forward to congratulate Rong Si on his marriage.
Rong Si was not a person who was good at drinking and socializing.
Although he has a high alcohol tolerance, he can still get drunk.
Rong Si's behavior after drinking too much is different from many others.
He would become increasingly cold-faced, sitting there silently exuding a deep and profound aura.
Like a ferocious beast that reigns supreme in the mountains and forests.
Being stared at by him without any attempt to conceal it is enough to send chills down your spine.
But Chu Yu seemed much gentler.
Although many people are unaware of this, it is only the surface.
In the latter half of the banquet, the singing and dancing gradually ceased.
Many people looked tired at the dinner party.
Yu Wanyin returned to the palace garden, where the palace servants, who had been busy all day, were sitting together in small groups.
Yu Wanyin was suddenly startled to hear Qing Song ask Azheng, "Was the merchant you healed from outside the city that day really your father?"
Ah Zheng smiled, her eyes crinkling. "It's quite a coincidence."
Qin Yuan interrupted their conversation, "The bride has returned today."
Everyone turned to look, and upon seeing Yu Wanyin return, they began to jeer and cheer.
Yu Wanyin was easily embarrassed and couldn't help but make a fuss. Aunt Duan called on everyone to calm down, "You're back so early?"
The servant immediately prepared the main seat in the pavilion in the courtyard and gestured for her to sit down.
Yu Wanyin walked over to them and sat down. "I came back after dealing with the guests."
A private residence is much more relaxing than a banquet.
No one offered a toast, and no one said any insincere pleasantries.
Most of the conversations were casual chats and heartfelt blessings for them.
Yu Wanyin recalled Qing Song's question to A Zheng earlier, "I overheard you two talking about whose father?"
Everyone laughed upon hearing this.
Qin Yuan raised her voice, "A-Zheng accompanied you to the caravan before, and the leader of the caravan was her father."
A-Zheng's eyes lit up again and again, "I didn't expect it either, luckily I went with the Queen that day."
“It was the southern caravan that the Queen bought that day. Their leader fell into a mud pit on the way back. I didn’t recognize him at first,” A-Zheng said vividly. “He was covered in mud, and I couldn’t see his face clearly.”
“I went with them to their camp to rescue people, and I happened to run into my mother in the camp.”
Ah Zheng described the scene in detail, which brought joy to everyone in the courtyard.
Ah Zheng remembered and took out the box she had been keeping treasured nearby. "My lady, these are wedding cakes that my mother specially prepared for you today."
"She told me when I left that newlywed brides usually go hungry for a day, and asked me to bring this to you." Ah Zheng didn't find a chance to deliver it all day. "Who would have thought that this wedding wouldn't have made you go hungry."
Everyone laughed and said, "How can we let the princess go hungry when we're at home?"
A-Zheng hesitated, "Do you still want it?"
"Yes, I want it." Yu Wanyin took it. "Wedding cakes are the perfect finishing touch, how can I not want them?"
Azheng laughed, "Please don't mind, Your Majesty."
“You bought all our things around that time, so your parents don’t have anything left to give you.”
“My father told me that if he had known this would happen, he should have given the Queen more leeway.”
Azheng opened the box, "My mother's cooking is excellent, you should all try some."
Ah Zheng took some for herself.
The moon is bright and the stars are few.
With nothing else to do, Yu Wanyin asked the kitchen staff to bring up the prepared dishes and sit down with them for a while.
The entire palace was brightly lit, with red lanterns casting halos of light.
At the hour of Hai (9-11 PM), suddenly a swirling point of light rose into the sky from the ground.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
A dazzling display of light burst forth from the horizon, scattering countless stars across the sky, their brilliance reflected in the eyes.
Then it fell with the wind, like a tassel hanging on a dark silk ribbon in the night sky.
All I could hear were gasps of amazement.
The fireworks and firecrackers continued for a while, and then someone outside said that the banquet was over.
In another half hour, the palace gates will be locked.
The palace servants in the courtyard then went out to attend to their own duties.
Qin Yuan bid farewell to A Zheng and Aunt Duan and left.
The palace servants cleaned up the clutter in the courtyard.
Yu Wanyin and Qing Song sat in the courtyard for a while.
Qing Song asked Yu Wanyin, "Is the princess tired? Would you like to go back to your room to rest?"
Yu Wanyin agreed and was about to get up.
Amidst the fireworks and lights, Rong Si could be seen standing at the entrance of their courtyard.
He walked towards her calmly.
Zong Cheng followed a couple of steps behind him, still a little uneasy, until Rong Si raised his hand to signal him to go back.
Zong Cheng glanced back and forth between them before leaving.
Yu Wanyin stepped forward and said, "You're back."
Rong Si's gaze never left Yu Wanyin for a moment.
Being stared at by him, that chilling feeling also fell on Yu Wanyin.
Knowing his temperament, Yu Wanyin wasn't afraid, but the subtle pressure transformed into tingling and numbness in her waist and abdomen.
She asked, "Did you drink a little too much today?"
Rong Si's voice was hoarse, as if it were covered with a layer of sand, "I'm not drunk."
As he watched the myriad fireworks behind him, he saw her wedding dress shimmering brilliantly.
The wedding attire worn in the evening allows for easy movement, but it is still properly tailored.
Her bright red dress made her look radiant.
Like a flower blooming on autumn dew, her eyes and brows are like pools of clear water, occasionally illuminated by the fiery lights on the horizon.
Every petal was unfurled, its surface glistening with an almost dazzling light from the dew.
Only then did I truly grasp the essence of the legendary beauty, Xiao Yu, from Shang'an City, whose story had been widely circulated.
Yu Wanyin thought to herself that she didn't ask him if he was drunk or not, but Rong Si did seem a little different from how he usually drank.
She raised an eyebrow slightly. "Do you need some hangover soup? I'll have them prepare some."
Rong Si did not reply, but walked towards Yu Wanyin.
Most of the lamps that were lit during the banquet in the courtyard have been extinguished.
It was dark all around, with only the occasional flashes of fireworks on the horizon.
As he drew closer, the surrounding light grew increasingly dim.
It was as if an impenetrable wall was gradually enclosing her.
It wouldn't be appropriate for Yu Wanyin to step back, so she could only stand there and watch him walk over.
His rough, large hand touched her cheek.
Watching the fireworks constantly changing in her eyes.
Rong Si gently stroked with his fingertips, his breathing growing heavier.
At some point, he came to his senses and realized, "I smell strongly of alcohol; I need to change my clothes."
But Rong Si's hand didn't leave her. It moved down her cheek to her neck, then to her forearm, and finally slipped into her palm, grasping her hand as he asked, "Shall we go back to the room?"
Yu Wanyin knew that tonight was their wedding night, and it was obvious what was going to happen.
She followed him back to his room first, and Rong Si went into the bathhouse.
Yu Wanyin sat at the table, absentmindedly clutching the lucky bag in her hand, listening to the loud splashing of water coming from Rong Si in the bathhouse.
She still went out to ask Qingsong for some hangover soup.
Qing Song accepted the order and left. Yu Wanyin turned around, lifted her skirt, and was about to go back into the house when a cool breeze came in from outside, carrying a familiar sandalwood scent.
She also heard footsteps coming from behind her.
A servant at the palace gate rushed over to report, "Princess, a young gentleman has come to pay his respects."
Yu Wanyin turned around and looked at Chu Yu from a distance.
Yu Wanyin's eyelashes trembled.
In a daze, she thought she was hallucinating, but when Chu Yu started walking towards her, she realized it was indeed him.
Chu Yu was dignified and still possessed a dignified and extraordinary bearing.
He's back.
When did he get back?
Yu Wanyin turned around, took two steps toward him, and stopped.
Chu Yu's gaze slowly swept over her well-tailored wedding dress.
This wedding dress made her even more dazzling than the one she wore on their wedding day.
Chu Yu had seen her wearing bright red when she was his wife.
At that time, Yu Wanyin was shy and reserved, and dared not talk to him much.
Chu Yu felt a pang of jealousy.
Her voice was very soft, "When did you enter Xidu?"
"A couple of days ago," Chu Yu said calmly, seemingly unconcerned, "I was busy settling in when I came back, and you were busy getting married, so I didn't bother you too much."
Yu Wanyin hesitated, unsure of what to say.
"I still brought you wedding gifts, which should be delivered after the Ministry of Rites has inspected them." Chu Yu had a faint smile on his lips. "You don't need to explain to me, I understand what you're thinking."
Yu Wanyin raised her eyes, although matters of the heart cannot be judged as right or wrong.
But she still felt inexplicably guilty.
She changed the subject, "Have you settled into your accommodation?"
Chu Yu nodded, "I searched for a house in Xidu that is currently uninhabited and found one, but it has been vacant for a long time and still needs to be renovated."
"The king has granted me temporary accommodation in the palace," Chu Yu added. "I think it's not far from here."
Yu Wanyin nodded, not seeing anything amiss. "If there's anything lacking, just let them know."
Chu Yu smiled, appearing magnanimous, "I noticed Rong Si drank quite a bit during the banquet just now."
He took out a porcelain bottle. "This is to help him sober up."
Yu Wanyin took it, and judging from Chu Yu's tone, she could vaguely confirm that he seemed to no longer care about their marriage. "Thank you."
I thought you would be angry.
"Why would I be angry with you?" Chu Yu said leisurely. "If Yao Yao didn't choose me, it must be because there are some things I didn't do well enough."
"Blame me."
Yu Wanyin looked at him, speechless for a moment.
Fireworks shot into the sky, but Chu Yu still didn't want to leave.
He casually remarked, "Aren't you going to give me a prize too?"
Yu Wanyin suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly went back inside.
There weren't many things in her room that could add color to her home.
There are many lucky bags.
Yu Wanyin absentmindedly took a lucky bag and went out to hand it to Chu Yu.
Actually, the fact that she gave Chu Yu the lucky charm for her marriage to Rong Si always made Yu Wanyin feel a little strange.
Chu Yu pinched the lucky bag, his fingertips brushing against Yu Wanyin's slender white fingertips.
The slightest touch of softness is enough to make one lose their senses.
Yu Wanyin said a few more words, "It's really inappropriate that I didn't know you were traveling so far to get back."
"I'll send someone to escort you. Go back and rest early today."
Yu Wanyin escorted him to the entrance of her palace.
Only after watching Chu Yu leave the palace road did they turn back into the house.
Meanwhile, Rong Si had already bathed and washed up, changed into his nightgown, and was sitting in the inner room, playing with a sachet on the table.
His breathing was slightly heavy. After a moment of silence, he looked up at her, his eyes perhaps tinged with a bloodshot hue from the alcohol. "Yaoyao, who were you chatting with outside for so long?"
Yu Wanyin's heart skipped a beat.
Almost simultaneously, Chu Yu, walking in the cool evening breeze, was still immersed in the brief chat he had just had.
Her every smile and frown kept appearing in my mind.
A warm fragrance lingered around him from time to time, mingling with the scenes in his mind, making his heart burn.
Chu Yu seemed to realize something and stopped to look at the lucky bag that Yu Wanyin had just handed him.
Pick it up, and the warm fragrance becomes even more lingering and clear.
It relentlessly eroded his consciousness, and a warm sensation slowly rose in his waist and abdomen.
Chu Yu raised his eyebrows and chuckled silently.
He's been married, so of course he knows what this is.
This is not a lucky bag at all.
In her panic, Yu Wanyin mistakenly gave him the sachet containing the warmth of their wedding room.
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