Chapter 151 World 6 (End)
Bao Shan's eyes were soft, and her voice was like a gentle breeze, gently soothing Qin Fu's troubled thoughts. She said softly, "According to my elder sister's appearance, I will definitely get what I want. If I really marry with my elder sister, I am afraid that I will become a hindrance and hinder my elder sister's plans in the harem."
But there is no chance to verify all of this.
Qin Fu's brows relaxed slightly, knowing that the matter was settled and that further hesitation was futile. Qin Fu glanced at the hesitant maid not far away. Her tense expression relaxed slightly, and she took a few steps back. Seeing this, the maid understood that Qin Fu had given in. She hurried forward, took the veil from Bao Shan's hand, and covered her intricate bun with it.
"Second Miss, don't miss the auspicious time."
Bao Shan's vision was completely obscured by the blinding crimson, and she could no longer discern the expression on Qin Fu's face. Only when Bao Shan's feet crossed the threshold of the Qin residence did her heart, which had been hanging in the air, finally settle down. From her boudoir to the gate, Bao Shan did not look back. She knew that these decades of flattery had finally come to an end.
Lu Wenhe's voice rang in my ears. Compared with his usual coldness and indifference, there was now a hint of warmth in Lu Wenhe's words.
I think the sight of people wearing wedding clothes and seeing lights and decorations everywhere also infected Lu Wenhe and made him happy.
Lu Wenhe was wearing a wedding dress of the same color as the treasure fan. Lu Wenhe rarely wore such a bright crimson color.
He usually wears colors like bamboo green and dark blue, and looks like a handsome and elegant gentleman.
Lu Wenhe, dressed in wedding clothes, had a charming and beautiful look even in her eyes and eyebrows. Even her thin lips, which were usually tightly pursed, were radiant and charming, making people feel a little mesmerized.
Lu Wenhe leaned over and turned his strong back towards the treasure fan.
Under the guidance of the people around, Baoshan slowly climbed up Lu Wenhe's back. Under the wide sleeves were two slender arms, which slowly wrapped around Lu Wenhe's neck.
When Bao Shan put all his strength on Lu Wenhe's back, Lu Wenhe lifted Bao Shan up with a little effort. His two broad palms caressed Bao Shan's soft buttocks.
Even through the complicated wedding dress, Lu Wenhe could sense the softness.
The distance between the mansion gate and the wedding sedan chair was not far, and Lu Wenhe's steps were steady and powerful as he slowly placed the treasure fan into the wedding sedan chair.
The moment Baoshan's arm loosened from Lu Wenhe's neck, it gently rubbed Lu Wenhe's cheek. The warmth felt at his fingertips made Lu Wenhe's body stiffen slightly.
The bridal sedan was lifted up, and Baoshan looked at the tassels of the bridal veil hanging down and swaying gently. She could clearly feel that her body was suspended in mid-air.
There was a lot of noise and bustle ahead, and the roads were lined with crowds of people watching the fun.
The crowd was discussing whose wedding this was that was so grand.
Upon learning that the Duke's son was getting married, the crowd began to wonder what the princess looked like, whether she was tall or short, plump or slender. However, they could never see the true appearance of the treasured fan. After all, behind the heavy curtains, how could the princess's face be easily revealed?
Amid the bustle of the crowd, Baoshan, sitting in the wedding sedan, seemed to hear someone calling her name. She stretched out her bare hand and lifted the curtain. Against this bustling scene, Xie Guan's expression seemed even more desolate. He blurted out Baoshan's name, then a wave of sadness washed over him. How could Baoshan hear it?
But when Xie Guan saw the curtain being lifted slightly, revealing skin as white and delicate as jade, his heart trembled slightly - Baoshan must have heard it.
Xie Guan pushed through the crowded crowd and ran towards the wedding sedan that was getting farther and farther away.
But when he pushed away the person in front of him, beads of sweat appeared on Xie Guan's forehead. He looked up to follow the wedding sedan, but only saw a crimson shadow.
Xie Guan stood there, looking dazed.
Even the most experienced sedan bearers cannot avoid the bumps and jolts.
As the wedding sedan swayed, many images flashed through Baoshan's mind.
Baoshan clung to the edge of the bridal sedan chair, barely maintaining stability.
Lu Wenhe's calm and cold voice came intermittently from the front.
Because it was a happy day, Lu Wenhe did not get angry, but he was obviously in a bad mood.
The sedan bearers were scolded and fell silent. When they carried the wedding sedan again, their steps were much steadier.
Baoshan had no time to rejoice. Her beautiful eyes trembled slightly, connecting all the events of the past few days together.
It turned out that what Han Wenxin said was not crazy talk, but what really happened.
Two completely different lives emerged in Baoshan's mind.
In the first life, Han Wenxin fell into the water during a spring outing banquet. Lu Wenhe jumped into the water to rescue her, but was obsessed with Han Wenxin and insisted on marrying her.
But after marriage, Han Wenxin didn't enjoy the glamorous life of a crown prince's consort. Instead, she was confined to a darkened tower, where even her interactions with servants were tightly controlled by Lu Wenhe. Until a fire destroyed the tower. In her second life, Han Wenxin, armed with memories of her past, was reborn. She changed her previously infatuated devotion to Lu Wenhe, even avoiding him at a spring banquet when he came to her rescue.
This change did catch Lu Wenhe's attention.
In many things that followed, Han Wenxin showed a maturity and stability that he had never shown before.
Lu Wenhe was moved and finally welcomed Han Wenxin into the house with sincerity.
In their previous life, they were a couple with grudges. In this life, Han Wenxin wanted to escape. But when Lu Wenhe showed some concern for her, she suddenly realized that she could not escape because her heart was tied to Lu Wenhe.
Something must have gone wrong, which resulted in Han Wenxin not only failing to be honest with Lu Wenhe, but being thrown into a remote place.
And now, the one who became the Crown Prince's Consort was Bao Shan, who had been striving to marry into a wealthy family in both of her lives.
However, both lives did not end well. In the first life, the precious fan was poisoned by the mistress.
In his second life, Han Wenxin orchestrated a plot to discredit Baoshan, allowing Miss Yin to identify her and discredit her. She then married her to a violent man, claiming she was "uneasy at home." Xie Guan, in turn, became completely disillusioned with Baoshan, and he, no longer attached to her, settled into a peaceful life with Miss Yin.
Baoshan frowned slightly, not understanding why she had to think about these things on her wedding day.
People in the world believe in ghosts and gods, and so do precious fans.
God reminded her of this, perhaps to make her stop before it was too late and ruin the marriage between Han Wenxin and Lu Wenhe. Unable to contain her guilt, she broke off the engagement herself before actually marrying Lu Wenhe.
Or, even more kindly, return Lu Wenhe to Han Wenxin to rectify his original "fate." Baoshan chuckled softly. Understanding all the causes and consequences didn't make her feel guilty, but instead solidified her decision to choose Lu Wenhe.
A man who can thrive in the court in two lives and be remembered by the reborn person forever must be a favorite of heaven.
Baoshan covered the shifted veil, placed her hands quietly on her knees, and waited quietly for the wedding sedan to be carried into the Duke's Mansion.
Bowing, kneeling... everything passed by in a hurry like a cursory glance.
Before the wedding wine was even drunk, Lu Wenhe had already lifted the veil from the treasure fan.
His movements were quick and decisive, without the slightest hesitation, and he looked cold and indifferent, as if he didn't understand romance.
But when the arms that lifted the veil and held up Baoshan, Baoshan knew from the scorching heat that the calmness on Lu Wenhe's face was all fake.
Lu Wenhe picked up the treasured fan and walked through the courtyard. Perhaps it was Lu Wenhe's intention, so there were no maids or servants waiting on him along the way.
Arriving at a towering building, Lu Wenhe paused briefly before ascending the steps. This place was called Zhaixing, meaning "a tower a hundred feet high, where one can pluck the stars with one's hands." The pitch-black tower rose, seemingly reaching into the clouds.
A raging fire flashed through Baoshan's mind. In his first life, Han Wenxin was buried here, without freedom.
Baoshan's heart trembled slightly, but his face still looked obedient.
The wooden door of the Star-Picking Tower was pushed open. There was no candlelight inside, but it still shimmered with a golden glow, like the stars in the sky.
There was no soft couch in the room, and the floor was covered with thick animal skins.
Gold, silver and jewelry were thrown onto the ground like stones and gravel, rolling everywhere.
The precious fan soon became one of these gems.
Lu Wenhe placed her on the ground. In the dim room, only wisps of moonlight poured in. Baoshan knelt on the ground, looking up at Lu Wenhe.
From this perspective, Lu Wenhe looked even taller. The paranoia on his face and the possessiveness in his black pupils were frightening.
Lu Wenhe opened his thin lips and said, "Now, you really belong to me."
Baoshan curled up, her porcelain-white face bathed in the moonlight, making her look even more fragile. It made people feel so hot in their hearts that they wanted to humiliate her.
Lu Wenhe's proposal of marriage was a far-sighted one, a plan made after careful consideration.
Ever since he learned that Xie Guan went to the Yin family to break off the engagement, Lu Wenhe knew what Xie Guan was thinking.
The rumors flying around made Lu Wenhe feel annoyed.
No matter what the precious fan looked like, it was his after all, and he would not allow others to comment on it or judge it.
Lu Wenhe didn't care about the family of his wife, whether she was a legitimate daughter or a concubine's daughter.
It's just a decoration brought into the house to conform to the customs.
However, no matter which ornament it is, if she becomes his wife, she should be placed quietly in the Zhaixing Tower like other objects.
However, amidst the rumors and Xie Guan's evil intentions, Lu Wenhe finally began to think carefully about what kind of wife he wanted.
The servants who got married in the mansion said that when marrying a wife, one must choose someone with a pretty face and a soft body.
Lu Wenhe thought, then he might as well marry Baoshan, as her appearance and figure were exactly what he wanted.
Lu Wenhe was decisive and quick to act. Once he made up his mind, he did not hesitate and quickly finalized the details of the engagement.
But Lu Wenhe calculated the timing accurately and intentionally got one step ahead of Xie Guan, making Xie Guan think that he was just a moment late and regret it for the rest of his life.
Lu Wenhe leaned over and slid his fingers easily across Baoshan's cheek, which was as white as mutton-fat jade.
"Since you have pleased me, even if it's only a little, it's not easy. This is your reward."
Lu Wenhe's fingers lingered around Baoshan's soft lips until her tender eyes, filled with a shimmering light, were tinged with a beautiful blush. Lu Wenhe paused slightly and asked, "Are you happy?"
Baoshan's voice was soft, with a numbing tingle in it: "Getting married is a major event in a woman's life, so naturally she should be happy."
Lu Wenhe was not satisfied with this answer. He felt that Baoshan should be happy, but not because of the marriage, but because of him.
Lu Wenhe glanced around at the gold, silver, jewels, jade, and agates surrounding him, and said in a voice that was bewitching: "From now on, you will stay with these priceless jewels and gold and silver, okay?"
This means that the treasure fan will be confined in the Zhaixing Tower, just like Han Wenxin in his previous life, without any freedom and can only keep company with cold and dead objects.
Facing Lu Wenhe's current self, a rash rejection would surely anger him, and he would become like a dusty jewel, ignored and lifeless.
Her eyelashes, like precious fans and butterfly wings, trembled slightly, and were instantly filled with shimmering water light. She said softly, "No, I don't want to stay here."
Lu Wenhe paused, and before he felt disappointed, he heard the weak sound of the treasure fan.
"It's so dark here, I'm afraid of the dark... If I have to stay here, can you stay with me...
After we get married, you will be my husband, and husband and wife should live together..."
I heard Baoshan racking her brains, trying to persuade Lu Wenhe to stay here with her.
Lu Wenhe chuckled. Baoshan was weak in nature. Even if she was asked to stay in the dark Zhaixing Tower, Baoshan would not escape. She would only want him to accompany her.
Lu Wenhe leaned over and sat beside the treasure fan. He stretched out his long arms and held the treasure fan in his arms.
The slight trembling of the person in his arms showed that Baoshan's fear was not false.
Lu Wenhe opened his lips slightly and bit Baoshan's earlobe. His warm breath made Baoshan's body tremble.
"Well... you can't leave me like this..."
These words were extremely intimate, almost like whispers between lovers.
Baoshan blushed and nestled in Lu Wenhe's arms, refusing to answer.
Lu Wenhe was about to get up and leave, muttering to himself, "Then I can leave."
Baoshan tugged at Lu Wenhe's sleeves, her voice faint as a mosquito's hum: "I can't...I can't leave...Don't leave."
Only then did Lu Wenhe sit down leisurely. The complete dependence of the warm and soft beauty in his arms made Lu Wenhe feel soft in his heart for the first time in a long time.
A thought suddenly popped up in his mind: the precious fan will never leave him because the precious fan needs him.
Lu Wenhe is Baoshan's husband, a husband she cannot abandon no matter how much she tries to escape.
The numerous obstacles gradually cleared up, and Lu Wenhe realized that he would not stay in Zhaixing Tower forever. And if Baoshan stayed there, given her fragile nature, she would surely cry and grieve. Lu Wenhe pondered for a moment and made a decision: to take Baoshan with him.
The Zhaixing Tower stores intangible objects, but the treasure fan is a treasure that needs to be carried close to the body, so how can it be put on the shelf?
The spring dream left no trace.
Outside the window, the drizzle of rain covered up the soft chanting in the Zhaixing Tower.
The animal skin beneath them was slightly curled up due to the sweat of the man and woman.
Baoshan's white arms, like tight vines, clung to Lu Wenhe's neck, thus supporting her slender body and preventing it from falling.
Under Lu Wenhe's guidance, Baoshan called Lu Wenhe's name softly, over and over again.
"Wen He, Wen He...husband..."
Lu Wenhe's brows were tense, and his broad, hot hands stroked Baoshan's slender and fragile waist.
It was not until Baoshan burst into tears that Lu Wenhe coaxed Baoshan and called her again, but it was not "Wenhe".
"Spring is born."
This extremely vulgar name was the only thing he had when he was left in the countryside, and it was something he had not robbed of his twin brother.
Baoshan looked well-behaved, calling softly, "Chunsheng..."
Lu Wenhe's heart felt hot, and even the corners of his eyes were filled with warmth. He held the treasure fan tightly, and responded softly with utmost gentleness.
"Baoshan is Chunsheng's wife."
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