Chapter 39
“?!!”
"What!??"
You Yang's beautiful eyes widened as she blurted out.
What is this? Is she hallucinating? This isn't an arranged marriage between the male lead and the second female lead? This is between her and the villain? Is this even possible?
Qingyun was also shocked and speechless: "?!"
She gritted her teeth, knowing that King Xuan was coveting her young lady's beauty!
"How dare you! With the imperial edict in front of us, how can you question it?" Zhou Xiangzhong scolded her.
You Guolin was afraid that a small matter would become a big deal and be reported to the palace, causing him to be disliked by the emperor and even implicating the entire mansion.
He scolded her in a low voice: "Shut up!"
He turned around and apologized on You Yang's behalf, "My daughter was impolite. I will arrange for a capable nanny to teach her later. I hope you won't blame me, father-in-law."
Zhou Xiangzhong's expression finally softened.
You Guolin pressed You Yang's back and kowtowed to express his gratitude. Everyone said in unison: "Thank you, Lord!"
You Guolin pushed You Yang and reminded her to come forward to receive the imperial decree. This was the best marriage that he, as her father, had chosen for her.
After raising her for so many years, I can finally help her out a little.
You Yang was resisting with all her strength, but everyone's eyes were on her at the moment, so she had no choice but to step forward and take the bright yellow, hot scroll.
Zhou Xiangzhong smiled and congratulated: "Your servant congratulates the princess."
You Yang's mouth twitched, "Thank...thank you so much..." That's what she should say, right?
She now finally understood why Song Yanting was so confident, and why he defended her many times at the flower viewing banquet.
It turned out that they were all waiting for her here.
Liu Mei smiled happily and stuffed the heavy purse full of silver money into Zhou Xiangzhong's hand.
Her daughter will marry the fifth prince who is most likely to inherit the throne in the future, while that bitch's daughter will only spend the rest of her life in Prince Xuan's harem full of beautiful women. She feels happy just thinking about it.
"Thank you for your hard work, father-in-law. I hope you won't despise this little gift of mine."
The marriage between the fifth prince and the eldest daughter of the You family is a foregone conclusion, and it is only a matter of time before the marriage is granted.
Judging from the emperor's intention, the You Mansion will have two princesses in the future. Zhou Xiangzhong did not dare to disrespect Liu Mei, the mistress of the You family, and accepted it obediently with a smile.
"Thank you, Madam Liu."
"The emperor is still waiting for me to report back to him in the palace, so I won't stay here any longer. Farewell."
The group left in a mighty procession.
You Yang hadn't recovered from the shock of marrying the villain yet, and was standing there in a daze.
Qingyun Zifeng supported her on both sides.
Qingyun thought she was unwilling to marry King Xuan, "Miss, if you really don't want to marry, we can always find a way."
Zifeng was afraid that Qingyun would get carried away and do something stupid without thinking about the consequences.
"What else can we do? This is an imperial decree. If you disobey it, your entire clan will be punished."
She gently persuaded: "Miss, maybe we can try to accept it. Perhaps His Majesty the Xuanwang is not as the rumors say."
You Guolin came over and said some nice words in a serious tone, hinting at her in both obvious and subtle ways.
"Yang'er, this marriage was obtained by your father with untold hardships. You must not let your father down."
"The governess will come to our house in two days. You'd better behave yourself and don't bring shame to our You family!" When You Guolin said this, he couldn't help but raise his voice a little, and then he softened his voice.
"During this period of time, you should focus on preparing for your wedding. If you need anything, just ask your mother. When you get married, don't forget the kindness of our You family."
"You are tired today, go back and rest."
"knew."
After saying everything that needed to be said, You Guolin left after the crowd dispersed.
You Yang was yelled at for no reason. She was not a soft-hearted person. She was not a monk who chanted "Amitabha" all day long and would not get angry.
She was planning in her mind that she must expose Liu Mei's affairs before leaving Youfu.
Both she and her daughter wanted to ruin her reputation, so she would naturally give them a taste of their own medicine.
On the way back to Luoshui Courtyard, Youyang remained silent.
Although it would be nice to be able to leave the troublesome backyard of Youfu.
She has now deviated from the plot of the story and has successfully escaped the involvement of the male protagonist.
However, this development was beyond her expectations. As the heroine, she was about to marry the villain.
But it doesn't matter anymore. After spending these days together, I've found that Song Yanting is a nice person. As long as her life is not in danger, staying with him is a good choice.
Song Yan was so sure that he could return to his fiefdom with him, which meant that he had anticipated this arranged marriage and everything was under his control.
He took advantage of Emperor Chongde's unwillingness to see him succeed and pushed for the marriage, perhaps so that she could serve him better and protect his personal safety without time limit.
“Eh…”
Just thinking about this drained all of Youyang's energy.
Being a slave is so tiring...
This happened too suddenly, and Youyang was still angry.
You Yang shrugged and glanced at Zi Feng who was massaging her calves. "Go tell your master to come over and give me an explanation."
Zi Feng shuddered and knelt down in front of the two people in the inner room.
"Slave...slave doesn't know what the lady is talking about..."
"Miss Zifeng, is there anything wrong?" Qingyun was confused.
You Yang patiently explained, "Song Yan heard that the Xuanyouwei training has a characteristic. When jumping with Qinggong, the left foot will be more powerful. Over time, this will become a habit. When you walk, your left foot will always be more powerful than your right foot."
Qingyun was filled with admiration, "Miss! You are so smart and amazing!"
"But when did you become so knowledgeable about Qinggong?"
You Yang turned away in annoyance.
She explained vaguely: "I'm smart, I learned it just by watching..."
Zi Feng had no choice but to admit, "My mistress is very smart. I was sent by the master to protect you."
"Forgive me for being so nosy. When did the mistress discover me?"
You Yang felt a little uncomfortable when she first heard this name, and it took her a moment to accept it.
"I've noticed you since the first day the butler brought you to my yard. You walk without making any sound, and I can tell you're a martial artist. The muscles in your arms and hands are tight. I think your best weapon is the whip. Am I right?"
Zifeng nodded in agreement.
"That's all, but if you're happy with my service, you can continue to serve me in the future. I'll leave all the fighting to you." You Yang patted her shoulder with high hopes.
She doesn't like fighting, it's harmful to the body and life, painful and tiring. Compared to fighting, she prefers to be a salted fish who only knows how to enjoy life.
"But don't forget to ask your master to give me an explanation. Just say that the marriage was too sudden and it hurt me deeply."
Zi Feng had no choice but to convey the words exactly as they were to Song Yan.
Youyang Song Yan didn't see the person she heard from that night. Just when she was about to get a little angry, she saw Zifeng take out two exquisitely carved boxes.
When he opened it, he found two sets of exquisite head ornaments that were extremely rich and luxurious. One was made of pure gold, and the other was carved from white jade. Youyang loved them so much that he wanted to hold them while sleeping.
Song Yan listened and prescribed the right medicine, and with one move he coaxed You Yang into submission.
Xuanwang Mansion.
Canglin told Song Yan about Youyang's reaction to receiving the gift.
Song Yan just chuckled and said, "Little money-grubber."
Cang Lin had already questioned Mu Lin and learned the truth of the investigation. "Master, it seems that the mistress has completely forgotten everything about her childhood. What will you do next?"
Song Yan listened with ease, "She had a hard childhood. It was painful, so forget it. There's no need to remember that memory."
"Now that you have recognized her, no one is worthy of her except me."
Late at night, You Yang fell into a deep sleep on the bed, not knowing what she was dreaming about. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she was sweating profusely, soaking her white pajamas.
In her dream, she saw the little girl who had flashed through her mind again as a bystander.
But this time, the boy next to the little girl disappeared, and all that was left in her ears was the constant cursing.
"You jinx, you only knew how to run away. I've been looking for you for so long. Just starve in this room for two days. If you don't die, just bear with it."
"After being abandoned in the countryside for more than ten years, no one cares about your life or death. Even if you starve to death, no one will ask a single question."
"Did I tell you to run away? It seems you won't learn your lesson unless you suffer a little. Someone, get a needle and prick her finger!"
…
Not only were there curses, but You Yang, as a bystander in the dream, could actually feel the excruciating pain in his heart from the sharp needles piercing his ten fingers, the sour pain in his empty stomach, and the dull pain from the old wounds on his body that began to ache in the damp and cold environment.
The double torture of body and mind made her trapped in a nightmare and unable to wake up.
The painful groaning sound from above the bed attracted people's attention.
A large hand with distinct joints lifted the gauze curtain at the sound. Song Yan couldn't help but look at her seriously when he saw her sweating profusely and her brows furrowed.
He lifted his robe and sat on the edge of the bed, clenched his five fingers into a fist, rubbing his palms together, wanting to reach out to feel the warmth of her forehead, but stopped just before her smooth forehead.
She felt inexplicably uneasy at night, just like the feeling when she disappeared from her own world.
I came here late at night just to take a look at her and confirm with my own eyes that she had not disappeared.
Song Yan listened and took out a handkerchief from his bosom to wipe the fine beads of sweat from her forehead.
But the person on the couch became increasingly uneasy for some reason, twisting his body and letting out tiny moans from his throat.
Song Yan's first reaction was that she might have caught a cold and had a fever, so he placed two fingers on You Yang's wrist to feel her pulse.
The pulse is normal.
He turned around and stood up to go out and call Zifeng to get some hot water, but his hand was held by Youyang who was sleeping soundly, and was held tightly, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.
His big hand was grabbed by You Yang and placed under his cheek, hugging him tightly. The warmth of her soft and delicate skin was transmitted to Song Yanting's palm.
A little bit of temperature was like the first fire that ignited the grass and trees, burning Song Yanting's whole body, and the warm current in his body kept rolling for a long time.
He groaned, suppressing the wandering thoughts in his body, "Purple Wind."
Zi Feng walked around the screen and entered the inner room. "Master, what are your orders?"
"Get some hot water and wipe her."
Before this, Song Yanting let You Yang hold his hand.
Fortunately, Youyang's complexion improved a lot after that, and his breathing became even and easy.
For half an hour, Song Yanting remained motionless.
It was not until Zifeng came in with hot water and prepared to wipe Youyang that Song Yanting successfully pulled back his numb palm.
He waved his hand and walked out, "Don't tell her I was here."
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