Reborn as a concubine's daughter and entering a noble family: Xie Lang, don't be too seduc

Xie Shu did not appear until the wedding ceremony.

Madam Xie sat in the main seat, with one of Lord Xie's robes hanging beside her.

Xie Lin carried Huo Sanghua into the hall, and only put her down under the panicked gazes of Madam Xie and the guests.

Huo Sanghua carefully moved her bound feet and stood beside Xie Lin.

"Don't be afraid..." Xie Lin leaned closer and whispered, glancing around to make sure his brother Xie Shu wasn't there. He was a little surprised and lowered his voice even further. "...Don't forget, this is a fake marriage. Whatever we say or do later...it won't count."

"... ...Um."

Hawthorne responded softly.

He naturally understood what Xie Lin meant by those words.

Their agreement was merely a mutual assistance contract, limited to one year.

A year later, Xie Lin will find a way to help her leave the Xie family and escape to a faraway place...

"...First bow to Heaven and Earth...Second bow to the parents..."

Amidst cheers and jeers, the couple followed the master of ceremonies' instructions and completed their wedding ceremony according to proper etiquette.

With the announcement of "Send her to the bridal chamber," Xie Lin's former brothers huddled together, clamoring to follow her into the bridal chamber to see what kind of beautiful woman this bride, whose face was veiled by a fan, really looked like.

Hawthorne could barely move her feet, struggling to maintain her balance amidst the crowd.

"Sigh." Xie Lin sighed, and could only bend down and pick the person up again...

This immediately drew a burst of boisterous laughter.

He strode confidently towards his "new house"...

Hearing the commotion from the backyard, Xie Shu stood in the garden, his expression unusually cold.

Liao Bin kept glancing at him furtively, but dared not say a word.

It was obvious to everyone that the young master was not in a good mood tonight.

You were the one who pushed them away, but now you regret it. Who are you torturing?

Xie Lin and Huo Sanghua sat side by side on the edge of the bed.

The matchmaker stepped forward, tied the corners of the couple's clothes, and presented them with the wedding wine.

Hearing the cacophony around him, Hawthorne's palms sweated with nervousness, and she gripped the hem of her clothes tightly.

Her fingers, which were originally as white as jade, had lost even more color.

Wanting only to end this meaningless ceremony as quickly as possible and put an end to this matter, she obediently followed the matchmaker's instructions, picked up the cup, and walked around Xie Lin's arm...

The two hesitated before drinking the cup of wine to celebrate their union.

She held a fan in one hand, concealing her blushing cheeks, which resembled delicate flowers.

Those around them immediately started to jeer!

She turned her head away, somewhat embarrassed.

Xie Lin's gaze swept over the blush on her face, lingered for a moment, and he seemed momentarily stunned.

The almost frozen atmosphere was quickly broken by the boisterous noise of the group inside the room. He averted his gaze, unconsciously blending into the laughter and chatter. Occasionally, he glanced back at the "bride," his feelings inexplicably...

I care a little.

The matchmaker then took a lock of hair from each of their heads, tied them together with a red string, placed them in a beautiful box, and put it under the bed.

The ceremony was declared complete.

The group then started arguing that Xie Lin should go out for drinks.

The group of people who had been surrounding her just moments before now quietly and noisily retreated.

Hawthorne gradually breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait, you guys go first, I'll be right there..." Xie Lin suddenly stopped after seeing everyone out the door.

"What? You can't bear to part with your bride?"

as predicted--

This immediately drew teasing, followed by a burst of laughter.

One of the older men even joked, "...The night is still long, let's go drink first, there'll be plenty of time for you two to get intimate!"

"You all go first, I'll be right there after I say something." Xie Lin pushed everyone out the door without saying another word, then closed the door and returned to Huo Sanghua's side.

Hawthorne, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, immediately held his breath—

Get nervous!

Xie Lin stood in front of her for a long while, too embarrassed to say anything.

Finally, he decisively pulled something out of his pocket and shoved it into Huo Sanghua's hand, "... ...you can have this for now, I'll bring you some food when I come back later."

The words had barely left his mouth when the person locked outside was heard deliberately banging on the door and jokingly shouting...

"Deputy General Xie, there's no rush! ... ...Can't you wait any longer? Come out quickly, or we'll be going in!"

Laughter and banter could be heard from outside.

Hawthorne's face turned bright red.

"...Don't listen to their nonsense. They're just roughnecks from the military camp, they don't know any manners, but they don't mean any harm." Xie Lin explained, but for some reason, the more he explained, the more awkward it became, so he simply... "Then I'll go out first."

After saying that, he left without looking back.

He pressed down on the heads that kept peering into the new house and closed the door.

Until I heard their footsteps fading into the distance.

Hawthorne finally calmed down and opened the object that had been stuffed into his hand—

A sheet of oil paper, wrapped around a few small pieces of maltose.

Suddenly he understood Xie Lin's meaning, then smiled, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Instantly, my mouth was filled with a sweet aroma.

Just as Xie Lin had suspected, she hadn't eaten anything all day and was already dizzy with hunger. "She is quite thoughtful, isn't she..."

Despite having little confidence in life for the coming year, and with the intention of leaving as soon as possible, I stepped into the Marquis of Anding's residence.

But at this moment... ...

I'm actually starting to feel a bit excited.

only--

With a candy in his mouth, Hawthorne suddenly heard some faint noises and looked warily towards the corner where the sounds were coming from. "Who...who's there?!"

Could it be...?

assassin? !

Could it be that they've gone after her after all?!

No, she didn't do anything this time...

But relying on her memories of her wedding night in her previous life, Huo Sanghua dared not be careless in the slightest and cautiously guarded against all possible accidents.

Who exactly is there?

After a brief moment of thought, the person hiding in the corner came out.

“...It’s you?!” Hawthorne was stunned.

The person in front of me is actually Si Qingyue?!

How could it be her? How could she be here...?

There wasn't even time to ask.

Huo Sanghua saw Si Qingyue clutching her injured shoulder, blood seeping from between her fingers.

"What's wrong?" Hawthorne asked softly, keeping an eye on the commotion outside.

As soon as she stood up, she almost tripped over the red ribbon binding her feet.

Si Qingyue followed her gaze and immediately noticed the red ribbon tied around her feet.

Her face was pale from the pain of her wound, but she still walked towards Hawthorne, bent down, and, ignoring her bleeding shoulder, used her blood-stained and trembling hands to untie the red silk from Hawthorne's feet.

He couldn't resist a sarcastic laugh, "What, are they afraid you, their bride, will run away?"

"Sister, how did you get hurt?"

Concerned about her injuries, Hawthorne helped her sit down.

He paced anxiously in the room, trying to find some medicine to treat the wound and stop the bleeding, but he didn't know where to start.

When Huo Sanghua saw Si Qingyue's outfit, he knew what was going on.

If he were a guest invited today, why would he be hiding in the bridal chamber dressed in the dark, especially since he was injured?

but--

Si Qingyue had no ill intentions towards her.

For some reason, she also felt a strange sense of familiarity with Si Qingyue, so she wanted to help her.

But how could there be any medicine for injuries in a new house?

In the end, Si Qingyue took out a medicine bottle from her person and handed it to Huo Sanghua.

Hawthorne took it, and looked at her superior Qingyue with her eyes...

Within that silent resolve, there was even a hint of profound...

eager?!

Si Qingyue's lips twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something to her, but she was trying her best to restrain herself.

Only those eyes showed a deep, fervent redness.

Hawthorne was stunned.

Who exactly is Si Qingyue looking at through her?