"Well, since you've entered my house, I'll give you one."
"cherry!"
"Hey! Madam An!" A little girl of fifteen or sixteen years old came out from the corner, knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Zheng Liu.
"From now on, you will follow the young mistress."
"yes."
As soon as Huang Wanzhen entered the door, she was given a cold shoulder, and she accepted it without saying a word.
After being sent to the bridal chamber, Huang Wanzhen lifted the veil with a "swish".
Frightened, Xiulan hurried over and said, "Cover it, cover it! You can't lift it yourself. It's unlucky."
Huang Wanzhen had been holding back her anger for a long time. Upon hearing this, she pushed Xiulan and said, "He's wearing a black suit, which doesn't match my red wedding dress at all. Why should he not obey everything, but I have to obey everything?"
"Since he's doing it the Western way, I might as well follow suit."
Xiulan was so anxious that she scratched her head, but Huang Wanzhen remained indifferent.
"Xiu Lan, sit down and take a rest. If Zheng Yusang and I fight tonight, you'll have to help."
Xiulan: "No, miss."
Seeing that Huang Wanzhen was really angry, Xiulan coaxed her, "Don't be angry, it's our fault that we are weak."
"Didn't you just read to me a few days ago, 'A gentleman's revenge is never too late!' Old Madam Zheng will eventually grow old."
Huang Wanzhen was actually persuaded by her. It was not that she really wanted to wait ten years before taking revenge, but at this time, she was weak and alone. If she really made trouble, she would be the one who suffered.
The best strategy is to stick to the original plan and use the power of the Zheng family to develop yourself and the Huang family.
"Xiu Lan, my foot hurts so much. Find the medicine and change it for me."
Xiulan nodded and said, "I made you six pairs of soft-soled shoes. After changing the medicine, let's change into a new pair of shoes."
Just as everything was packed up, a woman in a flowery gown came in with a group of women of different ages.
"Hey! How come the veil lifted by itself?"
Huang Wanzhen pretended to be shy and lowered her head, saying nothing, using silence to express the bride's helplessness and uneasiness.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't be nervous. Brother Sang can't come over because of something. Just do it yourself, and I won't have to do it myself."
Huang Wanzhen recalled the plot of the original book. Zheng Yusang not only couldn't come now, but also wouldn't come tonight.
The original book said that he took a boat abroad the next day and stayed there for four years.
But she got married a year earlier than the original owner, and she didn't know whether Zheng Yusang would go abroad earlier.
"Mom, is this my aunt?"
"The bride is so beautiful."
"Sang Ge is so lucky to have married such a beautiful wife."
As everyone joked, Huang Wanzhen came back to her senses, but she still didn't say anything. She just kept her head down and pretended to be shy.
After these joking women left, the room became quiet.
Only occasionally can you hear the "crackling" sound from the charcoal brazier.
Huang Wanzhen got up too early and fell asleep unknowingly.
Half asleep and half awake, she seemed to see another self, also wearing a bright red wedding dress, waiting anxiously for a long time in a room full of red silk.
How long was a long time? Huang Wanzhen, like a bystander, counted four years on her fingers.
During these days and nights of waiting, another self, from a girl with light in her eyes, turned into a resentful woman full of resentment.
She wanted to take revenge on her in-laws who tortured her and on her husband who ignored her, but she didn't have the ability.
She also tried to leave the yard that imprisoned her and learn to become stronger, but she failed and finally died alone in the middle of the night.
Huang Wanzhen, who had slept all night leaning against the bedpost, suddenly woke up.
"Miss, you're awake."
Huang Wanzhen looked up and saw a young girl in a blue cloth jacket with a stand-up collar and buttons walking towards her with a basin of water.
Then she looked around. The new house was hung with red silk everywhere, and there was a familiar yet unfamiliar carved bed and dressing table. Everything seemed so real, yet it made her feel unreal.
She seemed to have experienced time travel again, but in just one night, she went through the decades after the original owner married into the Zheng family.
"Madam, please clean up quickly. The master and the mistress are waiting for you to serve tea." Cherry walked in from outside, shaking her handkerchief.
Huang Wanzhen was brought back to her senses by her call, and only then did she feel the severe pain in her waist, back, shoulders and neck.
Just as she was about to stand up, she was startled by the pain in her feet, and she was completely awake.
Huang Wanzhen asked Xiulan to find a yellow cheongsam that she had never worn and a thick blue cape. After putting them on, she sat in a wheelchair and followed Yingtao to the main house in the front yard.
Speaking of this house, it only has three courtyards and is not as big as the Huang Mansion.
It can be seen that the ancestors of the Zheng family were not as wealthy as the Huang family.
When I arrived at the front hall, before I even entered the door, I was stopped by an arrogant old woman.
"Madam, today is the first day of greetings. What's the big deal about you sitting there and going in?"
Huang Wanzhen quickly stuffed a dollar into the other person's pocket, forced a smile, and tried to look friendly. "What's this mother's name?"
The old woman accepted the money and nodded condescendingly, "I am the dowry mother next to the madam. My husband's surname is Li. I usually call the young master and the young lady Madam Li."
"Madam, you are young and new here, you don't know anything. I must remind you that the Madam is very particular about rules. If you want to return to the courtyard early, you must abandon this 'foreign thing' and go in by yourself."
Huang Wanzhen had no choice but to walk in with the support of Xiulan. As for Yingtao, she was nowhere to be seen. She was probably going to report the news to her real master.
When I walked into the hall, only my second aunt Zheng Yuli was there.
She has an oval face, black eyebrows, almond eyes, naturally fair skin, and a tall stature. A lake green waist-cinched cheongsam makes her look tall and slender.
"Sister-in-law." She stood up and bowed politely. It was obvious that she was also a modern person.
Huang Wanzhen smiled gently and kindly, nodded, said "Hey", and sat down above her.
Soon, Zheng Ruqing and Zheng Liu came to the front hall accompanied by Mother Li. Also coming with them were Zheng's eldest aunt and her three children.
Zheng Ruqing didn't see Zheng Yusang, so he immediately frowned, "Where's Yusang?"
Huang Wanzhen just lowered her head and said nothing.
Seeing her like that, Madam Zheng Liu was furious. "Madam Zheng Huang, your father is asking you a question! Are you mute?"
Huang Wanzhen suddenly covered her face with a handkerchief, her shoulders heaving, her voice tinged with tears. "You ask me, but who should I ask?! I don't even know what my husband looks like right now, and I still want to ask where he is!"
"I come from a good family of scholars, but I'm being bullied by my husband's family. I have no face left in this world. I might as well just kill myself and save the reputation of my Huang family."
After saying that, he took off the handkerchief, revealing his tear-stained face, and ran into the wall.
"ah--"
"Stop her—"
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