Shengjing Noble

"But your mother yelled at me. If I tell this to His Majesty, who will he ask to admit his fault?"

Hearing this, Lu Chengan's face turned extremely embarrassed. Chen Ruyu was also frightened by her aura and dared not say another word.

She originally wanted to give Yan Qinghuan a warning, but ended up losing all her face.

The scene was awkward for a moment.

Lu Cheng'an was very shrewd. He suppressed his anger and said, "My husband was wrong. Now the auspicious time has passed. We should get married as soon as possible and not keep the guests waiting for too long!"

He lowered his head and looked like he was apologizing, but his words implied that Yan Qinghuan had delayed the auspicious time and could still be so self-righteous, which would inevitably make everyone criticize her.

Yan Qinghuan curled her lips, eyes full of sarcasm: "Lu Cheng'an, I was delayed because I was knocked unconscious by a mad horse, but you didn't even show any concern, and your mother even scolded you in public. What the Lu family did really makes this princess feel very disappointed!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone began to whisper.

"Lu Cheng'an really doesn't know what's good for him. He dares to be so disrespectful to the princess when she gets married!"

"It is a great honor for the Lu family, a small family, to marry the princess, but this Madam Lu actually dared to scold the princess, how ridiculous!"

"How can a mediocre woman like you be able to yell at the princess? If you don't even know the most basic etiquette, what kind of good son can you raise?"

……

Gossip can melt gold, and the Lu family mother and son were put on the spot, which was a complete disgrace to them!

Lu Cheng'an clenched his fists and hid them in his sleeves, his face still as gentle as jade.

He bowed his head in public and said respectfully: "Princess, please calm down. Your husband is here to apologize for my mother. I hope that you will be magnanimous and don't mind my mother's rudeness!"

Seeing her son so aggrieved, Chen felt extremely angry, but helpless. She could only grit her teeth and glare at Yan Qinghuan.

Seeing this, Lu Cheng'an's father Lu Chao hurriedly stepped forward and smiled to smooth things over: "Ah, today is a big day for the Yan and Lu families, so why don't you continue to waste time and quickly get married and let the guests take their seats?"

Yan Qinghuan opened her red lips slightly, and the sound was like the collision of beads, light and pleasant to the ear.

"Lu Cheng'an, this time I'll let you off because it's your first time. Next time, don't blame me for being merciless."

After saying that, she smiled contemptuously, turned around and walked away, leaving Lu Chengan with a shattered face and clenched fists.

At this time, the wedding procession finally arrived.

Chen Ruyu looked at the eighty-eight carts of dowry with greed in her eyes, and her heart felt a lot more balanced.

……

After the wedding ceremony, Yan Qinghuan was sent to the new room in the east courtyard.

As soon as she entered the door, she had to take a shower and change her clothes.

She didn't want to wear this unlucky phoenix coronet and bridal gown ever again.

The maids were busy cleaning up.

Zi Yu put away the phoenix crown she had taken off and could not help asking, "Master, when the son-in-law comes later, he will have to lift the wedding veil and drink the wedding wine before entering the bridal chamber. Are you sure you want to take a bath now?"

Yan Qinghuan had four maids and one guard around her.

Ziyu and Huairou are first-class maids.

Pearl and Jade were second-class maids.

Huaicheng is a guard.

But in the end, except for the traitor Pearl, all the others died tragically.

Thinking of this, she turned and glanced at the white figure at the door, her eyes flashing sinisterly.

In her previous life, Zhenzhu drugged her, causing her reputation to be ruined due to her loss of virginity, and she even suffered abuse and humiliation from her in-laws.

In this life, she will make good use of Pearl as a chess piece to make Yan Yurou trapped in her own trap!

Thinking of this, Yan Qinghuan withdrew his gaze with an indifferent expression.

"Please remove my makeup for me. Lu Chengan won't be coming over tonight."

Several maids were stunned, none of them understood what was going on.

On the wedding night, in the bridal chamber, how could the groom not come?

Yan Qinghuan slowly took off her gilded earrings in front of the mirror, placed them on the table, and a cold smile appeared on her red lips.

On the wedding night of the previous life, Lu Chengan stayed in the side room under the pretext of being drunk.

But when she sent Huaicheng to check, she found that the side room was empty.

Presumably, he was spending the whole night with his cousin Yan Yurou.

Since they like to do shameful things, it would be a "good thing" to help them become husband and wife in this life!

Yan Qinghuan's brows relaxed as she sat in front of the mirror admiring her own beauty, reaching out and gently stroking her cheek.

In her previous life, she was thrifty, hardworking, filial to her parents-in-law, kind to her younger siblings, and obedient to her husband.

A dignified princess has become dull and gloomy because of taking care of household chores.

When she returned to the age of sixteen, she was in her prime, tender and bright.

In this life, she will cherish her wings even more.

After taking off her clothes, Yan Qinghuan leaned back in the bathtub, closed her eyes and concentrated to dispel her fatigue.

……

On the roof of the bathroom.

The full moon in mid-month is like a silver plate, surrounded by a veil-like mist, and the bright silver light is sprinkled on the green tiles.

A black figure sat alone in front of the moon, with a pair of cold and deep eagle eyes revealed under the terrifying mask.

As the evening breeze blew by, the sound of splashing water could be faintly heard in the room below, which was pleasant to the ears.

But he was so absorbed in listening that he ignored the subtle footsteps behind him.

Yan Qinghuan's lightness skill was cultivated from the Immortal Shadow School's Piaomiao Step. He walked silently and his figure was like a ghost. If one did not have extremely good hearing, it would be impossible to detect him.

She had noticed something was wrong with the roof long ago, and deliberately ordered Zi Yu to fetch water so that she could come up and check it out herself.

Sure enough, there was a man in black sitting on the roof, but it was too dark to see clearly.

When he was within two meters of her, the man suddenly flew into the air like a gust of wind, and before she could react, he had pinched her waist and flew out.

What an amazing martial art!

While she was exclaiming, she had already been carried on the man's shoulders, with his head hanging downwards. He angrily cursed, "Asshole!"

The damn flower thief even dared to steal her flowers. He must have never heard of her, the Princess Chaoyang from Peking, who is notorious for being able to tear a wolf apart with her bare hands!

Yan Qinghuan looked ferocious and raised his hand to attack him in the bottom lane.

But what surprised her was that she was one step slower than the man.

She was hanging on his shoulders the moment before, and the next moment she was picked up, turned over and fell into his warm and strong arms.

Being held horizontally in the man's arms, Yan Qinghuan raised her hand to poke his eyes, until she saw the mask on his face clearly and was stunned.

It's him!

The "bandit" who raped her in her previous life!

Yan Qinghuan's eyes were filled with shock, and his heart was surging with excitement, but he immediately suppressed it.

This person doesn't dare to show his true face, so there must be something strange about him. Although she feels that he will not hurt her, she is still very wary.

The girl's phoenix eyes were exceptionally clear and bright in the night, with moving light flickering around in them. She stared at the only pair of eyes exposed under his mask with some curiosity.

"How dare you kidnap the princess?"

She questioned, but her tone was less sharp and more tentative.

The man glanced at her coldly, then carried her across the rooftop easily, with the silver moon following behind him like a shadow.

"Noisy."

He spoke, his voice was hoarse, dark but full of charm, a voice that was unfamiliar to her.

Hearing him say this about herself, Yan Qinghuan looked displeased and reached out to touch the mask on his face.