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Obediently, Mo Xuemin entered the marriage sedan, bowing respectfully to Xu Yan and Mo Huawen before. Holding onto Xu Yan’s hand, she said farewell to her mother affectionately in a tearful tone. To those ignorant of her family situation, they would believe that Xu Yan was marrying her birth daughter away.

Dressed in red, Sima Lingyun could be considered to be handsome. However, he could barely force out a smile on his face as he looked at Mo Xuemin, who had her face covered with a red veil. A tinge of hopelessness flashed across his eyes as he went up the force. In the corner of his eyes, he saw a beautiful face that had bright eyes and charming white teeth. She was dressed in a snowy and silky dress, with pink flowers sewed on the bottom of the skirt, making her look more cheerful. As the wind blew up her dress slightly, she seemed to be as sacred as a fairy that just descended from the nine heavens.

That was the woman he wanted, the woman he liked.

Across the crowd, she was looking at him too, seeming to eye him up and down. Slowly, a mocking smile appeared out of the corner of her lips before she turned and left with her servant.

His heart seemed to be hit by something hard, and the expressionless Sima Lingyun suddenly felt pain. With difficulty, he turned his gaze away from the beautiful back of that lady and returned it to his sedan. He frowned as he pondered on what went wrong. Shouldn’t Mo Xuemin be the one sitting inside here!

A few memories flashed across in his head but he could not piece them together. When he pictured his grand wedding that lasted five kilometers long in the street in his dreams, he didn’t imagine it to be like this.

“His Excellency, it’s time to go.” Seeing that Sima Lingyun was frowning and staring at his sedan, his servant reminded him for fear of being late.

“Let’s go.” Sima Lingyun suddenly collected himself and ordered coldly, returning to his expressionless demeanor.

The brigade moved towards Duke Zhenguo’s manor, blasting music along the way.

Listening to the gradually distant sound of music, Mo Xuetong’s pink lips curved up into a mocking smile. Her watery eyes seemed cold with hatred.

In her previous life, Mo Xuemin secretly had an affair with Sima Lingyun to kill her just to marry Sima Lingyun. In this life, she sent them to this marriage but she saw the hidden discord between the two. “Mo Xuemin, you shall see how this man who marries you in both two lives will dote on you. For two lives, you shall end there.”

The difference was that Mo Xuemin married herself there in her previous life but Mo Xuetong had sent her in this life just to see how marvelous her life would be. With the contrived Yun Yiqiu, the licentious and shameless Lan Xinru, and the vicious and toxic snake Mo Xuemin, an extremely interesting show would begin in Duke Zhenguo’s manor.

Mo Xuemin decided to not make trouble anymore. In this situation, it would be useless for her to make trouble. While being locked up, her rage turned into indignance, which then turned into composure. Regardless of what Auntie Fang was like, she was still the daughter of the Mo family. She lost her father’s favor as she kept making trouble. If she stopped making trouble and obediently be the wife of Marquess Zhenguo peacefully, her father would naturally help her.

As long as Father helped her, she believed that Mo Xuetong would not dare to disobey her father and touch her. With Auntie Fang gone, there was one less reason for Mo Xuetong to strike. However, with Mo manor’s influence, she could help Sima Lingyun to rebuild Duke Zhenguo’s manor’s reputation.

Mo Xuetong was Princess Anping now, and she was still her sister despite their bad relations. Mo Xuemin would not be herself if she did not make use of this background. Thus, she acted reluctantly while holding on to Xu Yan’s hand, all for the hope of softening Mo Huawen’s heart.

Once Mo Huawen’s heart was softened, Duke Zhenguo’s manor could rely on Mo manor, and Mo Xuetong had to help Mo manor!

Thinking of her brilliant plan, Mo Xuemin felt so excited that she squeezed her handkerchief hard. Under her red veil, she gave a proud smile.

As the princess of the royal family, Mo Xuetong needed to be more polite and recognize her as a true sister in the public eye as she had to put up a facade! As long as Mo Xuetong remained silent, she could take the opportunity to do whatever she wanted...

If there was no place for her to develop herself in Mo manor, there must be a place for her in Duke Zhenguo’s manor.

As for the affection of Sima Lingyun, Mo Xuemin was confident that as long as she waved at him, he would crawl over obediently. Since before, he had always listened to every word she said and was interested in her. Before, she was uninterested in him but as long as she acted humble, Sima Lingyun dared not disobey her instructions.

The Duchess was merely an irrelevant passerby in her eyes. Thinking about how she could control the entire Duke Zhenguo’s manor in the future, she could not suppress her laughter and laughed in a muffled voice.

The bridesmaids beside her looked at each other, disdain written all over their faces. Everyone knew about how she became the wife of Marquess Zhenguo. She was really a reckless woman. Now, she did not even bother to put up the etiquette necessary for a bride, and was nothing like a noblewoman.

The sedan stopped and Sima Lingyun received the bow and arrow handed over by his family. Every nobleman in the Qin Kingdom practiced archery and chivalry, and Sima Lingyun was no exception. He raised his hand to shoot the arrows, with the three arrows heavier by the sequence. They landed on the door of the sedan chair. As the strength used was too much, the sedan chair swayed. If not for the fast reactions of the bridesmaid by the side, the sedan chair would have fallen.

Thinking about the origin of the marriage, all smiled involuntarily, shouting and laughing at the couple as they had seen many events like this.

Such rude laughter made Mo Xuemin a little angry. Did Sima Lingyun really believe that he could suppress her with just a few arrows!

The sedan chair was shaking so badly that she had to use her hands to stabilize her body. She would be so humiliated if she fell before even entering Duke Zhenguo’s manor!

The bridesmaid helped her out of the sedan chair. The red veil covered her eyes but she could feel the silk bridal handkerchief on her hand being pulled to lead her since Mo Xuemin could only see a corner of the floor beneath her feet. Regardless, since today was her marriage day, everything must go right or it would be unlucky for her.

Any woman would be extremely concerned about her wedding.

The music resumed and the bridesmaids sang loudly. The couples paid their respects to the heavens, their parents and each other subsequently. Even though the process was long, it made Mo Xuemin restore her composure. At least Duke Zhenguo’s manor still respected her as the long procedure represented a long and prosperous marriage, giving her the respect required as the wife.

After the procedures, Mo Xuetong was sent into the marriage room. Mo Xuemin was placed on the large bed. To maintain her image, she maintained her back upright as it was necessary for a wife to do so while waiting for her husband. While Auntie Fang never taught her how to be a real wife, Auntie Fang kept repeating these procedures out of envy, and Mo Xuemin remembered all of them.

It should be time to lift up my veil now! Thinking about Sima Lingyun’s handsome face, Mo Xuemin was a bit anticipated. As long as Sima Lingyun treated her as usual, she would live well with Sima Lingyun, making Duke Zhenguo’s manor thrive.

Her face blushed slightly.

But after a long, long time, no one came to lift up her veil, and no one came to disturb her either. It seemed as if everyone was just here to see the procedures. She sat upright until her legs and back were sore and stiff, and even her nerves seemed to slow down. The room was silent and she did not know if anyone was around.

Not only did Sima Lingyun not appear, but also not even a single servant was heard as well. This time, two new servants that Mo Huawen found, Qing Xiang and Qiu Qiao, came with her. Ever since entering her marriage room, she did not hear the voice of these two servants.

Suddenly, she heard the door outside open and then quickly, footsteps were heard. Remaining composed, she took the effort to eavesdrop. Under the heavy veil, she could not hear clearly.

“How? His Excellency went away without even taking off the veil! Should we tell First Miss?” Qing Xiang lowered her voice and asked hurriedly.

“Don’t, First Miss’ red veil hasn’t been lifted yet. If we go over now, others will gossip about her.” Qiu Qiao lowered her voice as well.

“We cannot let them bully First Miss like this. Today is the day of First Miss’ marriage and that one chose to create drama now! They must be doing it intentionally. His excellency is also horrible to have run over there without even looking at his proper wife, First Miss.” Qing Xiang was complaining in her favor. She was being a little too loud, and Qiu Qiao quickly shushed her.

It was suddenly quiet outside.

“Who did Sima Lingyun went to see to not even remove my veil?” Subconsciously, Mo Xuemin believed that it was a woman. Anger shot up in her heart as she thought that her husband chose to leave her here alone for some random bitch.

With a cracking noise, the door opened and someone came in.

“Miss, would you like to rest for a while? His excellency is busy and may not come over tonight.” Qing Xiang spoke timidly. Ever since the servant came to her side, she had always been so timid, making Mo Xuemin uncomfortable. She believed that others would think her as someone easy to be bullied when they saw her servant as such.

She tore her red veil away, exposing her expressionless face, which was covered in heavy makeup. Coldly, she asked, “Which bitch is Sima Lingyun seeing?”

“Miss, His Excellency, didn’t...” Qing Xiang was frightened and stared at her face in shock, unable to speak a single word. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

“I want to hear the truth. If you are not honest, you’ll see how I deal with you.” Mo Xuemin’s cruel expression stifled any word out of Qing Xiang’s mouth.

Seeing Mo Xuemin’s black face, Qiu Qiao dared not conceal the matter anymore. “Miss, His Excellency went to Concubine Yun’s place. I heard they were childhood lovers and she had been staying here for a long time.”

“Staying here for a long time?” Mo Xuemin could not remember such a person as Sima Lingyun did not have any concubine before to maintain a good reputation, much less a concubine Yun as a childhood lover. Since she was locked up for this period of time, she did not know that Sima Lingyun had married Yun Yiqiu long ago.

“Her surname is Yun and is his childhood lover.” Mo Xuemin suddenly remembered something and raised her head to ask, “Is that bitch Yun Yiqiu?” How dared such a little bitch dare to not respect her during her marriage, luring Sima Lingyun away instead? If she did nothing, how would anyone else respect her as the proper wife!

That little bitch did it purposely!

“I heard that’s so. Before, when she was still just His Excellency’s cousin, she lived here since she was young. She knew how to suck up to Madame.” Seeing that Mo Xuemin’s face darkened, Qiu Qiao hurriedly spoke. “Miss, don’t be angry. You must be hungry now after all these procedures. Let’s eat first. After the meal, I shall bring you to find His Excellency.”

After saying that, she opened the food basket in her hand.

The dishes inside were extremely simple, with a plate of tofu burned with bamboo shoots, a plate of steamed dried tofu, a plate of braised tofu, and a bowl of tofu soup. One could not even find a tinge of oil on the surface of the soup.

“Those are the dishes for me?” Seeing that the dishes for the bride were so simple, Mo Xuemin’s face turned pitch black with anger. Snorting, she wrapped her fingers around the tassels on her red veil, pulling out them one by one to suppress the rage in her heart. As the bride, she ate worse than a prisoner! Even while she was locked up by her father, she still had meat and vegetables for every meal!

Furthermore, for her own wedding banquet, what did they mean to give her such a plain meal!

Her rage increased to a point where she could not suppress even when she pulled the tassels off.

“Go, throw the food away, and bring me to His Excellency!” She suddenly stood up, dropped the red veil, and pulled the red wedding curtains off, storming out.

“Is this a marriage or a funeral? Why am I eating a tofu meal...?”