General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

Three days flew by.

On the tenth day of the fourth month of the thirty-first year of the Wuyun era, it is auspicious for weddings, sacrifices, moving to a new house, breaking ground, and felling trees.

The past few days have been sunny and pleasant, but this morning a light spring rain started to fall.

Jiang Yunruan and Jiang Chenshi stood in front of the main hall.

Jiang Yunruan fanned herself with her hand in disgust, as if that would blow away the dampness: "Mom, it's all because this jinx got married, even the heavens are unhappy. My hair, which I worked so hard to style, is all messed up when it rains."

Jiang Chenshi had something on her mind, so she said perfunctorily, "We can go back in a little while. Look, the wedding procession is here."

"Haha, Mother, look at this jinx! She married a cripple who can't even come to the wedding. It's such a joke."

Jiang Yunruan had been standing here for so long, and finally something made her happy.

So what if she's the legitimate daughter? She'll follow the dog she marries. When she marries the Crown Prince, she'll have a grand wedding procession with eight bearers and a ten-mile-long red bridal procession. What can this jinx have to compare with her?

Jiang Chenshi gently patted her hand, signaling her to be careful with her words.

"No matter what, today is a joyous occasion for our Jiang family. You must be careful what you say, lest someone with ulterior motives overhears you. It's fine if you talk about that vile woman, but if these words reach the ears of the Third Prince..."

Jiang Yunruan quickly shut up: "Mother, do you think the Third Prince will come today?" She started dressing up early in the morning, just so that the Third Prince would be amazed when he saw her.

"Probably not. If they do go, it will be to the General's Mansion."

Jiang Yunruan knew this too; after all, her father was only a minister. She snorted coldly, "Fine, don't come then," and turned away.

Even if the Third Prince doesn't come, there are other young masters from noble families. She needs to wander around in the crowd and not waste this hard work this morning.

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In the past few days, whether it was because she had transmigrated or because the imperial physician's medicine had really worked, Jiang Qiqi's health had actually improved day by day.

Starting yesterday, Jiang Qiqi has been able to take walks in the morning and evening. She even secretly hunted a fat sparrow that was passing by when Xiang'er wasn't paying attention, saying that it had crashed into a tree and fallen down.

Xiang'er was very happy. After a simple preparation, the two of them grilled and ate it, which satisfied their cravings a little.

Xiang'er started dressing her up early this morning. Even though it was such a big day, she still didn't have a single maid to help her. Xiang'er took care of everything herself from beginning to end.

It was gloomy outside, and a candle sat on each side of the dressing table. The candlelight flickered on the bronze mirror and reflected in Jiang Qiqi's eyes.

Xiang'er looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror and exclaimed, "Miss, you are so beautiful! Emmm..."

After thinking for a long time, I still couldn't find a suitable word to describe my young lady. "Oh, anyway, she's very beautiful, more beautiful than anyone I've ever seen."

Jiang Qiqi, who had been lost in thought, snapped out of it upon hearing this and looked at herself in the mirror. She let out a soft breath, as if talking to herself, "Pretty, isn't it?"

She knew from a young age that she was exceptionally beautiful. She was very mischievous in the orphanage, but both her teachers and classmates were very tolerant of her, and even showed her some blatant favoritism.

But her beauty brought her more trouble than good.

There was a male teacher who volunteered and always played with her. Several times he even tried to take her to the car alone, but he repeatedly gave up because she was too eager to share and always insisted on inviting other children to get on the car with her.

Later, that person stopped looking for her and went to find another girl.

Jiang Qiqi didn't notice at the time; she had many friends, and she couldn't even remember if one or two were missing.

A few days later, several vehicles arrived at the welfare home. She had studied and recognized them as ambulances and police cars.

A little girl was pushed into an ambulance, her neck covered in bruises, her legs bent into an odd shape, and her white and blue plaid skirt stained with red mud.

The ambulance drove away with its lights flashing "Ura ura," and the male volunteer was taken away by the police.

The children in the orphanage were silent; some of the female teachers were crying softly, while some of the male teachers were cursing.

Later, when she arrived at the base, her teacher told her, "The more ordinary you are, the less likely you are to be remembered. Being outstanding in appearance is a disadvantage for us, a huge disadvantage that could cost us our lives."

Therefore, she worked harder than others when learning facial disguise, and even sought advice from an experienced person many times, not satisfied with just makeup, and learned how to make her own human skin mask.

For decades after leaving the base, she lived almost entirely with a mask on.

She raised her hand and touched the bronze mirror.

It's been so long since I've seen this face.

"Miss, what's wrong?" Xiang'er looked at the person in the mirror, whose lips were slightly upturned and whose eyes were smiling, but upon closer inspection, the smile did not reach the depths of her eyes. This gentle yet cold young lady inexplicably felt unfamiliar to her.

Jiang Qiqi looked away: "It's okay, let's continue."

Just as the last hairpin was inserted, the matchmaker came to call out, "The time has come."

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Because of his physical disability, Shen Luo was unable to go to the wedding procession and could only wait at the General's Mansion for the procession to return.

"Master, the Third Prince has arrived," Nineteen whispered in Shen Luo's ear.

Shen Luo wasn't surprised; if he didn't come, he wouldn't be himself: "Push me out."

"Congratulations, General Shen! I, the Third Prince, have come to share in the joy." The Third Prince, Chen Chengfeng, was dressed in a black long robe with gold trim, a dark red patterned belt around his waist, and a gold-painted landscape paper folding fan in his hand. He smiled very kindly.

The prince's status and dashing appearance even overshadowed the groom, who was sitting in a wheelchair, causing a small commotion in the crowd. Onlookers bowed, and some bold young ladies from noble families took a few steps forward hoping to be noticed.

As a prince, he was already used to such commotions, and upon seeing this, he simply raised his hand slightly: "General, there is no need for such formalities on your joyous occasion."

He then turned to Shen Luo and said, "I have prepared a small gift, and I hope General Shen will accept it." At that moment, his attendant handed over a beautifully wrapped box.

"Your Highness is too kind. Your presence has brought great honor to our humble abode," Shen Luo said without changing his expression, instructing the people behind him to take the congratulatory gifts without even glancing at them.

Shen Luo has always had this attitude.

Chen Chengfeng didn't mind and continued the pleasantries as usual, when suddenly a gong sounded and firecrackers exploded nearby—the wedding procession was returning.

Shen Luo: "Your Highness, please excuse me."

"Your Highness, Shen Luo is truly ungrateful." After Shen Luo left, the Third Prince's attendant spoke up with dissatisfaction.

"Alright, as long as he holds military power, he has the right to be arrogant. If he doesn't..."

"Crackling and popping!" The firecrackers were so loud that the guards didn't hear what their lord said next.

"The bride has arrived, alight from the sedan chair—" Another round of firecrackers rang out, mixed with the sounds of gongs and drums, the neighing of horses, and the celebratory shouts of the people.

"let's go."

"Yes, Your Highness."

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Jiang Qiqi didn't know what modern weddings were like, but the ancient wedding ceremonies were certainly quite complicated.

She was led around by one person and then another, bowing to one side and then to another, bumping along the way, accompanied by gongs and drums, and then being surrounded and ushered in, listening to auspicious words and doing auspicious things.

The red veil covering her head meant she could only see her toes, making her feel extremely insecure.

After all the procedures were finally completed, the groom toasted the guests in the main hall, and according to etiquette, she was placed in the bridal chamber, which was decorated as the main room.

When she was about to leave her room, she was led by the matchmaker for 497 steps to the main gate of the Jiang family.

She controlled her stride to be consistent, so the entire Jiang Mansion courtyard was less than 200 meters long. Chinese courtyards emphasize a square layout, and the length-to-width ratio has varied over the centuries, but it is always around 1.5, so the width would be around 140 meters.

Jiang Qianzhong, who came from a poor family and was once a scholar, has now risen to the rank of second-grade official and receives an annual salary of over two hundred taels of silver…

Ha, this Lord Jiang is so harsh on his daughter, yet he himself has been quite greedy.

After entering the general's mansion, we walked a total of 673 steps, including 230 steps before the ceremony and 443 steps after the ceremony.

She was in the main building of the General's Mansion. Excluding the steps leading up to it, the main hall and front courtyard were about 90 meters long, and the main building in the inner courtyard was about 160 meters long. So the entire building was about 300 meters long and 200 meters wide.

"Gurgle," the rumbling of her stomach broke her train of thought. Only now, sitting on the bed waiting for the veil to be lifted, did Jiang Qiqi realize that she seemed to have inexplicably triggered some kind of spy passive.

The Spy Handbook, Lesson One: Remember the Way We Came From

The Spy Handbook, Lesson Two: Assessing Your Circumstances

……

What happened to enjoying life and being a couch potato?

There was no one in the rooms on either side. Jiang Qiqi lifted her veil herself, stretched her neck and arms, and felt that every part of her body was very sore, like a machine that hadn't been used for a long time, and that her whole body would creak and fall apart if she moved it.

If she could, she would love to take all 206 bones out of her body and apply lubricant to each one to maintain them.

However, we should put health maintenance aside for now; food is the most important thing for people.

Jiang Qiqi squinted at the three plates of crudely made pastries on the table.

Prepare to die! I, the Gourmet Warrior of Justice, will annihilate you villains!