Chapter 8 The Wedding Night.
It hurts so badly.
Waaaaah...
Through the red veil, she naturally couldn't see whether the man's face was cold or not. Only when her gaze fell downwards could she glimpse the hem of his robe, which was the same color as his wedding attire, swaying with his steps, like the shape of flowing clouds in the sky, yet not quite.
He treated her like this just as she was about to enter the room.
Ji Wanyuan could already foresee how difficult the days ahead would be; the Wen family was practically her prison. She sighed inwardly, her lips trembling.
Tonight... tonight is still the so-called wedding night.
She is pregnant, only three months along, and the pregnancy is still unstable, with the possibility of miscarriage at any time. He probably won't touch her, right?
She never wanted to sleep with him again!
Thinking of their intimacy that day, the man's face turned as cold as ice, but his movements were incredibly forceful and ruthless, as if he wanted to crush and tear her apart.
When she got back, her whole body ached so much that her legs trembled when she walked.
Especially her chest, which was covered with men's finger marks. It hurt to even touch it. She didn't even dare to wear underwear anymore. For those few days, she stayed in her room every day, wearing a cloak and not seeing anyone.
She secretly had Jade apply ointment to her for a long time before she slowly started to get better.
Right now, he was holding her hand so tightly that it hurt terribly.
In front of others, she only dared to grumble inwardly, but dared not complain openly.
If this had happened before, she would have pulled her hand back immediately if she had been even slightly upset. Who would want to suffer such an injustice!
After learning Wen Qiyan's true colors, she no longer dared to act arrogantly in front of him and had to be careful in everything she did.
We must not let him take advantage of us, nor should we offend him, lest he seek revenge later.
Thinking of this, she fell silent.
When Wen Qiyan reached out and grabbed Ji Wanyuan, he had considered that she might struggle. After all, she had always been so arrogant. If she could pull back once, she would do it again. Therefore, he used a lot of force.
That day, she resisted him like a cat with its fur standing on end, scratching and clawing at him, almost breaking his face. She only calmed down when she ran out of strength. Today, Ji Wanyuan was actually well-behaved.
Perhaps it's because she's getting married today and it's in front of others, but she's finally learned to tone down her spoiled princess temper a bit.
Her hand was held in his palm; it was soft and boneless, and small.
Tender and smooth.
Wen Qiyan frowned slightly, but quickly the frown disappeared.
"..."
Although the Wen family's residence was not as large as the Ji family's, it was still considered quite large among the prominent families in the capital.
The distance to the main hall of the Wen family was very long. When the man let go of her, Ji Wanyuan felt that her hand was about to go numb and hurt.
She followed the instructions of the person next to her like a puppet, bowing to the heavens and earth with Wen Qiyan and performing the husband-and-wife bowing ceremony.
Unexpectedly, during the bowing ceremony, some guests egged Wen Qiyan on, urging him to bow more deeply, preferably lower than the bride, so that he would have to give way to her in the future!
Everyone around them chimed in, "Yes!"
Upon hearing the voice, Ji Wanyuan instantly recognized it as Fang Chao, a notorious playboy from the capital. This man was known for his lack of propriety and often harassed respectable women, especially enjoying challenging her.
She hates him, but don't think she can't see that Fang Chao is lusting after her.
But who does he think he is? Even if the Fang family is of high status, she wouldn't even look at someone like Fang Chao.
Privately, she had her father and brothers teach him a lesson, but Fang Chao was too thick-skinned. He wasn't afraid of being disciplined or beaten, so Ji Wanyuan had no choice but to give up.
Now she's causing trouble for her again. If these words had been spoken before, they would have been acceptable, since she wanted Wen Qiyan to submit to her, to be her subject, to be subservient to her, and to obey her every word.
But now... never mind.
With her head covered by a red veil, it was unclear whether Wen Qiyan had bowed his head amidst the jeers of the crowd. In any case, they couldn't let him lose face or be left without a way out, lest he hold a grudge.
So she felt the urge to help the other person out of the predicament, and lowered her head even further.
This sudden movement caused her to bump into Wen Qiyan.
"Oh my, what is the bride doing! She's so eager to get close to the groom!" The people around laughed.
Ji Wanyuan felt embarrassed and her face turned red. How could she have known that she would bump into someone like that? Luckily, no one saw it.
The elderly women nearby quickly chimed in, "It's good that they get closer! This couple will surely live a harmonious and loving life together, growing old hand in hand!"
"Yes, yes, yes..."
Madam Wen noticed that Wen Qiyan's face darkened, and he became increasingly dissatisfied with Ji Wanyuan's rashness.
She's like this the moment she walks in. Doesn't she care about losing face? Thinking about how arrogant and unreasonable this young lady is, I really don't know what kind of mess the Wen family will be in the future.
At the opportune moment, Mr. Wen stepped in and said a few auspicious words.
So Ji Wanyuan, surrounded by maids and old women, went to the bridal chamber first.
After arriving at the bridal chamber, her hands ached, and the phoenix crown was heavy, so she wanted to pull it off to catch her breath.
Jade, with her sharp eyes, noticed her actions and quickly stopped her, "Miss, you can't act recklessly. It's bad luck for the bride to lift her veil herself!"
What's this about good or bad luck? If her neck was crushed by the heavy phoenix crown and she died in the bridal chamber, would that be good luck?
Ji Wanyuan scoffed, not wanting to listen at all.
Who knew that Emerald would advise her to be patient, saying that this was the Wen family home, and after marriage, she should still be more careful about her husband's family, lest others see it and it reach the ears of Madam Wen and Lord Wen, making them unhappy with her and making her life difficult in the future.
Even with the Prime Minister and his wife backing her up, it's not good for a new bride to cause trouble in her husband's family right after marriage; it would damage her reputation if word got out.
What reputation does she still have? Besides, what use is a reputation anyway? She has never cared about it, Ji Wanyuan thought to herself in disapproval.
"Besides, if the son-in-law sees this, he will definitely dislike you, so you should just bear with it and not make a scene."
But when the Wen family was mentioned, Ji Wanyuan barely calmed down.
She can be willful, but that's at home. The Wen family is not like the Ji family. If she throws a tantrum again, wouldn't she offend Wen Qiyan?
Forget it, I'll just have to bear the pain for now.
So Ji Wanyuan remained still and sat upright.
Seeing that she didn't make a fuss, Emerald breathed a sigh of relief and secretly slipped a few wrapped Ruyi cakes into her hand before leaving.
After the person left, Ji Wanyuan lowered her eyes and opened the box. It was a Ruyi cake made by her mother. Although it was cold and the cake had crumbled a bit, it was still very fragrant. It was clear that it was made with care.
Fearing she would be hungry, her mother got up early to tend to her, but she was upset and barely ate anything, and even had it taken away.
Seeing this now, I feel even more distressed.
Lately, she has been regretting that she should never have gone to Wen Qiyan in the first place, which made her a terrible mistake. She is now unable to eat or sleep, and she is worried that she will bring trouble to her family in the future.
If she hadn't been willful and reckless, she wouldn't have had this child, and the Emperor wouldn't have bestowed the marriage upon her.
Once the floodgates opened, the tears were impossible to hold back.
The back of her hand, which was holding the pastries, was red from the grip of Wen Qiyan. In contrast to the pastries her mother had given her, Ji Wanyuan cried even harder.
Tears fell in a steady stream onto her knees, the back of her hands, and even onto the pastries. She quickly stuffed the pastries into her mouth and wiped away her tears.
Having tasted the bittersweet flavor, I couldn't stop the tears.
She cried for a long time before hearing footsteps. Only then did she come to her senses and stop crying. She subconsciously brought her knees together, and the unfinished pastries rolled down the wall. Ji Wanyuan reached out to pick them up, but she didn't expect the door to be open. She could only hook the pastries back with her foot and cover them with her skirt.
"..."
Even if Wen Qiyan didn't want to look, he had already noticed her actions out of the corner of his eye.
What was she up to before he came in?
She's putting on quite a convincing act right now; if I didn't already know what kind of person she was, I would have been completely fooled.
Wen Qiyan sneered inwardly, but stood still with a blank expression.
Seeing that he didn't move, Qinghe, the attendant behind him, called out "Young Master" to remind him before the old women standing by could speak.
"It's getting late, young master, don't miss the auspicious time." The old woman guarding the gate reminded him. She was one of the people who came with Ji Wanyuan as part of her dowry, and she was a capable assistant given to her by Madam Ji.
Wen Qiyan looked in the direction of the sound, his gaze turning cold, which unconsciously silenced the other person.
Only after the other party dared not say anything more did he step inside.
The door was closed again.
Hearing the man's approaching footsteps, Ji Wanyuan was terrified, and her hands, resting on her knees, involuntarily twisted and wrung the fabric of her skirt.
The man watched her movements, unaware that she was afraid.
Her delicate white fingertips clenched the red dress, making her look like a shy and charming young girl.
He couldn't help but raise a cold laugh. Would this woman be shy?
She's incredibly thick-skinned.
The man had been standing in front of her for a long time without making a sound. Ji Wanyuan's neck ached from the pressure of the phoenix crown. She wondered whether she should remind him, but how should she say it?
Amidst the silent struggle, the red veil covering her was lifted.
The moment the light shone on her face, she felt a little uncomfortable and raised her hand to shield it.
The handsome and tall young man appeared in her hazy vision.
When her gaze settled, she only saw the other person's indifferent and impatient profile.
Wen Qiyan walked away and sat down at a round table far away from her. He took a cup, poured himself some tea, and drank it to soothe his throat, which had been filled with spicy liquor.
Because Ji Wanyuan was pregnant, she naturally could not drink the nuptial wine.
Inside the room, on a platter, was fruit syrup.
But Wen Qiyan had no intention of drinking the nuptial wine with her.
After drinking a cup of tea, I rubbed my temples and felt somewhat better.
She was unusually quiet today, unlike before when she would come up to him and chatter incessantly, her perfume and perfumes lingering around him, her jewels and ornaments dazzling and annoying.
Even though Ji Wanyuan didn't speak, Wen Qiyan could feel her gaze directed at him.
He looked back.
I saw a small, colorful, yet ugly face.
Is this still Ji Wanyuan?
He frowned and stared intently, confirming it was her.
She seemed to have been crying; her carefully applied makeup was smudged on her face, and her eyes were incredibly red. She was staring at him intently, as if she were still somewhat wary.
Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, but Wen Qiyan found himself somewhat distracted.
He looked at her, and through her stained face and swollen eyes, he thought of the day she lay beneath him.
Tears streamed down her face, and her cries were shrill and mournful; she cried fiercely and ugly.
But the soft, damp embrace that he was forced to get close to in his revenge brought him a pleasure he had never experienced before.
Thinking of this, a faint abnormality gradually rose in his body.
"..."
A note from the author:
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Here I am! [Exaggerated emoji] My sleep schedule is getting increasingly messed up, but I'll definitely update earlier tomorrow! [Glasses emoji]
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