Chapter 270 Wedding Night, Can I Escape?
Crimson silk cascaded down from the top of the bed curtains on both sides like a waterfall.
Ji Qingwu was dazzled by the sea of red. She squinted as she looked at everything in front of her.
When I fell asleep and woke up, I found myself sleeping directly on the wedding bed.
She had no memory of how she came to the Wei family or what happened in between.
The bed curtains cast a warm yellow light, and two tall red candles sat on the bedside table, their flames flickering.
Did Wei Ting light the dragon and phoenix candles himself? And how was this ceremony performed?
After the dizziness subsided, Ji Qingwu understood why she had fallen into a deep sleep.
It was because Yuwen Tianqing bribed the Imperial Hospital to drug Yuan Heng that she drank a sip of the medicine. At the time, she thought that as long as she slept for a day and a night, she didn't take it seriously.
I wonder if Qiao Shi and Lan Zhi thought I was having suicidal thoughts and were still worried about me when they saw me sleeping so soundly this morning.
The windows in the bridal chamber were covered by a thin red veil.
Ji Qingwu couldn't see what was happening outside, but could hear the increasingly noisy banquet sounds.
The maidservant guarding the door saw that she had woken up and immediately went to her, overjoyed, and said, "Madam, you're awake! I'll go and call the general back right away."
Upon hearing this address, Ji Qingwu frowned uncomfortably and sat up straight from the head of the bed.
"No need. What's your name?"
"This servant's name is Xuemei, greetings to Madam."
The maid looked composed. Ji Qingwu asked, "Xuemei, do you know where my maid Lanzhi is?"
Xuemei said, "Madam, are you referring to the sister who accompanied you here? She's in the kitchen right now, overseeing the preparation of your medicine."
Ji Qingwu was temporarily relieved, but asked in confusion, "What kind of medicine is she brewing?"
Xuemei said, "This medicine was brewed for you. You are not feeling well, so today's wedding ceremony has been simplified. The general specially invited a physician from the Imperial Hospital to prescribe this medicine for you."
She dared not drink the medicine prescribed by the Imperial Hospital anymore.
Ji Qingwu looked at her and said, "Xuemei, go and call Lanzhi back. I need to talk to her."
Xuemei bowed her head in agreement and withdrew.
As soon as she stepped outside, Hanzhi, who was keeping watch with her, asked, "Sister Mei, has the new lady woken up?"
Xuemei said, "Yes, Madam wants to call her dowry maid over. Hanzhi, go to the kitchen and tell her to come back."
Hanzhi muttered, "The new wife's health is already so poor right after she entered the family. What will we do in the future?"
Xuemei retorted, "How dare you fabricate stories about Madam?"
Hanzhi was Xuemei's distant cousin, and the two were close. She was merely a maidservant outside the house, not allowed to enter the room to serve, and had never seen Ji Qingwu's face before.
Hanzhi asked curiously, "Sister Mei, the new lady was carried in by the general, and her head has been covered with a veil the whole time. I haven't seen what the new lady looks like yet. Is she pretty?"
Xuemei said, "You'll see when you get there. Hurry up! Otherwise, if you keep Madam waiting, you'll be in big trouble."
Wei Ting wanted to marry Ji Qingwu, and Madam Wei was initially unwilling to agree, but after a three-hour talk between the grandmother and grandson, the old lady finally relented.
Although the wedding preparations were rushed, they were still quite complete.
But to everyone's surprise, Ji Qingwu fell ill again inexplicably. No matter how many doctors came to see him, none of them could figure out what was wrong.
Even the imperial physicians in the palace were dragged back to Wei Ting's residence on horseback, but still no results were found.
The pulse was normal, but he just wouldn't wake up.
They simply brought the person from the Ji residence to the Wei family, skipping the traditional wedding ceremony and sending them straight to the bridal chamber.
Old Madam Wei, who was waiting in front of the hall to pay her respects, cried out "Injustice!" several times.
There was no one else in the bridal chamber. Ji Qingwu lifted a corner of the quilt, took out some red dates and longans to fill her stomach, and deliberately avoided peanuts.
After eating something, Ji Qingwu's dizziness completely subsided.
She put on her embroidered shoes and stepped out of bed. The wide hem of her bright red wedding dress trailed on the ground as she lifted the hem of her dress and walked to the bronze mirror.
As she walked, a crisp sound rang out above her head—the sound of the beaded curtains on her golden crown clattering together. Several gold bracelets and exquisite beaded necklaces adorned her slender, white wrists and neck.
Ji Qingwu had just walked to the bronze mirror and hadn't even had a chance to sit down when he was startled by his reflection.
She had never worn such heavy makeup before, unlike the two times she had deliberately dressed up in a flamboyant manner.
Perhaps to cover her pale complexion, she applied a particularly heavy blush to her cheeks, and the blush on her cheeks, combined with the bright red lipstick on her lips, made her look passable.
Ji Qingwu walked to the window, gently lifted the thin veil, and could see that the outside was already shrouded in twilight, and the magnificent clouds on the horizon were the same color as her wedding dress.
In a little while, it will get dark.
How will she get through this wedding night...?
Suddenly the door was pulled open, and Ji Qingwu immediately turned her head to look, her gold earrings with diamond-shaped inlays and jade swaying with her movements.
Ji Qingwu had not yet uttered the name Lanzhi.
The people at the door froze in their tracks when they saw her.
"Awake?" The man's voice was hoarse with drunkenness.
But his eyes showed no signs of being dazed; they were unusually bright, staring intently at her.
Wei Ting was given a lot of alcohol by his former close subordinates, and two men escorted him back to the bridal chamber.
The two men peeked out from behind Wei Ting, excited from drinking, and started talking loudly.
"Hey! General, your new sister-in-law has woken up. May we see her too?"
"I've long heard of Ji Wu's reputation. The scene of eighteen military generals vying for her hand in marriage was unfortunate; I was away on military duties in Lin'an and haven't witnessed it yet. Let me have my turn too—"
Their mouths gaped open, and they swallowed back what they were about to say.
The bride, who should have been sitting shyly on the bed, was now leaning against the window railing.
The room was filled with red, yet it all served as a backdrop to her beauty; her captivating eyes were mesmerizing.
Ji Qingwu was also staring at them with slight surprise.
Seeing this, Wei Ting took a breath, quickly pushed the two people out, kicked the one who refused to move, and then swiftly closed the door.
The loud noise of the door closing caused a red silk ribbon hanging from the roof beam to fall down.
Wei Ting turned around and strode towards Ji Qingwu.
With a gentle tone and bright eyes, she asked, "When did you wake up?"
He removed the red ribbon from his chest and casually placed it on the table.
Ji Qingwu stood by the window, not answering, just watching him silently.
Wei Ting was dressed in a red wedding robe, and his golden crown and jade belt were perfectly matched with her.
He must have drunk quite a bit in the front hall, as his cheekbones were flushed, and even from her side, she could smell the strong odor of alcohol.
Wei Ting could naturally see her wary look, and his voice was teasing.
"You just woke up and you're already trying to jump out the window and escape?"
Ji Qingwu asked, "Is that alright?"
Wei Ting remained calm, a slight smile playing on his lips, his narrow eyes filled with a dark light.
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