The sick king's bride to bring him good fortune

Ruan Mozhu felt that her life, which should have been bright and beautiful, had been shrouded in a gray hue.

No, she gritted her teeth, clutching her red wedding dress tightly in both hands, and made a decision.

This time, she still has to run away.

Despite her thoughts, Ruan Mozhu never found a chance to escape along the way, and the bridal sedan chair arrived smoothly at the gate of the Prince Qi's mansion.

Because the prince's family wanted to bring good luck, this marriage was arranged with great fanfare from the very beginning.

The entire street was decorated with all sorts of red silk cloths and firecrackers. As soon as the wedding procession reached the street entrance, strings of firecrackers exploded with a crackling sound. Countless ordinary people along the way flocked to watch, pointing and whispering about the bridal sedan chair inside.

"Look! That's Princess Qi's bridal sedan chair!"

"I wonder what the girl King Qi is marrying looks like."

"Of course, any woman who can marry into the royal family is no ordinary person; she must be exceptionally beautiful."

At the gate of Prince Qi's mansion, a large group of royal relatives who came to offer their congratulations had already gathered, and the servants at the gate who were calling out names and collecting gift lists were busy running around.

Someone with sharp eyes spotted a wedding procession at the end of the street, accompanied by gongs, drums, and suonas, and shouted in a high-pitched voice, "The bride is here!"

Upon seeing the wedding procession stop in front of the Prince's Mansion, everyone rushed to greet the bride. Guests who were about to enter also stopped in their tracks to make way for the bride to get out of the sedan chair and enter the mansion.

Ruan Mozhu's wrist was held tightly by the matchmaker, and she had no way to escape. She could only be led into the palace by the matchmaker. There was no joy in her heart, only a feeling of wanting to cry but having no tears.

Standing to the side, Wen Caiqian sneered, her eyes filled with disdain: "Hmph, she's just a crude woman used to bring good luck in marriage. Is it really worth the Qi Prince's mansion going to such lengths?"

"What, a mere princess consort brought in for good luck is something you, the Crown Princess, would be jealous of?" A handsome young man in a purple-red and gold robe said calmly, exuding an aura of authority. This man was none other than Wei Jingye, the Crown Prince of Yue Kingdom.

"What a joke, I would be jealous of her." Wen Caiqian's face turned cold as if she had been stepped on.

She was angry for two reasons: first, Wei Jingye's comparison of her, the noble daughter of the prime minister and niece of the empress, with Ruan Mozhu offended her; second, her deep-seated feelings were exposed, which made her furious and embarrassed.

Although the King of Qi was a sickly man, Wen Caiqian had once caught a glimpse of him from afar, and his unparalleled beauty had dazzled and captivated her.

Although Wen Caiqian was forced to suppress her feelings and marry Crown Prince Wei Jingye because Prince Qi was a cripple, her proud nature made her unable to tolerate a wild woman who appeared out of nowhere taking what belonged to her.

Yes, it's hers. To Wen Caiqian, even those she's given up on are hers, and she will never allow anyone else to have them.

Thinking of this, Wen Caiqian calmed down and glanced at Wei Jingye with a cold smile: "Heh, you're only talking about me. Aren't you jealous of Prince Qi? You are clearly the Crown Prince, but Father Emperor obviously favors Prince Qi more. Look at the expenses of this wedding. It's even more extravagant than when you and I got married. If Prince Qi weren't just a cripple who couldn't inherit the throne, I think it would be hard to say who would become the Crown Prince."

Wei Jingye, whose internal ailment had been pierced, was instantly enraged.

But Wen Caiqian just snorted coldly and confronted him head-on without showing any weakness.

As he watched, Wei Jingye suddenly laughed. He narrowed his eyes, revealing a terrifying light. "Today is Jingnan's big day. It would be bad luck if we, husband and wife, started arguing. Let's calm down."

Wen Caiqian was somewhat surprised by him. Looking at Wei Jingye's calm and composed expression, she stared at him suspiciously: "What are you up to?"

"You'll see when you see it," Wei Jingye said calmly, then ignored Wen Caiqian, flicked his robe, and entered the Qi Prince's residence.

On the other hand, Ruan Mozhu, her head covered by a veil, was incredibly nervous. Cold sweat poured down her face.

Because her view was obstructed, she could only see the ground beneath her feet. After counting twenty-eight smooth bluestone slabs, a vermilion threshold appeared. She stiffly lifted her leg and followed the matchmaker across, then heard the rumble of wheels rolling, and a person in a wheelchair appeared before her.

A red brocade robe with black trim and gold embroidery covered his legs, and Ruan Mozhu could only see a pair of hands placed on his lap.

His fingers were long and slender with distinct knuckles, and his fair skin looked like warm jade against the red fabric, making him no less impressive than a modern hand model.

This piqued Ruan Mozhu's interest in the person's upper body, but she couldn't see it due to the veil covering her face.

"Could this be what King Qi thought to himself? A man with such beautiful hands can't be too ugly, can he?"

Because of this idea, Ruan Mozhu somehow completed the wedding ceremony in a daze.

When the couple bowed to each other, they tried to steal a glance at each other's faces, but before they could succeed, they were pushed into the bridal chamber.

After entering the bridal chamber, taking advantage of the servants leaving, Ruan Mozhu ripped off her veil, looked around the room, and found her groom lying on a wooden bed covered with a dragon and phoenix double-fly quilt.

Ruan Mozhu leaned closer to examine the other person's face, and was immediately stunned at the first glance.

Is there such a handsome sleeping beauty in the world?

King Qi lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling slowly with his breath.

Those deep eyes, thick eyebrows, a high nose, and exquisitely shaped lips—every curve and angle was perfect. His smooth face appeared somewhat pale compared to most people. Perhaps the wedding ceremony had exhausted him; his long, ink-black hair, spread across the red bedding, accentuated a fragile beauty. He exuded nobility and elegance; this…this was hardly human.

"Good heavens are really fair to you sickly guy, with such a handsome face. If you were still alive and kicking, how many girls would you have ruined?" Ruan Mozhu muttered to herself, clutching her heart which was suddenly pounding violently.

This book originated from Reading Obsession.