Three weeks passed and it was the day of the wedding. I walked out of my bedchamber dressed in a luxurious and elaborate red Hanfu, with extensive golden embroidery with intricate patterns, particularly prominent on the wide sleeves and the lower hem of the long, flowing skirt. On my head was a sophisticated headpiece adorned with delicate embellishments, complementing the rich red and gold color scheme of the dress. A contrasting lighter-colored sash cinches the waist, adding to the garment's regal and elegant appearance. I made my way to the entrance where I found mom, dad and big brother waiting to send me off. I walked past them then turned to look at them and uttered words that left them shattered. "Wow! You can't even try to act like you feel sad seeing me leave. You really are anxious to send me away, but don't worry I won't disappoint. Starting today, I, Liú Zāinán have nothing to do with the general's manor. Hope you have a healthy life, but don't forget good things never last longer." I said walking towards my so-called husband, Zhào Yǔchén.
He is the son of Zhào Chényì, who died when he was 15 during the outbreak of the gate to Dìyù while on his way to the capital. Ever since the Earl's manor was single-handed by Zhào Zhǐruò, his first wife. This gave her the power to take her revenge and eliminate the concubines who used to be disrespectful to her. Zhào Yǔchén reached out his hands to help me down the stairs, into the sedan. We then left for the Earl's manor where there was grand decoration for the celebration of the marriage. We arrived at the manor, I completed all the ceremonies for entering the manor as a new bride, then went to complete the wedding ceremonies in the ceremonial hall. After we were done, I went to the bridal chamber to wait for my so-called husband who was still entertaining the guests. It was around 8 in the evening when a servant came rushing to the bridal chamber to report that the young master had fallen into a coma due to an old illness relapse. Even though I knew this was their scheme, I had to pretend to be a caring wife and accompany their scheme to the end of their scheme. I took off the veil and rushed to where he was resting.
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"Mom, are you sure this plan will work? I don't want to spend much time with that low life, she has no use now. Can you believe she severed ties with the general's before she left?" he said, his face full of disdain. "What? Is she crazy? Does she think we would have proposed a marriage to her if she wasn't the general's daughter?" She wore a smug smile, her eyes cold and proud as she spoke with sharp disdain, making it clear she thought herself superior. "It doesn't matter, we just need her to cure my illness so that I can marry the Duke's daughter. If it weren't the fact that she was the disciple of the Mountain God, I wouldn't have even looked at her." he said with a smug on his face as he lied down on his bed trying a comfortable spot. "The young lady has arrived." the servant at the door announced my arrival. As soon as I walked in, my mother-in-law rushed towards me and begged me to save her son. "I beg of you, please save my son. I heard you know the Mountain God, can you please plead to him on behalf of my son to heal him please?" she said with crocodile tears falling from her eyes. "Okay I will go, but you should know, I will be sending the medicine only.
I have to stay in the mountains for a month in exchange for the medicine." I said looking at her to see how she would react, and indeed she didn't disappoint me. She tried hard to hide her happiness when she heard that, but it was still able to escape through her eyes. I immediately left for the mountain. They thought it was only good riddance for them, but it was also a good riddance for me. I was going back to live in my own manor without having to pretend to be a caring wife. While I was passing through the forest, the carriage suddenly stopped. I went outside to check and found out that the coachman was killed. I looked around to see an injured man in white as if he was going to a funeral being chased by assassins. "No wonder he is on the verge of dying, who wears morning clothes on normal days?" I said to myself as I released a heavy sigh, and was about to return into the carriage when the one who killed the coachman finally showed himself.
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