The Yong Kingdom's palace suddenly became bustling with activity, red silks hanging in every corner, adding a touch of festive cheer to the ancient palace. Although Wuyou was dispensable to them, she was to marry the second prince of the Great Yan Kingdom, and even for the sake of the second prince's reputation, they could not be perfunctory.
Under Helan Xiong's orders, the Queen had no choice but to force herself to start arranging the wedding. Although Yong was a small country, its accumulated wealth over generations was not to be underestimated. Despite the Queen's intention to tamper with the accounts, Wuyou was no pushover. With a simple glance at the accounts, she discovered the errors and pointed them out.
This blatant slap in the face made the Queen both anxious and angry. She had thought that Wuyou had never learned anything about housekeeping and would be easy to fool, but she never expected him to be such a cunning old fox.
She showed no mercy even to her own mother, speaking harshly to her. This confrontation made the Queen realize how formidable Wuyou was, and she dared not tamper with her dowry, obediently following the previous agreement. In her heart, she grew even more disliked Wuyou.
The Queen harbored resentment towards Wuyou, which inevitably showed in her words and actions. Consequently, those around her also lowered their opinion of Wuyou, and they became increasingly eager to marry him off as soon as possible and sever all ties with him.
Even Helan Wuxia was controlled by the Queen and forbidden from entering Anning Palace. Under such influence, he lost his former "closeness" to Wuyou. He was a carefree person by nature, and with a group of people around him, he was never short of company, so he quickly put the matter out of his mind.
The eighth day of the fourth month was an auspicious day agreed upon by both countries. The wedding procession was relatively friendly, which made Helan Xiong and his family feel a little better. After all, this marriage was, in essence, a result of being forced, even though it involved sacrificing an unimportant daughter.
The fiery red carriage was adorned with exquisite silk, and a phoenix, poised for flight, danced gracefully atop it. Golden bells jingled melodiously in the wind. The strong, sturdy horse stood tall, its head held high, neighing powerfully, its gaze carrying a hint of disdain.
Wearing a long red dress and with alluring red lips, Holland Wuxia stared intently. He loved horses and enjoyed galloping across the grasslands, reveling in the ultimate thrill of racing against the wind.
Yong Kingdom is famous for its fine horses, but this is the first time she has seen a horse of such good quality in all these years. She may never see a better breed in her life.
The wedding was indeed grand, even more so than Helan Min's wedding back then. Although he was young at the time, he still vaguely remembered it.
Most women in the world love to be beautiful, and who wouldn't want a grand and luxurious wedding that all women would envy? He Lan Wuxia couldn't help but feel a little envious and jealous.
To prevent their daughter from acting impulsively, such as standing up for Wuyou, Helan Xiong and the others did not tell Helan Wuxia much. They only said that Wuyou was going to marry the second prince of the Great Yan Kingdom, who was an excellent husband, but they did not say much about what she was going to do.
Helan Wuxia was naturally thick-skinned and carefree, and had unlimited trust in her family. So she didn't think too much about it, only that her sister had found a good home and she wouldn't see her sister again.
Seeing such a grand scene today fills me with even more envy.
"You don't need to be envious, Wuxia. You will surely have a better future. Your father and mother will carefully choose for you. Your wedding will be even more grand than this one, making all women envious." The Queen knew that although her daughter was carefree, she sometimes had a touch of feminine sensitivity and thoughtfulness.
Moreover, that look was so direct that it was hard not to understand it.
No one knew better than them what kind of person Wuyou had married. He was only presentable on the surface, and his future was uncertain. Their precious daughter would definitely marry someone better.
Standing beside Helan Wuxia, Helan Min, dressed in a lake-blue dress, pursed her lips slightly upon hearing this, her eyes flickering. A grand wedding was probably out of the question; after all, the prince already had her as his principal wife, and even a concubine couldn't have a wedding, only a simple formality.
However, the prince is wise and powerful, and may well become the monarch of the Great Jing Kingdom in the future, the emperor who will unify the world. Marrying the prince would surely be a good thing for Wuxia.
“Actually, the wedding is secondary. So this is marrying the best man in the world. We are too good for such things.” Helan Min smiled and patted Helan Wuxia’s shoulder, which was a kind of comfort and a way to lay the foundation for the future.
"Oh dear, Mother, Aunt, what are you talking about? I just thought this scene was exceptionally grand, that's all. If you keep saying that, I won't talk to you anymore." Helan Wuxia's cheeks flushed, becoming even more translucent in the sunlight, making her even more beautiful. She stomped her foot, looking disgruntled, showing a rare touch of girlish charm.
The three of them chatted and laughed happily, and the original jealousy was diluted by the warmth of their family. Helan Wuxia returned to her former cheerful self.
The sun hung high in the sky, its scorching rays baking the earth. Joyful music filled the air, and the lively atmosphere grew increasingly intense with each note.
At this moment, a woman in a fiery red wedding dress walked gracefully towards the music. A fiery veil obscured her face, adding to her mystique, while the tassels and ornaments on her head jingled softly. Her fiery embroidered shoes were glimpsed intermittently as she moved.
The phoenix on the wedding dress seemed poised to take flight. Each feather was distinct, enveloping her slender and delicate figure. Though her face was not visible, she was breathtakingly beautiful in an instant.
"Wuyou, after you get married, you must serve your husband well, after all, you represent our Yong Kingdom." Helan Xiong's face was serious, his voice was steady, and his words were extremely dignified, but he did not give people a sense of fatherly love.
"Wuyou, you must take good care of your health from now on. Don't suffer any hardship in the Great Yan Kingdom." The Queen wiped away non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes, her tone gentle.
"Your daughter will remember the teachings of Father and Mother." With Xiao Tang's help, Wuyou bowed slightly. Her face under the veil was calm and expressionless, showing no trace of the joy and shyness of a bride or the sadness of parting from her parents.
"If my little sister has time in the future, she will definitely come to visit her older sister. When that time comes, older sister must treat her well!" Helan Wuxia said innocently, holding Wuyou's hand and chattering away, her voice full of longing.
"Mmm." Wuyou lowered her eyes to look at the hand that was holding her, responded softly, and reached out to brush the other person's hand away without leaving a trace.
He Lanmin frowned upon seeing this. This niece didn't seem easy to get along with! She was so cold to her own sister.
He bid farewell to his family and boarded the carriage of the Great Yan Kingdom. The carriage rolled forward, making a rumbling sound. Wuyou lifted the curtain, and the familiar scene gradually faded into the distance. The next time he returned would be at the time of destruction.
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