Poison Doctor Roaming the Martial World

"Songyin, go pick up Ah Xuan. Jubaozhai should be ready."

"Yes."

"Hibiscus, let's go into the mansion first."

"Yes, ma'am."

Yang Jianwu still wore a beaded veil in public, attracting a lot of attention.

"Whose daughter is this? Why is she covering her face when she goes out?"

"I don't recognize her. She must not be of any high status. She only has one maid with her."

"Don't you recognize her? She is General Yang's daughter. His Highness the Seventh Prince specially requested an imperial decree from the Emperor to allow her to accompany her father and the Xipan envoys back to the capital to attend the wedding."

"General Yang? Is that the General Yang who guards Anshun?"

"Wasn't his daughter disfigured?"

"So what if she's disfigured? Her poem 'The Song of the Pipa' has been sung in the capital for quite some time."

"So it was her who sang it, I really didn't expect that."

"That's true. Not everyone can attend a palace banquet. It's perfectly normal that you don't know her."

"His Highness requested permission for her to come to the capital with him. Could it be that he has feelings for her?"

Whether it was intentional or not is unknown, but it is certainly special.

"Just now someone said that His Highness was extremely fond of Princess Nalan, and now there's Miss Yang too. What is His Highness really thinking?"

“Miss Yang is Consort Qi’s goddaughter, and naturally she and His Highness are like siblings. His Highness is fond of Princess Nalan and was worried that the princess would be bored on the way, so it is reasonable for him to have Miss Yang come to the capital with him.”

"So, Your Highness really dotes on Princess Nalan, that you could even think of such a small thing."

"Indeed, the attention to detail is evident."

……

Where there are women, there is a world of intrigue. Yang Jianwu's temples throbbed as she listened to the chattering gossip. Luckily, she had arranged for "thoughtful people" to join in, otherwise the winds of discussion would have blown to her grave.

Whether or not she's disfigured, let others guess. Dongli has no rule that forbids women from wearing face coverings when going out.

A series of firecrackers went off, signaling that Mo Yu was taking Lianyi back to the mansion.

The music playing at the scene was from small, imitation stone speakers scattered throughout the Seventh Prince's residence. Li Leru could hear it no matter where she went. Unable to find some peace and quiet, she simply returned to observe the ceremony with proper decorum to avoid being gossiped about for being jealous.

The wedding ceremony had been carefully modified by Yang Jianwu. Mo Yu carried Lianyi out of the sedan chair, across the fire basin, and onto the saddle.

They put Lianyi down at the entrance of the hall, and the wedding attendant beside her straightened Lianyi's dress.

Mo Yu kept Yang Jianwu's instructions firmly in mind:

Whenever you look at Nalan Lianyi, you have to use a gaze that's sickeningly sweet;

As long as Li Leru is present, he must find a way to get intimate with Lianyi.

Mo Yu thought for a moment, then raised his hand to brush away a non-existent stray hair from Nalan Lianyi's ear, his voice extremely gentle.

"Yiyi looks so beautiful today. Meeting you is my good fortune."

"Wow~"

"Oh~oh~"

"Haha~ Why is my heart pounding like this?"

……

Mo Yu and Mo Ye's subordinates were in charge of creating a commotion. Even before the wedding started, many young ladies from prominent families were already moved by Mo Yu's feelings for Lianyi.

Leaving aside the pomp and circumstance, carrying the princess out of the sedan chair in public and praising her in front of everyone—it couldn't be sweeter.

Nalan Lianyi was well prepared, but even knowing it was fake, her heart still trembled. Her pretty face flushed, and she raised her fan, hiding her face behind it. The two stood side by side, waiting for the next step.

Hongyun was a guest performer in the wedding ceremony. To avoid any mistakes in hosting, Yang Jianwu gave Hongyun three days of special training before the wedding.

A platform about a foot high was set up in the middle of the auditorium. Hongyun fastened the microphone in his collar and walked confidently to the center of the stage.

"Respected gentlemen, ladies, gentlemen, and young ladies:"

Hello everyone!"

"First of all, I thank Your Highness the Seventh Prince for allowing me to serve as the master of ceremonies at today's wedding; secondly, I thank the officials of the Ministry of Rites for their hospitality in giving me the opportunity to show my face here, and perhaps even become the focus of attention today!"

The unique series of greetings immediately attracted the attention of everyone present and drew applause.

"The coldest days of winter bring good fortune, and warmth is sent amidst ice and snow. Today we sow joy and hope, and tomorrow we will reap lasting happiness and eternity."

On behalf of His Highness and the Princess, I extend a warm welcome and heartfelt thanks to all our distinguished guests for their presence.

Hongyun bowed in gratitude and continued to preside over the modified wedding ceremony.

"At this moment, I declare that the wedding ceremony of the Seventh Prince and Princess Nalan shall now begin!"

Modern weddings have departed from traditional solemnity, emphasizing a relaxed and harmonious atmosphere, occasionally bringing tears to the eyes.

……

Another round of applause erupted from below, and everyone followed Hongyun's pace, except for Yang Jianwu, who seemed somewhat regretful.

"Tsk tsk~ If Hong Dian were to host, it would definitely be more exciting than Hong Yun."

Mu Jin's hands were numb from clapping. "Miss, Hong Yun did a great job hosting. He really got everyone's emotions going."

“No, Hongdian is an outgoing and outgoing person. If he were here, his rich body language would be more empathetic.”

“Hongyun is quite good too. Look at those young masters over there, they were all moved to tears.”

Yang Jianwu looked around and was quite satisfied. Many ladies and young women were gently wiping the corners of their eyes with handkerchiefs, and even several young men had red eyes.

The script was so good, and the participants were so easily moved to tears that the result was that they were all crying uncontrollably.

"Hongdian can not only move them to tears, but also make them laugh until they cry, and finally make them so sick they can't get up. I guarantee everyone will never forget it. That's the effect I want."

Mu Jin thought of Hong Dian's unruly nature and shook her head like a rattle drum.

"No, if Hong Dian were to host, the stage would turn into a theater, and we wouldn't be able to watch the newcomers; we'd just have to listen to the play."

Why is this girl always arguing today, and every sentence seems to favor Hongyun?

Yang Jianwu gave Mu Jin a meaningful look, but received no response for a long time.

understood!

Mu Jin was so engrossed in watching the wedding that she didn't even notice her master starting to randomly matchmake people.

……

"The Seventh Prince and the Princess are to be married, and there is a formal letter of betrothal from the State. To show his sincerity, the Seventh Prince personally made a cinnabar paper a month ago and will write a 'marriage certificate' in his own hand today. Please bear witness to this."

Several waiters set up tables on the stage and prepared writing implements. Hongyun was also busy grinding gold ink on the side.

Mo Yu stood before the table, gently holding the pen, his brush moving with fluid strokes, each line telling a story of his state of mind.

"Two families unite in marriage, a covenant is made in this hall, a blessed union is forever bound, a perfect match is celebrated. Behold the peach blossoms in full bloom today, a perfect match for this home, may your descendants flourish and prosper in the years to come. With this vow of lifelong commitment, we write this on fine paper, so that our pledge of love may be recorded in the marriage register."

Hongyun sang loudly in response, drawing envy from the young ladies below the stage. The bookish young men gathered together, asking their servants to borrow writing implements from the Seventh Prince's servants, and they competed to take notes.

The atmosphere at the wedding was wonderful, and everyone sincerely offered their blessings. Only Li Leru stood in the crowd, her face contorted with jealousy.