Lu Tu reassured him, "This is only the third time; there will be more to come."
Wang Miaoling helplessly rubbed her forehead: "Lu Tu, just tell me straight, will you marry me or not?"
Lu Tu pulled her into his arms, which startled everyone present, especially Wang Miaoling, who was so frightened that she struggled to push against Lu Tu's chest.
But Lu Tu had already decided to take her as his wife, so how could he give up? Giving up halfway through something is not the act of a man, but rather acting like a timid woman.
As expected, Wang Miaoling struggled for a few moments before giving up and letting Lü Tu hold her tightly in his arms.
"Lu Tu, let me go first!"
"I like you. If I didn't like you, why would I have gone all the way to Wuchuan to save you?"
Cuiguo, who was standing nearby, chimed in, "Yes, Miss, I haven't told you yet, but after you fainted that day, it was Lord Lü who disregarded his own safety to go up and administer medicine to you, which caused him to fall seriously ill and almost didn't recover."
Wang Miaoling looked at Lü Tu in disbelief: "Really? How come I didn't know?"
Lu Tu smiled without saying a word, while Nangong Huiyu explained, "Actually, we all disliked you back then because you almost caused my husband to contract smallpox, but fortunately he has recovered."
The next moment, Wang Miaoling's tears fell in a stream, the scalding tears soaking Lü Tu's clothes. But after crying for a while, she realized that Lü Tu's hands still didn't know where to go, so she simply grabbed Lü Tu's hands and placed them behind her back.
"wood!"
Cuiguo, who was standing to the side, was already sobbing uncontrollably. As Wang Miaoling's personal maid, she was the one who most wanted Wang Miaoling to be happy. In her opinion, Lü Tu was actually the best son-in-law.
Moreover, she had seen all of Lü Tu's efforts for Wang Miaoling along the way, and at this moment she murmured softly, "Master and Madam can finally rest in peace now. Miss has found a good husband!"
At this moment, Nangong Huiyu tugged at Jiang Wanyu beside her and whispered, "What are you standing there for? Go up and get to know your husband better!"
"Ah? Oh, oh." Jiang Wanyu was already feeling a little jealous, but after hearing about all the things that Lü Tu and Wang Miaoling had been through together, a sense of inferiority welled up inside her. It was only when Nangong Huiyu reminded her that she remembered.
He stepped forward hesitantly, wanting to join but unsure how to begin: "Um... Brother Lü, I think I've come at the wrong time..."
Lu Tu opened his other arm and smiled at her: "No, you've come at just the right time!"
Seeing that there was a place for her in Lü Tu's arms, Jiang Wanyu mustered up her courage and timidly snuggled into Lü Tu's embrace.
Lu Tu kissed Wang Miaoling and Jiang Wanyu on the forehead respectively, causing the two to tremble involuntarily.
"From today onwards, you are my wives. I have only one requirement for you: you must be completely loyal to each other and not quarrel. Understand?"
"Um!"
"I'll do whatever you say."
After a long while, Lü Tu finally released the two of them and nodded, saying, "Speaking of which, we should hold a wedding ceremony, but right now there is a plague inside and powerful enemies around outside. I think we should keep it simple for now. What do you think?"
"We'll all listen to Brother Lü!"
Seeing how obedient they were, Song Yuxi couldn't help but tease, "Still calling me 'Big Brother'?"
"My lord..."
"My husband!"
The two women had some differences in personality. Jiang Wanyu was more gentle, but also bolder, after all, she came from the family of the Minister of War.
Wang Miaoling's parents are both deceased, and she has a conflicted personality, so she is much more introverted.
The two women then offered tea to Song Yuxi and Nangong Huiyu, saying, "Please take good care of us from now on, sisters!"
After Song Yuxi finished drinking the tea, she asked Lingdang to bring some red paper, wrapped two red envelopes for the two of them, and handed them over: "From now on, we will be a loving family."
"Yes, from now on we'll listen to our sister and serve our husband well!"
Upon hearing the word "serve," Nangong Huiyu immediately became interested: "Husband, how will we sleep from now on? The house isn't big enough!"
Upon hearing that the room wasn't big enough, Jiang Wanyu blushed to the roots of her neck. She used to be a maid in the Lu Tu family, so she naturally knew that they all slept in the same room and on the same bed.
Now, not only is there another person, but there is also Wang Miaoling. If five people are crammed into one bed, how big would that bed have to be?
Lu Tu slapped his forehead: "That's right, I was so busy getting married that I forgot about this."
Wang Miaoling said timidly, "How about I stay where I used to live? After the smallpox epidemic is over, we can live in my old house. Then my husband can accompany me to the prefect's office to have him do a notarization so that I can transfer the house to my husband's name."
Upon hearing this, the other women present were all shocked!
Everyone knows that the Wang family's house is the foundation of their family, and Wang Miaoling is actually willing to transfer the house to Lü Tu, and it was she who took the initiative to propose it.
Lu Tu was deeply moved upon hearing this, and a surge of tenderness welled up in his heart. He took her hand and couldn't help but scratch her palm with his index finger, causing Wang Miaoling to lower her head even further.
These words were the biggest blow to Jiang Wanyu. She and Wang Miaoling got married on the same day, and there was no distinction between them. At this time, Wang Miaoling gave such a heavy gift, which was equivalent to a dowry.
In this era, a dowry was a woman's source of confidence. Jiang Wanyu was, after all, the sole heir of the Gao family of Bohai, and naturally she was unwilling to be inferior in this regard.
But she was a refugee, penniless, so what did she have to compete with Wang Miaoling?
Seeing her predicament, Song Yuxi stepped in to help, saying, "Wanyu, don't think too much about it. From now on, there's no distinction between elder and younger sisters between you and Miaoling. We can just call each other sisters."
Wang Miaoling nodded: "I'll be 16 in July, how about you?"
"I'll be 16 in June."
"Then I'll call you sister."
"Okay, little sister."
Seeing that Wang Miaoling did not belittle herself because of this, Jiang Wanyu's impression of Wang Miaoling improved considerably.
Just as Lü Tu was about to go out to arrange his future rest, a very important matter, Jiang Wanyu suddenly called out to him, "Husband, wait!"
Lu Tu turned to look at the hesitant Jiang Wanyu. She gritted her teeth and stamped her foot, seemingly making a decision against her ancestors. She took out a leather-wrapped item from the lining of her chest and handed it to Lu Tu.
Lu Tu asked curiously, "What is this?"
Jiang Wanyu said confidently, "This is one of my mother's heirlooms, an original copy of the 'Letter of Mourning' by Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher of the previous dynasty!"
These words shocked the entire audience!
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