The maid squad is too strong, what use is there for me, the Demon King?

Chapter 310 A Somber Wedding

It was in a spacious suite in the castle, where the air was filled with the fragrance of roses and vanilla.

The curtains were gently drawn back, and sunlight streamed into a full-length mirror with a vintage frame. The young woman sat before an elegant dressing table, which was filled with various makeup tools and bottles of fragrance.

The girl's hair was gently combed by an experienced hairstylist and then secured into an elegant updo with hairpins. A delicate gemstone hairpin adorned the bun, shimmering with dazzling light.

This is how she gets ready for her wedding, but on such a joyous day, the young woman's face shows no trace of a smile, and her eyes are filled with endless sorrow.

She sat there, letting the makeup artist and hairstylist style her hair.

After finishing her hair and makeup, the girl looked at herself in the mirror and was surprised by her appearance.

This was the first time she had ever worn such expensive clothes and accessories.

The saying "clothes make the man" is absolutely true; this was perhaps the most beautiful moment of her life.

But... what's the use of beauty? She'd rather not have this kind of beauty.

The man she was to marry was not the one she loved, but a spoiled young master from a noble family—a man who was overweight, lazy, and of questionable character.

Moreover, she was not married as a wife, but only as a concubine.

It's all because of these powerful people that they take concubines...

The girl sighed silently in her heart at all times.

It was her beautiful appearance that led to this tragedy.

Before this concubine-taking ceremony, she had thought countless times about disfiguring herself, hoping that this would allow her to escape the clutches of the aristocratic playboy.

But that would be useless. She knew all too well the ruthlessness of the aristocratic playboys. If she did that, she would not gain liberation, but rather the playboys' crazy actions.

The fact that a peasant woman would disfigure herself rather than marry him as a concubine was a great insult to the aristocratic playboy.

He won't let himself and his parents off the hook.

The same goes for Zisha (purple clay) pottery; it's just that it left first.

Even though she was extremely unwilling, she had no other choice.

She could only become a plaything for aristocratic playboys.

Alo...

The girl called out to her beloved countless times in her heart, but she didn't know what she was after.

He'll be very angry, won't he?

Although they never made any promises to each other, and their relationship is currently limited to childhood sweethearts, their hearts are already connected.

The girl felt incredibly conflicted, constantly proposing and then denying herself.

She wanted to see the boy, but she was also afraid that he would show a look of disgust.

Regardless of the circumstances, this is still a betrayal of him, that's undeniable.

She didn't want to be hated by him.

Yet, she kept calling out to him in her heart, and fantasized that he would come to rescue her.

No, no, he cannot come.

The aristocratic family's power is too great; his arrival would be futile and would only bring trouble upon himself. She didn't want him to be affected by her...

"Miss, it's time to go out."

While the young girl was lost in thought, the makeup artist and hairstylist had already finished dressing her up. Now, a maid was calling her name; she was also the servant who would one day marry into a wealthy and powerful family.

Having a personal maid was something she never dared to dream of, but the price she paid was far too heavy.

When she caught the eye of a wealthy and dissolute nobleman, happiness was already out of her reach.

Perhaps, she should be happy that she can give her parents a better life and marry into a wealthy family?

How could that be? No matter how devastated she is, she wouldn't deceive herself to this extent.

The girl stood up like a zombie and followed the maid slowly toward the ceremony site.

The ceremony area was decorated like a romantic garden, with a few white clouds floating in the sky.

However, these clouds blocked out the sunlight, making the place not bright.

Silver vases filled with white lilies and pale purple hyacinths lined both sides of the red carpet, which ended at an archway woven from white ribbons and fresh flowers.

The backdrop of the ceremonial platform was a huge hand-painted oil painting depicting the outline of a castle and the surrounding fields. Even if she didn't understand painting, she knew it was incredibly expensive.

Franz Stanton, that aristocratic playboy, was dressed in a suit, his eyes undisguised, his wolfish gaze making her tremble with fear.

I really don't know where such an oversized suit came from. It's probably not available for sale elsewhere, or it must be custom-made. And the price would be an astronomical figure.

"Aren't you going to start yet?"

Franz Stanton was very impatient. He didn't want to go through such a complicated wedding process. He just wanted to keep the "entering the bridal chamber" part, which was too troublesome.

The priest presiding over the ceremony smiled and said, "Don't worry, the bride is already here. Just go through the formalities, and then you can go to the bridal chamber."

Franz Stanton snorted coldly, too lazy to say anything more.

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across the girl's face, and the fat on his face instantly contorted into a grimace.

He saw the gloom in the girl's eyes, her face drooping, as if she were telling him how unhappy she was, as if she wanted everyone around her to know that she had been forced to marry him as a concubine.

This greatly displeased Franz Stanton.

On their wedding day, the bride's expression would make anyone unhappy, but Franz Stanton didn't see anything wrong with his forced marriage.

In his eyes, commoners are lowly animals, born to serve him. Now that he has taken a liking to them and they have been granted the title of concubine, it is already an act of great mercy. Who are you trying to impress with that kind of expression?

Franz Stanton immediately flew into a rage, disregarding the sanctity of the wedding, and yelled at the girl.

"What kind of expression is that? Are you looking for trouble? Smile!"

The angry voice made the girl tremble. It wasn't that Franz Stanton had any imposing presence that silenced her, but rather that she knew the cruelty of this aristocratic playboy and the insane things he might do.

The girl dared not move and could only force an awkward smile as Franz Stanton had instructed.

Franz Stanton was not satisfied with the smile and was about to speak angrily again.

Seeing this, the priest quickly tried to smooth things over.

"Young Master Stanton, shall the wedding begin now?"

Franz Stanton thought about it and agreed.

Once we're in the bridal chamber, there'll be plenty of time to train her; I'm not worried about this woman always having a sour face.

Franz Stanton glared at the girl fiercely, and that menacing look made her tremble uncontrollably.

Seeing that the situation was not good and fearing that something might happen, the priest immediately began to preside over the ceremony.

Any conflicts should at least erupt after he finishes presiding over the wedding; don't let this wedding damage your reputation.

The priest announced.

"The wedding ceremony is now in session. Please enter, bride and groom!"