Chapter 3: I'm Not Leaving, Sis is Not to Be Messed With

At first, there was a moment of silence, followed by bursts of loud laughter.

This would probably go down in the history of the Tianning Kingdom; asking the bride to come back tomorrow was truly unprecedented!

The onlookers were laughing so hard they were doubled over, and even many in the wedding procession couldn't help but burst into laughter. It was a first for anyone to encounter such a thing.

Inside the bridal sedan, the composed Han Yunxi finally slowly narrowed her eyes. The Prince Qin's Mansion was going too far!

Matchmaker Wang slunk back, sighing heavily. "Oh dear, what bad luck. I've been a matchmaker for so many years, and I've never seen anything like this! Let's go, let's go, hurry back!"

However, just as the sedan bearers were about to lift the sedan again, Han Yunxi let out a sharp command, "Wait!"

Uh...

Who spoke?

Everyone stopped and looked around, but they couldn't find the speaker.

"Granny Wang, please go and ask what time tomorrow?" Han Yunxi spoke again. Her tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable authority. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was heard clearly by everyone nearby.

For a moment, everyone looked at the bridal sedan in disbelief. Was that really Han Yunxi speaking? In this situation, shouldn't she be crying secretly? How could she dare to speak, and so loudly at that?

"Granny Wang, what are you standing there for? Do you want this young lady to hold you accountable for leading us the wrong way?" Han Yunxi suddenly spoke sharply.

Granny Wang was caught off guard and was startled! Leading them the wrong way was something the Grand Consort had instructed, so the Prince Qin's Mansion naturally wouldn't hold her accountable. However, if the Han family truly pursued the matter, she would be in deep trouble, and the Grand Consort wouldn't be able to protect her then.

How had this Han Yunxi suddenly become so formidable?

Granny Wang didn't have time to think about it and hurriedly responded, "Yes, yes! Young lady, please wait a moment."

*Knock, knock, knock!* This time, the knocking on the door was not gentle.

It was the side door opened by that same old gatekeeper. "What is it? Didn't you hear? We were told to come back tomorrow."

"The bride is asking what time tomorrow! Please report this to the Grand Consort," Granny Wang pleaded politely.

The old gatekeeper was surprised; this bride was quite interesting. "Wait there."

In the pavilion of the Prince's Mansion's back garden, Grand Consort Yi was playing mahjong with several titled ladies, completely unconcerned about the matter of taking a daughter-in-law.

After the Emperor took personal control of the government, the Grand Consorts left by the late Emperor had either died or were tending to imperial tombs. Only Grand Consort Yi held her status through her son, so no one dared touch her; even the Empress Dowager showed her a degree of respect. Three years ago, finding the Imperial Palace too stifling, she had moved to the Prince's Mansion to live with her son.

A maid approached with a hunched back, lowering her head to whisper in her ear, "Mistress, the bride is asking what time tomorrow?"

Grand Consort Yi's hand froze mid-play. She turned her head to look. "Who said what?"

"The... the bride," the maid answered in a low voice.

"Quite the nerve!" Grand Consort Yi was puzzled, but being busy with her game, she didn't take it to heart and casually remarked, "Still the hour of Si."

So what if the time was clarified? Even if they came tomorrow, she would still make her late.

"The hour of Si," Matchmaker Wang brought the message back to the bridal sedan.

To everyone's surprise, Han Yunxi coldly replied with three words, "Wait here."

Many people nearby realized that something was amiss with this Miss Han, but Matchmaker Wang was still clueless, shouting, "What?"

"The bride can't be like this! We can't just block someone's door, can we? People will laugh at us. No, no, that's not right! Who waits for a wedding at someone's front gate?"

"Wasn't it you who said not to turn back on the path you've taken? What, are you trying to curse me to be divorced and sent back to my maiden home?" Han Yunxi questioned coldly.

Wasn't that exactly what Matchmaker Wang had just said? Matchmaker Wang was speechless.

"Those who cannot wait may leave. If you return to the Han family and cannot collect your wages, don't come looking for me," Han Yunxi kindly reminded them.

The crowd looked at one another, increasingly feeling that the bride was formidable. No one dared to leave; they could only sit down on the spot and wait along with the bride.

Seeing this, Matchmaker Wang, unable to act alone, could only sit down by the side of the sedan. She couldn't help but want to lift the curtain to catch a glimpse of the bride's appearance. Was she truly as hideous and timid as the legends said? Or had the person been swapped?

After hesitating for a moment, Matchmaker Wang timidly reached out her hand...