Sheng Mozhao listened to Sheng Moyan's nagging in the imperial garden for a whole afternoon before being let go. As soon as he returned to the palace, Sheng Mozhao quickly lay down on his big bed, stretched three times, and then lay there motionless.
"Your Highness, would you like the meal to be served now?" Qing'e's voice came from outside the door.
"Well, let's just have a simple meal today," Sheng Mozhao said, yawned, and lay drowsy on the bed.
"yes"
The next day, the marriage was finalized, and Sheng Quan sent someone to convey the marriage plan to the neighboring country as quickly as possible.
Ten days later, at the General's Mansion of the neighboring country.
"...I decree this," the eunuch handed the imperial edict to Xiyao, who was kneeling on one knee, with a smile on his face, "I, the old servant, would like to congratulate the general first, congratulations to the general."
Xi Yao had a gloomy face. After taking the imperial edict, he stood up and left without looking back.
"Don't blame me, eunuch. This is just the general's temper."
"It's okay, it's okay." The eunuch who delivered the imperial edict did not dare to offend this evil god. After saying it was okay, he made an excuse that he had important things to do and left in a hurry.
The backyard of the general's mansion.
"General, we fought tooth and nail on the battlefield to protect the peace of our country, and yet they arranged this marriage for you without even summoning you for an audience. They're going too far!"
"Zhuoran! Be careful with your words." Xiyao clenched the imperial edict in his hand, his knuckles protruding, his eyes stained with murderous intent from fighting on the battlefield, but he still retained some rationality.
"General, there is probably only one reason why the emperor did this, and that is that this marriage was decided by Sheng State." Zhuo Yue took the imperial edict from Xiyao and looked at it carefully.
"Well, I guess the emperor is worried about my marriage again. He hopes I can settle down. Alas~" Unfortunately, I have no mood to love. My life has been dedicated to the battlefield. I am afraid that the prince of Sheng Kingdom will suffer some grievances if he comes.
"This imperial decree clearly states that you, General, are to marry His Royal Highness Prince Chen of Sheng State. Rumor has it that this Prince Chen has been frail since childhood, so both Emperor Sheng and Empress Sheng dote on him immensely. How could Emperor Sheng be willing to allow such a person to marry?"
"Could it be that this marriage was initiated by His Royal Highness Prince Chen?"
As soon as Zhuo Yue said this, Xiyao's eyes became colder again, and even the air around them seemed to be condensed.
After a while, "Zhuoran, go pack your things, we are going back to the barracks."
"Ah? General, the wedding is in half a month. If we go back to the barracks now, wouldn't that be..."
"It's okay, just go and arrange it." Since His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen is going to marry this general, let him guard this empty house obediently.
"Yes," Zhuoran responded and retreated.
"Zhuo Yue, I'll leave the matter of welcoming the bride to you. You can say that I'm ill and can't go out to meet her in person. Then you just need to take her to the General's Mansion and arrange for her to live in the North Garden. Provide her with good food and drink and let her stay there peacefully."
"Yes." Why did this task fall on me? What if His Royal Highness the Prince of Chen makes a fuss?
In this way, Xiyao, who took his men back to the military camp overnight, missed his wedding night, which resulted in him having to spend a lot of effort to coax him back later.
The wedding day.
The matter of a prince of one country marrying a general of a neighboring country has long been a hot topic. There are many different opinions, but the general consensus is that Sheng State knew that its military strength was inferior to that of the enemy and took the initiative to surrender.
Following Xiyao's instructions, Zhuo Yue bravely welcomed Sheng Mozhao, whose half face was covered, into the general's residence. Among the guests, Sheng Mozhao completed all the procedures of the wedding banquet alone.
Qing'e, who had been following Sheng Mozhao, silently lit a stick of incense for her master at an angle where Sheng Mozhao could not see.
The master is simply courting death. We finally had a wedding, but he was absent.
She could already feel the resentment from Master Mo.
After seeing off the guests, Zhuo Yue brought Sheng Mozhao into the North Courtyard. "Your Highness, would you like some water to wash up?"
"Your general is looking down on me. You didn't even show up on our wedding day."
"Your Highness, please forgive me. The general was really delayed by important matters in the military camp. It was not intentional." Zhuo Yue knelt on one knee, but was thinking in his heart, this prince has a nice voice and beautiful eyes. Why not send someone to call the general back at full speed?
As soon as he saw Zhuo Yue's expression, Sheng Mozhao knew that the person in front of him was soft-hearted and would not tolerate toughness.
Then, he coughed several times in a row, showing his weakness. Qing'e followed beside him, twitching her lips as she stepped forward to pat Sheng Mozhao on the back, and she did not forget to comfort him, "Your Highness, please do not be angry. Take care of yourself."
Perhaps Sheng Mozhao coughed too hard, and the veil on his face slipped off, revealing an exquisite and handsome face. Zhuo Yue was stunned for a moment, and when he came to his senses, he quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at him again.
Sheng Mozhao weakly raised his eyes and looked at Qing'e, but his peripheral vision was still glancing at Zhuo Yue who was kneeling on one knee. "Qing'e, tell me, is it because I am too weak and not the person the general wants that you treat me so coldly?"
If Qing'e had not seen those tearful eyes many times before, she would have been fooled by him.
"Don't be sad, Your Highness. Didn't the girl just say that the general was too busy with military affairs to come and see Your Highness?"
"I don't know what the lady's name is," he seemed to have just remembered that he didn't know Zhuo Yue's name.
Seeing Sheng Mozhao's weak face and soft and powerless voice, he immediately softened his heart and said, "Your Highness, my name is Zhuo Yue."
Hearing this, Sheng Mozhao turned around and saw Zhuo Yue still kneeling on one knee. He immediately looked at her with an apologetic look in his eyes, "Miss Zhuo Yue, why are you still kneeling? Get up quickly. There is no need to kneel in front of me."
"Yes." This time, Zhuo Yue's favorability towards Sheng Mozhao soared again. Seeing Sheng Mozhao coughing again, he quickly ordered people to add a few more quilts for Sheng Mozhao, "Your Highness, please summon the court doctor to come and take a look." After all, this neighborhood is not like Shengdu where it is spring all year round. Once winter comes, it is very cold and gloomy.
"It's okay, it's just an old problem. I have nothing to do here, you can leave."
Sheng Mozhao waved his hand, and Zhuo Yue had nothing to say, so he could only bow and leave.
"Sir, the master..." Qing'e wanted to defend Xiyao, but the news that the bride did not show up today would spread throughout the neighboring countries within three days, and it would only be a matter of time before it was reported back to Sheng Country. According to Sir Sheng Quan's temperament, even the master would probably come to make a fuss.
"What? Do you want to plead for her?" Sheng Mozhao looked at Qing'e with a smile. The sickly look on his body had long disappeared. He leaned lazily on the low couch by the window.
"I dare not"
"Okay, I know Xixi's temper, and I won't be angry with her because of this." However, I still have to cry about the grievance I felt today.
Sheng Mozhao rubbed the wedding dress on his body with his fingertips and sighed in his heart: I thought I could let you see me wearing wedding clothes this time, but it seems that there is no chance.
After a long time, snow began to fall outside the window, and the flying snowflakes brought a little chill. Sheng Mozhao looked down at the Ningyan Ring on his finger and chuckled, "Oh right, I'm afraid that today's events will soon reach the ears of my father, mother, and sister. With their tempers, they will definitely make a big fuss. Ask Hao Siming to write a letter and send it back as quickly as possible. Don't let my father, mother, and them get carried away."
"yes"
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