Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Sister Must Be Spending the Night Alone, Right? Qingcheng... Pei Wuliang suddenly laughed, reached out and pinched Hu Ba's cheek. "You're not muddled at all, boy. This young master was so angered by those debt collectors that I lost my head. You're right—why not just have Qingcheng prepare it for me?" Why would he need to do it himself? In his past life, all his social obligations had been prepared by Qingcheng. She had never once let him worry. "Young master, your servant is clever, isn't he? But..." "But what?" "Young master, don't you find it strange?" The effects of the wine had completely worn off, and his rationality was gradually returning. "You mean, Prince Chu isn't dead?" "That's right. Everyone's been saying Prince Chu won't survive tonight, but there's still no news. Could it be that the stunning beauty he remarried suddenly cured him?" Stunning beauty... Pei Wuliang thought again of the new bride he had encountered on the street today. Could it really be that woman who married into Chu Wangfu, and the prince's illness improved because of her? "No, impossible. Prince Chu is already at death's door. Never mind a stunning beauty—even if a beauty stood naked before him, he wouldn't have the strength to enjoy it." "Then it's strange. Chu Wangfu hasn't sent out a death notice." "What's the hurry? Maybe it'll come by the fifth watch. What rotten luck—my wedding night almost got ruined. Come on, let's head back to the bridal chamber first!" When Pei Wuliang returned to the bridal chamber, he saw Song Jiaojiao already seated at the table... "My lady, have you been waiting long?" Song Jiaojiao looked up and saw him enter, immediately starting to pout. "Husband, what was all that about? Our perfectly good wedding night was ruined." Song Jiaojiao was in a bad mood, and Pei Wuliang hurried forward to soothe her. "Alright, it's over now. It was all just a misunderstanding." "A misunderstanding?" Upon learning it was a misunderstanding, Song Jiaojiao was naturally delighted. Still, she remained displeased. "Those people are so annoying. How could they barge in and disrupt someone's wedding night like that? Next time, I won't forgive them!" "Fine, no forgiveness. Whatever my lady says. Now that no one's disturbing us, my lady, it's time for us to consummate the marriage..." Pei Wuliang eagerly scooped up Song Jiaojiao and carried her toward the wedding bed, pressing himself on top of her... "Husband, be gentle." "Jiaojiao, you're so beautiful." Pei Wuliang gently cupped Song Jiaojiao's face. Unbidden, he recalled the night of his wedding night with Jia Qingcheng in his past life. Finally, he no longer had to look at that ugly face... Strange—he had just married Jiaojiao, so why was his mind lingering on Jia Qingcheng? What was wrong with him? "Husband, what are you thinking about?" Song Jiaojiao noticed his mind wandering. A man losing focus on his wedding night was a very dangerous thing. She immediately pushed him away. "What do you mean by this? Could it be that on our wedding night, you're thinking about my sister?" "How could that be? You misunderstand your husband. I was just thinking..." "Thinking what? If you don't explain clearly, I won't let you touch me tonight!" Song Jiaojiao had a temper too. Her leg wasn't fully healed, and she still walked with a limp. She had fought hard to snatch Pei Wuliang away from Jia Qingcheng, and she absolutely would not allow him to think about that ugly thing again. "You really are thinking about my sister? If that's the case, why didn't you choose her..." "Alright, my lady, stop making a scene. I call you my lady—don't you understand? How could I be thinking about your sister? I was just thinking that Prince Chu won't last past tomorrow, so your sister must be spending the night alone tonight." "Is my husband feeling sorry for her?" Feeling sorry? Why would he feel sorry? "Silly wife, why would your husband feel sorry? I just feel like this is all a dream—I've finally married you..." Pei Wuliang gently pulled Song Jiaojiao close, and she pretended to be understanding. "Husband, I don't blame you. Even if you think of my sister, it's only natural. I worry about her too. I heard Prince Chu is on the verge of death—I wonder if she's being mistreated in the manor right now. Will the servants despise her because of her face?" Pei Wuliang knew that Jia Qingcheng's days in Chu Wangfu would not be easy. But that was only temporary. "It doesn't matter if she suffers a little. As long as my Jiaojiao doesn't suffer, everything is fine." "Husband, you're so good to me. What do you think my sister is doing right now?" Jia Qingcheng... Pei Wuliang's thoughts drifted gradually to his past life. At this time in his past life, he had been consummating his marriage with Jia Qingcheng. Naturally, that night had been torturous for him. Even during the act, he had deliberately closed his eyes, unwilling to look at Jia Qingcheng's ugly face—because once he saw it, he could no longer muster any desire for her... Fortunately, her figure was still excellent—everything that should be there was there. As long as he didn't think about her face, she could still bring him an exquisite experience. But... "What else could she be doing? She must be spending the night alone." ... Chu Wangfu. In the bridal chamber, red candles flickered. Jia Qingcheng sat upright on the bed, quietly waiting for Prince Chu to come and lift her red veil, while Chunyan had long been sent away. Listening to the footsteps approaching from beside her, she could already tell that Prince Chu's health had improved considerably—far from the deathbed state everyone described. Prince Chu, Xiao Zhiheng, walked softly to her side. He knew that it was this woman before him who had saved his dying life, and to speak frankly, he was truly grateful. He had already thought himself beyond hope, but Jia Qingcheng had given him hope once more. However, he had also heard of her disfigurement. To spare her feelings, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly set down the festive veil-lifting rod in his hand... With a clatter, the wedding scale fell to the ground, producing a crisp sound. "My Lord!" Hearing the sound of the rod dropping, Jia Qingcheng immediately wanted to lift her veil to see what had happened, but she did not expect a slightly magnetic male voice to come from above her head. The voice flowed like a gentle stream, exceptionally pleasant to the ear. "No matter. I shall not lift this veil. Put on this face veil instead." Perhaps this way, she would not feel so embarrassed or self-conscious. Jia Qingcheng: "..." "Put it on." His tone was calm, but to Jia Qingcheng's ears, it carried a different meaning—was he disgusted by her ugly appearance, so much so that he would not even lift her veil? In that instant, she felt an inexplicable sense of grievance. "Yes!" She reached out to take it, but suddenly, Xiao Zhiheng spoke again, "Do not misunderstand. I do not mean to disdain you. I only wish to consider your feelings. Once you put it on, we shall drink the nuptial cup." Jia Qingcheng was momentarily stunned. She had thought the Prince Chu was giving her the veil because he found her ugly, but she had not expected that he was merely trying to preserve her dignity... Yet she had already washed away the unsightly scars. This so-called veil—she had no need to wear it! So she immediately stood up and tossed the veil aside. "My Lord, I am not ashamed. There is no need for this veil!" With that, she reached up to lift her veil herself, wanting Xiao Zhiheng to see what she truly looked like. But seeing her about to lift the veil, Xiao Zhiheng suddenly reached out to stop her... Her hand froze inexplicably, touching his cold hand. "You need not do this. No matter what you look like, I have decided that you are my princess, and that shall never change!"