Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 2187

In September, Lu Sangyu and Yan Xingchen got married.

The scene was very lively, with most of the officials in the North Wing of the court gathered at Lu's residence.

Emperor Wenxuan personally bestowed a new house and brought the empress with him, which was a great honor.

Mrs. Lu moved around the inner courtyard like a flower-walker, mixing the wedding wine with her own bare hands and checking whether everything was properly arranged.

She does everything herself and doesn't rely on anyone else.

Everyone knew that she was Lord Lu's adoptive mother. She was clearly from a merchant family, yet she managed to obtain a first-rank imperial title.

Eyes gazing with envy, they couldn't help but compliment her, praising her as a competent and capable mother. In this world, it really is better to raise a son.

Some people murmured, "Not only did she get a first-rank imperial decree thanks to her son, but she also married Lord Jiang."

"Master Jiang is known for his gentleness and self-discipline. Many people have tried to be his matchmaker, but Master Jiang refused."

"She is so lucky!"

Mrs. Lu smiled at each other, but when they reached the corridor and stopped, her smile suddenly stopped.

As relieved.

I remembered my adopted son's choked whisper just before he got married, "Mother, I'm married now. You can rest assured from now on."

She didn't know how to answer him.

But I am really relieved.

The roar was still ringing in my ears, and even after eight years, it hadn't faded in the slightest. "I resign! Let's go live somewhere where no one knows us."

He went crazy that night, "You don't have to care about what the world thinks!"

Mrs. Lu saw with her own eyes Lu Sangyu writing the letter of resignation, which caused her eyes to burn with pain.

When the silver scissors slid from the dressing table into the palm of my hand, the cold blade was three times hotter than the temperature of my wrist bone.

I didn't feel any pain, it was like a piece of silk being torn apart.

Drops of blood rolled down the frosty blade, representing her final determination.

Throughout her life, Lu had never sought wealth or fame, nor had she coveted a first-rank imperial decree. She was simply afraid that her shadow would tarnish her adopted son's path to success; that the cold stares and spit from the streets would turn into cold nails and pierce his spine!

History books will record him as a good official who served his country and his people with integrity. He was a man of steel and incorruptible integrity, a loyal minister of the country who stood under the umbrella of the people.

He should have been remembered in history, and she should never have been a stain on him.

Gossip can kill people without them even noticing, so she bowed to the world.

At this moment, Mrs. Lu's fingertips brushed over the red silk of the twin lotus flowers stacked on the lacquer tray, and she nodded with tears in her eyes and smiled meaningfully.

The outer courtyard was filled with the sounds of music, and Jiang Yan, dressed in a scarlet robe, wandered through the crowd. He worked at the Honglu Temple, where his job was to entertain guests.

When his stepson got married, he naturally responded to the congratulations from all sides with his hands clapping, and the congratulatory words flowed from his lips like pearls and jade.

This stepfather is very competent.

Lu Sangyu held one end of the red silk and led Yan Xingchen over the flames.

The bridesmaid raised her voice, piercing through the clamoring crowd, "The new fire burns away all the sins of the past, and the red flame paves the way to nirvana!"

At that moment, Lu Sangyu thought, that’s good, from now on he can focus on his country and be a filial son.

Haha...the helplessness of this world!

Yan Xingchen lowered his eyes and stared at the tassels swaying under the veil, his eyes filled with a burning red.

She couldn't see Cen Yuan.

She already regarded the fleeting glimpse she had a few months ago as the last one.

Goodbye from now on, be careful and calm.

She heard the voices of Cen Yuan and Shi Anxia in the bustling crowd.

When Yan Xingchen was helped into the bridal chamber by the matchmaker, her fingertips brushed across the intricate gold embroidery of her wedding gown, but a sense of clarity like frost and snow emerged in her heart.

Well, she thought. A woman is no longer confined to the boudoir; she can write about the prosperity of the world and stand before the court just like men. What more could she ask for?