He Lan Tianxia

"A real-life Mu Guiying, not bad!" Yan'er clapped her hands as she walked in. She ordered the constables to throw away all the messy things and invited the extremely ugly woman in as well.

"So, Miss Hong, do you want Young Master Zhong to continue marrying this ugly woman, or do you want to marry him?" Yan'er moved her seat and revealed the county magistrate.

"Your Excellency, what is your opinion?"

The magistrate trembled slightly: "If Miss Hong doesn't mind my son, I would be very happy to agree. In addition, I am extremely grateful to Miss Hong for saving my son's life. In the future, even if Miss Hong doesn't like my son, the county government will always welcome Miss Hong to come in."

To be honest, after the abbot's kidnapping, the magistrate felt completely unsafe. He used to think his constables were quick and agile, and he was confident in his position. Now, he was even afraid to enter the yamen, and he would wake up at any time at night. If things continued like this, he would be scared half to death. To be a little selfish, he even thought about recruiting Hong Xiuying as a yamen runner.

"You're pushing me too far." Hong Xiuying suddenly got angry. She shook off Zhong Ziqi's hand and strode towards the exit of the yamen.

Zhong Ziqi watched Hong Xiuying's retreating figure with disappointment, deflated like a punctured balloon.

Yan'er glanced at it, and a brilliant idea came to her mind. She refused to believe that if Yang Zongbao could marry Mu Guiying, why couldn't Zhong Ziqi marry Hong Xiuying?

At this moment, Prince Murong walked in, looking travel-worn. He glanced at everything in the hall with surprise, then walked up to Yan'er and asked softly:

"It seems I've missed some exciting scenes?"

"Young Master Wang, what do you think is the best way to get Zhong Ziqi to marry Miss Hong?" Yan'er wanted to see what brilliant ideas Prince Murong had.

"Isn't this simple?" Prince Murong smiled and shut his mouth.

"I wish to hear the details." Upon hearing this, Zhong Ziqi's eyes lit up. He took a few steps to Prince Murong and was about to kowtow again, but Prince Murong stopped him. He was not used to such annoying etiquette of kowtowing.

"Isn't that simple?" Prince Murong glanced at the incredibly ugly woman, flicked his finger, and the woman's face twitched. Prince Murong walked over, looked at Yan'er with tender eyes, and said slowly:

"Hasn't my wife already made all the plans? I wholeheartedly agree. I'd rather experience the joy of riding in a wedding sedan chair with my wife. Let's go."

What moved Yan'er, besides Murong Junlan's superb martial arts skills, was his wisdom. He had just returned, yet he saw the wedding sedan chair outside and guessed what she wanted—that she wanted to send Zhong Ziqi directly to Hong Xiuying's camp if Hong Xiuying disagreed. Now, to her surprise, Prince Murong himself decided to experience riding in a wedding sedan chair with her—something she hadn't expected. She was indignant! How could she always lose to him? Did he have clairvoyance?

"Young Master Zhong, hurry up and get into the sedan chair!" Prince Murong said impatiently. Yan'er wondered, "Who's getting married here anyway?"

Zhong Ziqi was completely bewildered by these two brilliant minds. He had no idea what they were up to. He stood there blankly, like a helpless child.

"Hurry up!" Yan'er urged Zhong Ziqi as she walked up to him.

"Where to?" Zhong Ziqi asked, still a bit naive.

"Getting a wife, huh?" Yan'er patted Zhong Ziqi, who was still dreaming.

"Didn't she leave?" Zhong Ziqi asked, looking unhappy.

"So what if she's gone? You can marry her," Yan'er said confidently.

"Is this... possible?" Zhong Ziqi still didn't believe it.

"Why not? As long as you want to get married, there's no way you can't." As she spoke, Yan'er had already let Prince Murong lead her by the hand and walk out of the yamen.

"If you don't come soon, I'll marry the one you love," Prince Murong added.

Oh dear, that's absolutely impossible. Zhong Ziqi hurried after them.

A short while later, amidst the joyous sounds of suona horns, two wedding sedan chairs made a grand procession toward Hong Xiuying's camp.

My goodness, the crowd of onlookers kept growing, making for quite a spectacle.

Is this a wedding? Or a bridal procession? It doesn't matter, as long as there's excitement to watch. The villagers in the county usually only care about farming, but today there's a big event, so everyone throws down their hoes and stands by the roadside to watch the excitement. Some even follow the procession the whole way. Without the county magistrate calling their relatives, a grand procession of red dowry stretching for ten miles clears the way through the market.

Prince Murong and Yan'er were in the same wedding sedan chair. What she disliked most was Prince Murong's smug expression, as if the groom going to marry her today wasn't Zhong Ziqi, but him. Although she still couldn't quite remember who Murong Junlan was to her, seeing his smug look, she suddenly felt a strong urge to tease this seemingly righteous prince.

They finally arrived, and the wedding sedan chair stopped outside Hong Xiuying's camp. Hong Xiuying had already received intelligence about such a grand commotion, and she ordered her men to close the main gate and ignore everything.

As Yan'er and Murong Junlan stepped out of the wedding sedan chair, their stunning good looks drew sighs from onlookers once again.

"Young Master Zhong, we've brought you the wedding sedan chair. Whether you can get a wife depends on your own abilities."

Zhong Ziqi was both moved and bewildered at that moment. Standing there, he suddenly felt truly insignificant. But since he had come this far, he had to grit his teeth and go forward. So he flicked his sleeves, took a few steps forward, bowed to the guard, and said:

"Brother guard, could you please do me the favor and let me in to marry Miss Hong Xiuying?"

The head guard ignored Zhong Ziqi with a stern face. Yan'er, however, couldn't help but chuckle. What a scholar! What kind of wedding procession is this?

Seeing that the guard ignored him, Zhong Ziqi bowed again and said, "Brother guard, could you please do me the favor and let me go in to marry Miss Hong Xiuying?"

At this moment, Yan'er couldn't help but burst into laughter. She teased, "Zhong Ziqi, at this rate, you probably won't be able to open the camp gate until dark."

Zhong Ziqi was already embarrassed, and Yan'er's words made him blush deeply. But he wasn't entirely stupid; after all, he was a scholar. He immediately walked towards Yan'er and bowed deeply again.

"You are foolish, but I would like to hear your wise words, young lady."

“Young Master Zhong, you should shout into the room: Xiuying, I love you.”

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ziqi froze, too embarrassed to speak. Yan'er grew impatient and urged Zhong Ziqi to hurry up and say something.

Upon hearing this, Prince Murong quickly interjected, "Is this feasible?"

"Of course." Yan'er was focused on teaching Zhong Ziqi how to have fun, and she didn't turn around, missing the fleeting slyness on Prince Murong's face.

Zhong Ziqi hesitated for a long time before finally speaking at Yan'er's urging. He first blushed deeply, then took a few deep breaths before shouting loudly towards the camp:

"Miss Hong, I...love you."

Yan'er's playful mood was aroused. She continued to urge, "Not loud enough, louder!"

Zhong Ziqi shouted twice more, but Yan'er still felt it wasn't strong enough. So she stepped forward to demonstrate, showing Yan'er how to do it herself:

"Sooyoung, I love you—"

Zhong Ziqi imitated Yan'er, putting his hand to his mouth and shouting loudly, "Xiuying, I love you—"

Yan'er wasn't quite done yet, so she loudly urged the onlookers, "Fellow villagers, shall we all help Young Master Zhong? When I count to three, everyone shout 'Xiuying, I love you,' okay?"

"Okay." Since everyone had come to watch the fun, their playful spirits were high.

Yan'er: "It's starting, 1, 2, 3."

Everyone: "Sooyoung, I love you."

Yan'er: "123".

Everyone: "Sooyoung, I love you."

The crowd shouted and laughed. Zhong Ziqi's courage also grew, and his voice became louder than before. He also put aside his previous timidity and walked to the front to let out a loud cry.

The shouts rose and fell on one side, and Hong Xiuying on the other side grew angrier and angrier. She knew that Zhong Ziqi had created such an outrageous thing under the instigation of those two people. So she strode out and took her anger out on Zhong Ziqi.

"If you shout again, I'll cripple you."

Zhong Ziqi, who was already lacking in confidence, was immediately intimidated and his arrogance plummeted. He stood there helplessly, looking at Hong Xiuying with a pitiful expression, like a child who had made a mistake.

Hong Xiuying's heart softened suddenly as he looked at her. What made it even harder for her to resist was that when she walked up to Zhong Ziqi, he actually shed tears.

"You bastard." Hong Xiuying felt a bite taken out of her heart, and an indescribable feeling welled up inside her.