Chapter 181 A Poor Girl
The Yang family's yard is small, and the red silk hanging there looks thin.
Pei Xuan rode on his horse, followed by a vast procession of bridesmaids, drums and music blaring, and a profusion of red wedding gowns stretching for miles. But when they arrived at the Yang family's gate, they found it deserted. Only a few people stood under the eaves, their expressions solemn, not as if they were celebrating, but rather attending a funeral.
He sneered, dismounted, and couldn't help but sneer, "A noble son emerges from a humble family. Is that where Lord Yang comes from?"
As he spoke, he deliberately uttered "oh" and turned to look at Yang Zheng: "Master Yang is from Jinling. His residence in Jinling is even more shabby than this."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.
The courtyard was silent for a moment. Yang Zheng first stared at Pei Xuan. He was wearing a half-worn indigo robe and didn't even have a decent jade pendant around his waist.
"My humble family and humble room have wronged Mr. Pei." Yang Zheng spoke lightly, his tone neither humble nor arrogant, but with a hint of coldness.
Pei Xuan raised his eyebrows and glanced at the empty courtyard. Even the wedding hall was just temporarily covered with a red cloth. There were not even any decent wedding candles, only two plain oil lamps.
"Tsk, there's not even anyone blocking the door?" He spoke lazily, his tone full of contempt.
Behind Yang Zheng, an elderly Confucian scholar couldn't help but frown. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Yang Zheng's raised hand.
"My sister doesn't like noise, she likes to keep things simple."
Pei Xuan sneered and walked straight in, but when he crossed the threshold, he deliberately stepped on a red string on the ground and broke it - that was the symbol of "tie" in folk wedding customs.
"Red thread?" He glanced down, rubbing it with the toe of his boot, and said sarcastically, "It breaks so easily. It seems our fate isn't that great."
Inside the house, Yang Jiyu sat upright on the simple wedding bed, her fingertips slightly tightening beneath the veil. Ye Lanzhou saw it all, and through the window, she could see the noisy crowd.
Not far behind Yang Zheng, he saw a man standing. He was enormous, his outer robe still stained by the wind and snow. His trip to Southern Xinjiang had indeed brought him quite a bit of dust.
While looking at Xie Chengyan, Xie Chengyan also glanced towards the window, as if looking at her through the open window, and then quickly looked away.
Oh yes, she is still in disguise.
Pei Xuan entered the room and strode up to Yang Jiyu. He didn't even bother to follow the formalities and simply reached out to lift the veil.
Their eyes met.
She wore simple makeup, even only a light layer of rouge.
She is far inferior to the girls in Nongxiangtang.
"Miss Yang, are you so shabby?" He sneered, lifting her chin with his fingertips. "On your wedding day, you can't even put on some makeup?"
Yang Jiyu raised his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he said softly: "A girl from a poor family should be like this."
Pei Xuan narrowed his eyes and was about to make a few more sarcastic remarks, but suddenly he felt a numbness in his fingertips - she had applied a very light medicated ointment on her lips, which was slightly cool to the touch and had a faint bitter fragrance.
He withdrew his hand abruptly, a subtle feeling coming over him, and he said nothing more.
Yang Jiyu said nothing, but slowly stood up and bowed to his brother.
Yang Zheng closed his eyes and said nothing in the end.
Pei Xuan watched the brother and sister say goodbye with cold eyes. He felt annoyed and tutted impatiently. He grabbed Yang Jiyu's wrist and said, "Miss Yang, the auspicious time has come."
Yang Jiyu staggered a step when he was pulled by him, but he immediately steadied himself and caught up with Pei Xuan.
The Pei family's wedding sedan was luxurious and ostentatious, but in front of the Yang family's door, there was only a pile of broken snow and a few lonely footprints.
The crowd dispersed, and Ye Lanzhou walked along the street. He had come to see Yang Jiyu off, and now that she was on the road, there was no need for Ye Lanzhou to stay any longer. Moreover, the most important thing was that the human skin mask on his face was probably about to collapse.
Before leaving, she took a special look at the place where Xie Chengyan had just stood, and now there was no one there.
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