Chapter 10 Loss
"You stole my wife! I'll run you over! See if you dare do it again? I'll run you over, I'll run you over..."
After Guan Yi'an fell to the ground, the figure continued to chase after him, crashing into him with all its might each time. Guan Yi'an grimaced in pain and cried for help.
"Quickly, quickly separate them and rescue Young Master Guan."
Meng Huanyan turned pale with fright and, with great effort, led Guan Yi'an's men to rescue him.
"Who are you? How dare you attack an official of the imperial court? Guards, seize this reckless man!"
Meng Huanyan had not seen much of the world, and gatherings of noble ladies in the capital and banquets in the palace were not places she could easily go, so she did not recognize that the person who rushed in was Wen Zhiming.
Seeing that this person used brute force to knock Guan Yi'an's mouth bloody, they assumed he was a guest of the mansion or a subordinate of some official.
The men Wen Zhiming brought with him then entered. Upon hearing this, they stood in front of Wen Zhiming and shouted, "Who dares?"
Several more guards in tight-fitting clothes flew down from the roof and stood behind Meng Lingge. These were the manor's secret guards.
In an instant, the balance of power between the two sides was reversed.
Meng Lingge walked up to Wen Zhiming and said softly.
"Young Master Wen, are you injured?"
Wen Zhiming touched his head and shook his head, saying, "I'm fine. With me here, no one can hurt Xiaoling'er."
"Get out of here! Today is my wedding day with Xiaoling'er, I'll let you off this time." Wen Zhiming glared at Guan Yi'an and said angrily, "If I see you bothering Xiaoling'er again, I'll run you over..."
Seeing that Wen Zhiming's forehead was swollen and red, Meng Lingge instructed, "Go to the room and get some ointment."
"I don't want the ointment." Wen Zhiming smiled, his eyes narrowing. "I'm here to fetch a bride. I only want Xiaoling'er to marry me. How about Xiaoling'er rides in my bridal sedan chair?"
He waited pitifully, afraid that Meng Lingge would refuse.
A large red sedan chair was placed at the entrance of the courtyard. It looked luxurious and dazzling, more than half the size of the sedan chair that Guan Yi'an had hired. It was very grand and imposing.
Meng Lingge's chaotic heart calmed down considerably.
"Holly, go and fetch my veil."
Dongqing ran quickly into the room, retrieved the veil, and gently placed it over Meng Lingge's head.
"Mother instructed me to carry my wife to the bridal sedan chair." Wen Zhiming was so happy he couldn't stop smiling. He bent down and picked Meng Lingge up in his arms, running past Guan Yi'an and escorting her to the bridal sedan chair.
Through the dim light beneath her veil, Meng Lingge saw that the sedan chair was thoughtfully furnished with soft cushions and the armrests were covered with thick silk.
Wen Zhiming's excited and joyful voice came from outside the bridal sedan chair.
"Little Ling'er, sit tight. I'm going to marry you."
"Mmm." Meng Lingge responded softly. Thinking that Wen Zhiming must have been smiling so broadly at the bridal sedan chair when he said those words, a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.
Strangely enough, she felt exceptionally relaxed and at ease at this moment, and even the worries and anxieties she had felt about her wedding for many days had disappeared without a trace.
Guan Yi'an, half-supported by Meng Huanyan, watched helplessly as Meng Lingge was carried onto the bridal sedan chair. Wen Zhiming walked in front of the sedan chair, followed by the matchmaker and the dowry maids, and they slowly disappeared from his sight.
His eyes were red with heartache, and his fingernails dug into his flesh.
All of this clearly belongs to him. Meng Lingge is his, Meng Lingge's dowry and her maids are his, and even all the resources of the Prime Minister's mansion may be his in the future.
But now it's all gone.
Even if he were bold, he wouldn't dare to directly step forward and snatch a woman from the Crown Prince. Even if the Crown Prince was mentally challenged, he was still someone he couldn't afford to offend.
It's all his fault for being too confident, greedy, and seeking thrills, and even more so for the woman beside him being too reckless and alluring, choosing this day to seduce and tempt him.
Who knows, he might have been caught cheating, and it was this bitch who deliberately let people find out. Otherwise, why would the guests from the front yard suddenly run into her yard?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and his gaze toward Meng Huanyan grew even colder.
Marry a virtuous wife. How can someone who ruins his future and ruins his marriage be a suitable wife?
Meng Huanyan was unaware of his change. She watched the luxurious bridal sedan chair depart with envy, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.
It's like the feeling of loss when you realize that something you fought so hard for was something someone else threw away.
But she knew her own identity, and that being favored by Guan Yi'an was already a great blessing. If she dared to hope for anything else, she would only end up with nothing.
She snorted loudly, then said ingratiatingly, "Eldest sister is really crazy. She'd rather run off with a fool than have such an excellent man as her husband. What's so good about that Prince Wen? He's not as good-looking as my husband, and he's a bit of a simpleton. All he has is his family background and his brute strength..."
"Husband, since my elder sister is so stubborn, let her go. She'll regret it someday. Didn't you say the auspicious time is almost here? Let's hurry up and leave in our bridal sedan chair."
She chattered on and on, making no attempt to hide her joy.
She originally thought she would have to wait several months to marry Guan Yi'an, and then she would have to outwit her older sister. But she only had to make a slight move, and her older sister was eliminated.
She never expected that being caught cheating would have this benefit; it's truly a stroke of luck for her.
She was immersed in this joy until Guan Yi'an's hand gripped her slender neck, choking her until she couldn't breathe.
"So you're quite satisfied with this outcome? Did you deliberately let someone discover our affair? Tell me."
"No, no..." Meng Huanyan struggled desperately. It was only a moment from heaven to hell. She was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face.
Guan Yi'an only let go of her hand when her face changed color, letting her slide to the ground.
Meng Huanyan, now free, gasped for breath.
"My husband, it really wasn't me. You, you've misunderstood."
"It's good that it's not you." Guan Yi'an said in a sinister tone, kicking Meng Huanyan with his foot. "Get in the bridal sedan chair."
A concubine's daughter of low status is easy to manipulate.
Guan Yi'an felt a little better after venting her anger.
Now that we can't marry Meng Lingge, taking a concubine is better than having nothing at all.
This woman is unfit to be a wife, but she's somewhat useful in bed. Besides, she does resemble Meng Lingge somewhat. Keeping her in the Prime Minister's residence would be too risky, but taking her into his household would allow him to do whatever he wants with her.
"yes."
Meng Huanyan lowered her eyes and obediently stepped into the bridal sedan chair, removing the veil herself and putting it on. Her marriage was rushed, and no one had prepared a dowry maid for her.
She originally wanted to leave with her two personal maids, but Du Shiyin refused to let them go, as the maids' indentures belonged to the Meng family.
She could only marry alone.
She knew that Du Shiyin was refusing to provide a dowry maid for her daughter Meng Lingge in order to avenge her, but she didn't care about it.
Anyway, her previous maidservant listened to Du Shiyin, so she had to be careful using her. Now that her husband was a government official, how could she not be given a maidservant after marrying into the family?
People you personally train are the ones you feel most comfortable using.
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