nyslfriends Chapter 89 A Real Headache
Chapter 89 A Real Headache
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Perhaps it was because of the upcoming wedding, perhaps because of a lingering concern, or perhaps it was an instinctive resistance to this distorted emotion.
He wouldn't completely push Li Yunrui away; this woman might still come in handy at some point in the future. But it was impossible for him to become completely infatuated with her.
His true goal is the stars and the sea, the pinnacle of this world, not to indulge in this fleeting pleasure.
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On the day of Ye Tian's wedding, before dawn, the entire Qin Prince's mansion was already brightly lit and bustling with activity.
Ye Tian wore a magnificent crimson wedding robe befitting a prince, embroidered with dragon patterns in gold thread (as a prince, he was permitted to use four-clawed dragons). A jade belt cinched his waist, and his black hair was tied high with a purple-gold crown. His face was as handsome as jade, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes. He stood quietly before the mirror, gazing at his reflection—a self that was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar. His eyes were deep, lacking the joy one would expect from a groom, instead carrying a hint of all-knowing indifference.
He knew that for him, this wedding was a move by Emperor Qing to stabilize him; for the Fan family, it was glory and reliance; for Fan Ruoruo, it was perhaps a once-in-a-lifetime dream of happiness. But for himself, it was merely a small node in his life's journey, a link he could use.
"The auspicious hour has arrived, Your Highness. It's time to set off for the Fan residence to fetch the bride!" The head steward of the Prince's residence bowed and reported.
"Hmm." Ye Tian nodded slightly and stepped out.
Outside the Qin King's Palace, a sea of people had already gathered. The wedding procession stretched out from the palace gates as far as the eye could see. The magnificent eight-bearer sedan chair was gleaming gold, the ceremonial guard was imposing and majestic, drums and music filled the air, and banners fluttered in the breeze. Countless people lined the streets to watch, eager to catch a glimpse of the legendary Qin King and this grand wedding destined to be recorded in history.
The procession was grand and imposing, with red silk ribbons draped across the ground and colorful lanterns hanging high, heading towards the Fan residence.
The Fan residence.
The entire Fan residence was decorated with lanterns and colorful streamers, filled with a joyous atmosphere.
Fan Jian and Liu Ruyu, a married couple, wore smiles that they could hardly contain, a mixture of reluctance to part with their daughter and boundless anticipation for the future of their family.
Fan Xian, dressed in brocade robes, stood at the doorway, watching the approaching wedding procession in the distance, his expression somewhat complicated. He was happy that his sister was marrying a good man, but he always harbored a sense of wariness and an inexplicable apprehension towards his brother-in-law, Ye Tian.
"Ye Tian, you've finally arrived!" When Ye Tian appeared in front of the Fan residence, Fan Xian stepped forward and said, half-teasingly and half-seriously, "Today is a joyous day for you and my sister. If you ever dare to bully her, I, as your older brother, will be the first to punish you!"
Ye Tian smiled slightly: "Brother, rest assured, since Ruoruo has married me as her concubine, I will protect her for the rest of my life."
After a lively "door-blocking" and "bridal procession," Ye Tian finally met his bride.
Fan Ruoruo sat gracefully in her boudoir, adorned with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes, her face veiled by a red veil. Even through the veil, one could imagine her captivating appearance, a mixture of shyness and joy. Her slender fingers nervously twisted the hem of her dress, her heart pounding like a deer's.
When Ye Tian, following proper etiquette, took her hand and helped her into the bridal sedan chair, Fan Ruoruo felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her throat. She could feel the warmth and strength in Ye Tian's palm, a feeling that made her feel incredibly safe and utterly captivated.
The wedding in Kyoto was a grand affair, with ten miles of red bridal procession.
On the way back to the Prince of Qin's residence from the Fan residence, the true meaning of "ten miles of red bridal procession" was revealed.
The long procession stretched as far as the eye could see. At the very front were the Imperial Guards (specially dispatched by Emperor Qing to demonstrate imperial favor), followed closely by the personal guards of Prince Qin's residence. Behind them was the seemingly endless procession of dowry items. Chests adorned with bright red "double happiness" characters—treasures, silks, satins, antiques, jade artifacts, and land deeds—glittered dazzlingly in the sunlight, stretching for miles and drawing gasps of amazement from passersby.
The entire main street of Kyoto was occupied by this grand wedding procession. Red silks stretched from one end of the street to the other, red lanterns were hung in front of every house, music filled the air, and wedding candies were scattered all along the way. Countless people scrambled to collect them, uttering auspicious words. The grandeur and extravagance of the scene surpassed even the grand wedding of the Crown Prince in the past.
This was not just a wedding; it was also a way for Emperor Qing to show the world his "favor" towards Ye Tian, and a direct reflection of Ye Tian's current power and status.
The grand wedding banquet at the Prince of Qin's residence.
After the elaborate wedding ceremony, the grand wedding banquet officially began at the Prince of Qin's residence.
Inside the Prince's mansion, lanterns and decorations were everywhere, and guests thronged the area. Officials from the court, noble families, and almost every prominent figure were present to offer their congratulations. However, it was impossible to know how many of them were truly sincere and how many were there out of obligation.
At the banquet, toasts were exchanged, songs and dances were performed, and a joyous and peaceful scene unfolded.
Beside him stood Ye Liuyun and Hong Sixiang. Ye Liuyun's arms were still wrapped in thick bandages, his face pale, but his eyes had regained some of the sharpness of a grandmaster. Hong Sixiang was in an even more wretched state. Although the imperial physicians had saved his life, his breath was still weak, clearly indicating severe internal injuries. At this moment, he seemed more like a decoration beside Emperor Qing, used to deter troublemakers. The presence of these two masters silently demonstrated the majesty of imperial power and also revealed Emperor Qing's inner unease.
Among the many guests, one figure stood out in particular.
Princess Li Yunrui was even more radiant and beautiful than usual today. A flowing purple dress perfectly accentuated her mature and voluptuous figure. Her hair was piled high and adorned with jewels, and her eyes exuded a languid yet captivating charm, as if she wanted to draw everyone's attention to herself.
She frequently raised her glass, gesturing to Ye Tian in the distance, her eyes filled with undisguised possessiveness and provocation.
As Ye Tian, following protocol, toasted the guests with his bride Fan Ruoruo, Li Yunrui gracefully approached, holding a wine glass.
"Tian'er, congratulations on finding your perfect match." Her voice was charming and alluring, with a hint of bitterness. "I have known you and your son for a long time, and seeing you get married today fills my heart with joy. This cup of wine is for you and your new princess. I wish you a long and happy marriage and many children."
As she spoke, she leaned closer to Ye Tian, her mature fragrance mingling with the scent of alcohol, filling his nostrils. Her captivating phoenix eyes roamed unabashedly over Ye Tian's handsome face, as if trying to devour him. As she brushed past Ye Tian and accepted his return toast, her soft fingers, unnoticed by anyone, "inadvertently" brushed against the back of his hand, sending a tingling sensation through him.
Ye Tian's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. He naturally sensed Li Yunrui's undisguised allure and provocation. This foster mother was truly becoming bolder and bolder, and increasingly inconsiderate of the occasion.
He felt helpless, but he couldn't show it in front of so many guests, so he could only drink his wine nonchalantly and then walk to the next table with Fan Ruoruo.
However, Li Yunrui did not give up. Throughout the entire banquet, her gaze never left Ye Tian.
Sometimes melancholic, sometimes passionate, and sometimes teasing. She would even take the opportunity to chat and laugh with other guests to get closer to Ye Tian from time to time, using light or heavy physical contact or suggestive words to stir his heartstrings.
Every smile, every gesture, was full of charm and allure.
Some of the male guests with weaker self-control were captivated by the sight, secretly marveling at how truly exquisite the Princess was.
Ye Tian could only smile bitterly to himself, his heart filled with helplessness. He knew Li Yunrui's personality and her twisted feelings for him. However, on his wedding day, in front of his new wife and a hall full of guests, being given such "special treatment" by his adoptive mother was a headache even for someone as composed as him.