Chapter Seventy-Five: I'll have to call you Aunt Qing now.
The Marquis of Xinyang's Residence.
Gu Lingyu lay lazily on the daybed, stretching out her hand to admire her newly painted nails: "Did you see it clearly?"
Xiangcao nodded: "This servant saw clearly, there were two guards, three maids, and a matchmaker."
"Oh right, and that Yuan Qing guy is here too."
Gu Lingyu stopped what she was doing when she heard Yuan Qing's name: "My cousin values her quite a bit, and he even kept Yuan Qing here."
Yuan Qing was Xie Yanzhi's personal bodyguard and always served only him.
Gu Lingyu stood up again, walked to the shelf, and reached out to touch the wedding dress hanging there.
The wedding dress was made of precious silk satin, a gift from the palace. It felt silky smooth to the touch, and one could imagine how comfortable it would be to wear.
It was embroidered with exquisite and intricate patterns.
Although it was a concubine's wedding dress, it still looked elegant and noble.
Gu Lingyu looked at the wedding dress, bit her lip, and felt a little angry.
My cousin is too good to that slut. She's just a concubine. How could she be worthy of such a fine woman!
She only had one of these silk satins in the Marquis of Xinyang's mansion; it was left to her by her mother to make her wedding dress.
At that moment, she truly felt insulted, and she vowed never to wear that satin wedding dress to her wedding!
In her eyes, that satin was meant for lowly concubines.
And she's destined to be the legal wife!
Gu Lingyu then looked at the dress next to her. It was a dress she had asked the embroiderer to make when she returned, and the style and pattern were made according to Shen Qingnian's dress.
The material is just a bit inferior.
She was truly wronged. She had actually suffered such grievances for her cousin; I wonder if her cousin would feel even a trace of pity when he saw her.
Thinking of Xie Yanzhi's cold profile and tall, slender figure, Gu Lingyu's heart softened again.
Fine, when her cousin Yanzhi helps her become his legal wife, she will definitely ask him for a piece of fabric a thousand times better than this to make her wedding dress!
A glorious promotion!
Gu Lingyu touched the iris flowers painted on her nails again, glanced at Xiangcao, and said, "Go and prepare. Be careful of Yuan Qing."
"Also, don't mess up the big gift I prepared for Shen Qingnian."
Gu Lingyu smiled slightly. Shen Qingnian had helped her get what she wanted, so how could she not give her a big gift in return?
Vanilla nodded respectfully, "Yes, Miss." Then she left the room.
Gu Lingyu sat in front of the bronze mirror, looking at her face in the mirror, and murmured, "I hope everything goes well tomorrow."
The cool moonlight streamed into the room, and Shen Qingnian tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep.
On the one hand, she was afraid that with so many people watching tomorrow, she wouldn't be able to get away.
She was even more afraid that Xie Yanzhi, as he himself said, would rush back day and night to lift her veil.
Shen Qingnian sincerely hoped that he would have typhoid fever or something similar, so that he could rest for a few more days.
Ling'er was equally nervous. Her mistress had entrusted her with all her valuables, and she absolutely couldn't afford any mishaps tomorrow.
She endured until dawn, when two maids woke her up to wash and dress.
The matchmaker took a comb and combed Shen Qingnian's hair all the way down, saying auspicious words: "One comb to the end, two combs to white hair reaching the eyebrows..."
What were meant to be celebratory words sounded so grating to Shen Qingnian's ears.
After combing her hair, the matchmaker took out a thread to twist her face. The thread twisted hard on her face, and Shen Qingnian frowned.
She couldn't help but wonder, if she were to marry Xiao Huaiyi today, would it still feel so painful?
The matchmaker noticed that the bride's face showed no joy and began to guess that she simply did not want to be a concubine.
Such a wealthy and good family, you can enjoy happiness after marrying into it, what is there to be confused about?
The matchmaker pursed her lips, applied makeup to her, and adorned her with a few jewels; that was it.
Ling'er gave the two maids and the matchmaker a reward.
Everyone waited for another quarter of an hour. When the auspicious hour arrived, the matchmaker placed a red veil over Shen Qingnian's head, and then Ling'er helped her out the door.
Shen Qingnian arrived in front of the bridal sedan chair, and Yuan Qing lifted the curtain to let Shen Qingnian get in.
Shen Qingnian reached out and handed over the lucky money: "Yuanqing, you've worked hard these past two days."
Yuan Qing accepted it with both hands with a smile, saying, "Miss Qing, you're too kind."
"After today, I will have to start calling you Aunt Qing."
Shen Qingnian didn't say anything more, but lowered her head and got into the bridal sedan chair with Ling'er's help.
"Lift the sedan chair!" Yuan Qing shouted, and casually lit a string of firecrackers.
Amidst the cacophony of firecrackers, four sedan chair bearers lifted the sedan chair, and the group set off towards the Jingnan Marquis's residence.
Ling'er walked alongside the sedan chair, watching the small wedding procession, and felt very sorry for Shen Qingnian.
How heartbroken the lady would be if she saw her daughter being carried into the mansion in such a small sedan chair, getting married like this.
Although our young lady is the daughter of a merchant, in Jiangnan, with her talent and beauty, countless young men want to marry her.
It will definitely be a grand procession with eight sedan chair bearers and a ten-mile-long red bridal procession!
She then thought again, thankfully the marriage today was off the table, and the young lady wasn't really getting married.
Ling'er glanced at Yuan Qing, who was walking ahead.
In this household, besides Jinzhu and Yinzhu, Yuanqing was the one who treated her the best.
Even though he was the eldest son's lackey!
For some reason, she felt a pang of reluctance as she watched his retreating figure.
She quickly stepped forward, patted Yuan Qing's arm, and said with a smile, "Brother Yuan Qing."
"What's wrong, Lingjiao?" Yuan Qing asked with a smile.
Today is Miss Qing's wedding day, and Lingjiao has also changed into a red dress, with red ropes tied around her twin tails.
She looks playful yet well-behaved.
Ling'er took a grasshopper made of straw from her waist and handed it to her.
"This is something I made up, and I'm giving it to you."
Yuan Qing smiled and took it, saying, "Why are you suddenly giving me something?"
"Are you treating me like a three-year-old?"
“Brother Yuanqing, if no one wants to play with you, you can play this,” Ling’er said after thinking for a moment.
She couldn't say it was a farewell gift for him.
“If no one wants to play with me, won’t I come and play with you?” Yuan Qing glanced at Ling’er.
Ling'er bit her lip and remained silent.
"What, you don't want me to come and play with you?"
"At worst, I'll bring you some pine nuts and chestnut cakes or something."
Hearing Yuan Qing's words, Ling'er's nose turned red and a tear rolled down her cheek.
Upon seeing this, Yuan Qing quickly used his sleeve to wipe away Ling'er's tears, then cupped her face and coaxed her, "Don't cry."
"What's wrong? Why do you cry more the more I tell you I'll buy you something delicious?"
Ling'er sniffed, pouted, and finally managed to say, "I can't bear to part with my young lady."
It turns out they were heartbroken that Qing was getting married.
Yuan Qing flicked her forehead: "Miss Qing has married into the Marquis's mansion, not somewhere else."
"Besides, the eldest young master likes Miss Qing so much, he wouldn't want to wrong her."
When Ling'er heard Yuan Qing say that he wouldn't wrong her young lady, she immediately became angry.
What does it mean to not feel wronged?
Isn't it unfair enough to make her young lady a concubine?
Look at the pomp and circumstance of this wedding; she's clearly a concubine from a humble family, as if anyone can step on her.
Ling'er reached out and took back the grasshopper, glared at Yuan Qing, and cursed inwardly: A lackey is a lackey! Then she retreated back to the sedan chair.
He glanced back at Ling'er, wondering what he had done to upset her.
Just then, a loud voice rang out: "Hey you over there, get out of my way!"
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