Chapter 2: Chapter 235: The Grand Wedding That Shook Yanjing 1

The most sensational wedding in history was being talked about incessantly in Yanjing. On the same day and at the same hour, four flower carriages were carried grandly through the city of Yanjing. As the carriages passed through the city, the marketplace streets were swarmed by too many commoners looking for excitement, clogging the entire city of Yanjing so tightly that not even a drop of water could leak through.

The commoners in the marketplace watched the spectacle while discussing it fervently. Everyone was quietly spreading rumors that the current Emperor, due to his obsession with the art of immortality, no longer possessed the courage he had during the founding of the dynasty; in order to avoid war, he had sent the son of a meritorious official to marry into a foreign land, signing a shameful marriage treaty.

How pitiful was the currently renowned and battle-hardened General Linghu! He had spent his life being loyal and devoted to the country, and his pair of children had only just recovered after being ill for many years, only for his son to be sent away for a political marriage! Although marrying his daughter to the Ninth Lord was considered a form of compensation, a side consort had been appointed to marry him on the same day.

However, some commoners were also secretly speculating a different version of the legend! They said that General Linghu's son, Linghu Huori, had always been unable to practice martial arts and was as weak as a newborn, and although he had suddenly recovered recently after being treated by famous doctors, he had inexplicably become a "cut sleeve." The Emperor, they said, was merely fulfilling his desires.

Linghu Huori's martial arts had improved significantly. Such discussions reached his ears. Sitting inside a flower carriage dressed in a bright red wedding gown, he possessed a demonic and glamorous beauty in his red attire. But there was not a hint of joy on his face; his fists were clenched tight, and the veins on his forehead bulged! He abruptly tore off the red veil from his head and leaned lazily against the carriage, allowing it to carry him through the long streets of Yanjing.

He swore! The humiliation that bastard Duanmu had dealt him, he would surely return it fiercely, a hundredfold! He would definitely make him know what "the chrysanthemum is broken, and wounds are scattered all over the ground" on his wedding night! He would make him regret the consequences of provoking him, Linghu Huori.

In contrast to Linghu Huori, when Linghu Shuiyue boarded the flower carriage, her mood was joyful and sweet. Of course, that was under the assumption that she hadn't thought about the fact that another bride would be marrying the Ninth Lord, Zhu Youhong, at the same hour as her today.

Although that woman was only a side consort, because she was the daughter of the Prime Minister and was appointed to marry on the same day and at the same hour, it followed logically that they would marry simultaneously.

However, when a side consort and a primary consort marry on the same day, the primary consort enters through the main gate, while the side consort must enter through the back gate. Furthermore, during the worship of Heaven and Earth, in this era, the side consort only worships Heaven and Earth and the elders; she does not perform the mutual bow with the spouse, but must instead serve tea to the primary consort to signify her status as a side consort.

Sitting inside the flower carriage holding an apple, Linghu Shuiyue stopped thinking about this ancient marriage the moment she stepped onto the carriage.

Because she had traveled through time to a world of polygamy, a fact she could no longer change. Although she had never imagined that one day, on her wedding day, another woman would be marrying the same man as her, she still had no choice but to board the carriage.

The person more miserable than her was surely her brother, Linghu Huori! Watching her brother put on the bright red wedding gown—a dignified, powerful man marrying off like a girl—her heart was filled with a thousand different emotions. Her father watched from the side; she didn't know what he was thinking, but he must have been incredibly heartbroken.

They were all lambs to the slaughter under imperial power! A single word from that昏君 (faint-brained ruler) could decide the fate of a person's entire life! On what grounds? Simply because he was the Emperor! She heard that last night, Father had entered the palace overnight to plead with the Empress Dowager. She thought there might be a turning point, but who knew that after Father returned, he didn't say a single word, and this morning, she and her brother still boarded the flower carriages on schedule.