Chapter 3: A Marquis's Daughter Shouldn't Be Like This
Cheng Nianying was waiting inside, and was relatively calm.
But the maids and servants who came from the Wuning Marquis' Mansion were very anxious.
They hid aside and lowered their voices: "We can't go in for a while. No one is watching. Will she say something wrong?"
"If the prince doesn't show up for a long time, maybe he won't show up at all, and then I can take advantage of the situation to get away with it."
While I was comforting myself, "Squeaky--"
It sounded like the sound of carriage wheels rolling over the ground.
The palace servant pushed the wooden wheelchair closer.
The people in Wuning Marquis Mansion couldn't help but turn their heads to take a look. The woman pushing the wheelchair was wearing a lilac dress, well-dressed and with outstanding temperament.
I think she is a female official transferred from the palace.
The servants in the Marquis' Mansion suddenly felt inferior in comparison.
Look at the person in the wheelchair...
They only took a quick glance and then lowered their heads as if they were burned.
The young maidservant, in particular, blushed deeply. She couldn't help but wonder, "What's wrong with the young lady?" The prince may be ill, but he's truly handsome.
The door of this compartment was opened.
The palace maids came in one after another, trimmed the candle wicks in front of the dim candle flames, and then the room became magnificent.
Fu Yi sat in a wheelchair and looked forward.
The layers of wedding dresses made the girl's waist look even thinner.
She looked young, sitting upright, holding a box in her arms, and seemed quite well-behaved.
The palace maid beside her hurriedly handed over the jade ruyi. Fu Yi took it with open fingers and lowered his gaze: "Sorry to have kept my lady waiting for so long."
The sound is very nice.
An idea popped into Cheng Nianying's mind, and then she said without thinking, "It didn't take long."
Her voice is crisp and sweet like a young girl. It is not high, but she seems to have a lot of energy.
It certainly sounded like he wasn't tired from waiting.
Even very energetic.
Fu Yi held Ruyi's hand tightly, somewhat unexpectedly that the daughter of Marquis Wuning would be like this.
He thought she was unwilling and would sound depressed when she spoke.
"Please, Prince, lift your veil and drink the wedding wine." The nanny reminded.
Fu Yi said nothing, and used Ruyi to push the veil away, and the thick red silk embroidered with intricate patterns slipped off Cheng Nianying's shoulders.
The flickering lights added to her makeup.
The room suddenly became silent.
What a beauty!
Cheng Nianying finally regained her sight and looked straight at the person opposite her.
The man was very young, with pale skin and light-colored eyes, so light that one could tell he was heartless at first sight.
The bright red wedding gown draped over him gave the illusion of blood being splashed on him, making his features appear even more distant and indifferent, making him seem unattainable.
But the next moment, he smiled, picked up half a gourd filled with wine and handed it to Cheng Nianying: "Madam, please."
Then that kind of indifference disappeared completely in an instant.
Only the gentle color remains.
Hmm... good-looking, like someone from a picture book.
This is truly a good marriage, Cheng Nianying thought.
She held the half gourd steadily, leaned forward with her upper body, took the initiative to move closer and intertwine her arms with Fu Yi's, and then drank it all in one gulp without even a pause.
Fu Yi stared at her for a moment, then raised his head and drank.
Cheng Nianying's nose twitched: "You don't have any wine?"
Fu Yi was the first to withdraw his hand and said calmly, "Yes, it's water. I'm still sick and can't drink alcohol."
Cheng Nianying suddenly understood.
It turns out that this is the crux of the reason why the daughter of the marquis committed suicide!
But being sick was fine, so what was the harm? She actually felt it was fine.
She put down the gourd wine cup and asked, "What are we going to do next? Are you going back to rest?"
Fu Yi was silent for a moment, feeling that something was not right.
A girl from a marquis's mansion shouldn't be like this.
He waved his hand to ask the palace servant to push the wheelchair closer, and then suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on Cheng Nianying's lips.
Cheng Nianying was startled and almost instinctively reached for the dagger hidden at her waist.
Fortunately, she didn't have any weapons on her, so no tragedy happened.
Fu Yi just watched her shudder violently, and then sat down obediently and let him touch her.
The light in his eyes faded, and he whispered, "My lady, your lip balm is smeared outside."
She had put her makeup on in a hurry, so it wasn't surprising that it got smeared on the outside. Cheng Nianying didn't take it seriously and raised her hand to wipe it off herself.
Fu Yi stopped her: "I'll do it."
Cheng Nianying: "Oh."
Fu Yi's hands were a little cold.
But Cheng Nianying didn't mind.
It's natural to be like this when you're sick. My lips are warm and can warm him up.
Fu Yi slowly and methodically rubbed along the edge of her lips. She didn't seem to resist, nor did she seem to be afraid.
That's really strange.
Fu Yi withdrew his hand in boredom and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Cheng Nianying answered frankly: "No, I'm very hungry."
Fu Yi: "...prepare the food."
The nanny at the side seemed a little worried and asked hurriedly, "Is the prince also having dinner here?"
Fu Yi: "Yeah."
The others could not disobey, so they naturally stepped back and did as they were told.
To be a killer, you must know how to choose the right moment.
Cheng Nianying was certainly not stupid. She could hear the worry in Nanny's voice, so she asked, "Are you tired from sitting like this?"
Fu Yi: "..." "Yes, some."
He smiled again: "But I should have dinner with my wife."
Cheng Nianying thought to herself, what a nice person!
They were completely different from those domineering and powerful people she had seen from afar before!
"Madam, what is this? Why do you keep it on your lap and refuse to let it go?" Fu Yi pointed at her box and asked.
As soon as he finished speaking, a palace servant came forward to take the box.
Cheng Nianying tightened her fingertips: "It's my own money."
Fu Yi then stopped the palace maid's actions and smiled even more deeply: "I see, then you should keep it well. But you can't always hold it..."
Without even turning his head, he ordered, "Bring one of the boxes piled in the wing room."
So two followers went to carry it.
He walked in heavily, and when the lid was lifted, he revealed the soft and gorgeous silk inside, which was padded with gold leaves.
Fu Yi said, "This is meant for you. There's a big lock on the outside of the box. Put the box in there and lock it, and it will be safe."
Cheng Nianying's eyes lit up slightly, and she responded, "You're right!"
She got up from the stool, took the box and locked it herself.
Fu Yi watched her entire movement and said, "How about asking someone in the mansion to make a belt for you someday and tying the key around your waist?"
Cheng Nianying walked back to him and responded happily: "Okay!"
She felt that Prince Danshuo was really a good person!
In the past sixteen years of her life, she had only heard swords and swords, scolding and abuse. How could anyone treat her with such tender words and consideration?
Soon, the food was served.
Cheng Nianying had just picked up the chopsticks when the palace servant beside her said, "Princess, let me serve the dishes."
Cheng Nianying knew that she had to wait until the dishes were served before she could start eating. This was not a good thing.
She looked up at Fu Yi: "Can I eat by myself?"
Fu Yi: "Yes, I know you are very hungry."
Upon hearing this, the palace maid had to stop and watched Cheng Nianying pick up the chopsticks and start eating.
She ate very quickly and with great relish, but also with great manners.
Fu Yi even felt a little hungry after seeing this.
He picked up his chopsticks, picked up two things, tasted them briefly, and put them down.
Cheng Nianying took his actions into her eyes, thought for a moment, and asked him with concern: "Why do you eat so little?"
Fu Yi cleaned his hands and wiped the water from between his fingers with a handkerchief. As he did so, he said, "I'm sick and can't eat a lot."
He asked, "Do you like it?"
Cheng Nianying nodded honestly.
Fu Yi smiled and said, "As long as you like it."
On the other side, several of Fu Yi's confidants were still waiting in the room.
They turned around anxiously, wondering, "Why did the master take so long? Shouldn't he be back after just one visit?"
"Isn't the Marquis' daughter so foolish as to say something she shouldn't have said and anger her master?"
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