Lady Li gave birth to another daughter, and the household was quite lively for several days. It was said that Lady Li was not very happy, and Nan could not tell whether the Fourth Master was happy or not.
Now that he's been staying at Wanyue Pavilion more often, Nan Yi has no chance to sneak out and play.
The days passed by at a leisurely pace. On the day of the Ninth Prince's wedding, Yinzhen said he would take her, along with Lady Nian and Lady Li, to the Ninth Prince's residence for a banquet, but Nan Yi refused.
Ah Tang had given instructions not to go, not to go... How could that be? Weddings are usually lively in the evening.
Recently, Nan Tong has been spending more time with Yinzhen, and the Nian and Li families find her quite displeasing and try every means to cause trouble.
Working together, they succeeded.
Nan Yi clapped and cheered, finally seeing off the Fourth Master. She would embrace her freedom and thank the Nian family and the Li family.
The maids sighed helplessly. "Master's gone. He's going to cause trouble again. We pray to God to protect him from getting into trouble. Amitabha."
As evening fell and only the last rays of sunlight remained on the horizon, Nan Yi excitedly tidied herself up in the house. She snatched a set of old clothes from Yi Ren. Among all the maids in the room, only the two of them were close in stature.
The servants were not allowed to wear silk, and all had to wear cloth. Nan Yi rewarded several of the head maids with a lot of good fabric, which they saved up to take home.
After tidying up his face, Nan Yi looked at himself from side to side, clapped his hands in satisfaction, waved to the maids, and quietly slipped out of the mansion.
The Ninth Prince's residence was a familiar place to her, but today the Ninth Prince was celebrating a happy occasion, and the courtyard was bustling with activity and many servants.
She stole a plate of chicken from the kitchen, sneaked into the bridal chamber, and hid on the roof beam. Outside, the newlyweds were paying their respects to heaven and earth. Before long, the newlyweds would be brought into the bridal chamber.
Nan Yi was very interested in the stunning beauty described by Yi Ren. Wan Qing was already stunning enough, but the Ninth Prince's wife could be even more beautiful. Could she be a celestial being?
She leisurely munched on the chicken, waiting for the newcomer. The plate wasn't very big, and the meat was quickly devoured.
With nothing to eat and nothing to do, she looked around the new house. Her gaze fell on the table in the middle of the room, which was full of food. Nan Yi looked around, quickly jumped down from the roof beam, grabbed a plate of food from the table, and hid again.
She could vaguely hear the sounds of being led into the bridal chamber coming from the front yard. Nan thought to herself, "It's finally over. If they hadn't come soon, I wouldn't have had the patience to wait any longer."
One wave of lively chatter followed another, and a chaotic throng of footsteps rushed toward the new house. Nan raised her eyebrows, excitedly stretched her neck, and grabbed more food from the plate and put it in her mouth.
It was cold and tasted bad. Resisting the urge to spit it out, she took a small bite. Ugh, it was raw.
Nan Yi couldn't help but complain that the chef in A-Tang's mansion was too incompetent, making raw food to fool people, and that she would definitely complain to him next time.
She put the plate back on the table, then took a plate of peanuts back to the roof beam. After she hid it, the laughter and chatter outside the house were deafening.
The door was pushed open, and a group of people escorted the newlyweds in.
In the lead were A-Tang and his primary consort, both dressed in red robes. The bride's face was obscured by a red veil, but the Ninth Prince's red robe attire was exceptionally handsome and dashing, making one's legs weak with admiration.
He was followed by seven or eight men, none of whom could match him.
The handsome guy didn't seem very happy; he was forcing a smile.
He married a great beauty, but he's not happy. So many people dream of having her, but he can't. Sigh, is there any justice in this?
Nan Yi drooled as he peeked at the newlyweds, then suddenly spotted the Eighth Prince and the Fourth Prince smiling at each other in the back of the crowd.
The three young men, the Tenth Prince, the Thirteenth Prince, and the Fourteenth Prince, squeezed to the front, their eyes gleaming, constantly making jokes that made everyone burst into laughter from time to time.
These guys have the potential to be comedians.
Like a crosstalk performance, the three of them spoke one line after another, and their coordination was excellent.
The Ninth Prince rarely showed a smile. When reminded by Granny Xi to lift his veil, he lifted it amidst the teasing of the crowd. The Thirteenth Prince took the lead and shouted "Bravo!"
Nan Yi glanced over and, to be honest, couldn't tell whether Ninth Princess Consort was beautiful or ugly. Her makeup was too abstract; her face looked like a wall.
But since everyone praises it as beautiful, it must be beautiful.
With a beaming smile, the wedding attendant picked up a steamed bun from the table and walked over to the newlyweds to feed them. But as she picked up her chopsticks, she noticed that someone had taken a bite out of one of the steamed buns on the plate, leaving half of it untouched.
When the Ninth Prince and his wife saw her hesitate, they were taken aback.
Granny Xi sighed and pretended not to see anything as she picked up the buns and fed them to the two of them.
The two men spoke one after the other, and the room erupted in another round of laughter.
After the wedding night festivities, the Ninth Prince left with a group of people. After witnessing another gathering of sisters-in-law, only the bride and two maids remained in the South First Class Room. She originally wanted to find an opportunity to slip away.
Suddenly, the two girls mentioned Wanqing.
“My lord, Consort Guo is just as the eldest son investigated. She is a rare beauty. Although she is not as beautiful as you, judging from her actions, she may become your formidable rival in the future.”
The Ninth Princess said indifferently, "It's nothing. She's not favored and has a weak personality. Even a mere concubine can climb up to her. What's there to worry about? Don't say such things. Serve me to wash and dress."
"Master, you still need to be careful."
"Yes, I know what I'm doing."
Nan Yi lost interest in hearing what followed; it seemed that A-Tang's primary consort was quite a formidable character.
She sympathized with the gentle Wanqing, but had no right to judge her, much less interfere in the affairs between A-Tang and Wanqing.
This isn't modern times; there's no such thing as a mistress here.
They were all women whom Ah Tang had rightfully married, with official status, and they were vying for the favor of their shared husband; there was no right or wrong in it.
The tragedy bestowed upon them by the times, such was their fate.
Just like herself, Nara disliked her and even suppressed her. Not to mention the underhanded methods she used, Nian and Li joined forces to try to intercept the Fourth Master, and the other women in the backyard banded together to ostracize her. It can't be said that they were wrong.
Having transmigrated here for three years and experienced it firsthand, her thoughts have long since changed. If she falls in love with the Fourth Prince and competes with Nara and others for him, even if she manages to have him all to herself, she will no longer feel the slightest guilt, nor will she think she is wrong.
Because what they were fighting for was never the Fourth Master, but fate itself.
However, this destiny encompasses too many complex things, including true love, social status, and even future wealth and honor.
Nan Yi sat on the beam in a daze. After washing up, Ninth Princess changed into her everyday clothes and sat on the edge of the bed waiting. Two personal maids were tidying up the trunks and boxes that the bride had brought to the bridal chamber.
The Ninth Prince appeared at the door, drunk. He chased away the two maids inside, slammed the door shut, and the bride came forward shyly. The Ninth Prince pulled her toward the bed.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Nan Yi jumped off the roof beam, quietly opened the window, and slipped away.
She had no interest in staying to eavesdrop; the last time she caught Ah Tang doing something intimate, he was embarrassed for a long time.
Yinzhen, who was in the room, pushed down Ninth Prince Consort and had just taken off his clothes when, as if possessed, he suddenly ran off the bed, circled the room, and walked to the screen, only to find that the window was open.
I walked to the window, and a night breeze suddenly made me more awake. The room was filled with red candles, but my heart was filled with loneliness.
She didn't come, she didn't come, that's good.
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