Chapter 8: Sent to the Bridal Chamber

The bride has entered the manor, but since the groom is not at the residence, how can they perform the wedding ceremony? Having received orders from Consort Dowager Yi, Granny Wang sent her directly to the bridal chamber.

"Is she truly that beautiful?" Consort Dowager Yi asked with a face full of suspicion.

"Your Highness, your servant saw her with her own eyes; it is absolutely true! I don't know how those rumors outside were spread, turning such a great beauty into a plain woman!"

"Impossible!" Consort Dowager Yi sat up straight and said seriously, "I saw her when she was a child; she had a large scar on her right cheek!"

"Your Highness, you will see for yourself when the bride comes to pay her respects tomorrow. How would your servant dare to deceive you? The Han family's medical skills are extraordinary; perhaps they have treated it." Granny Wang could only explain it this way.

Consort Dowager Yi waved her hand impatiently, gave her a few coins as a reward, and dismissed Granny Wang.

"Mother, this is a joyous occasion. It is fine if she is beautiful. If we don't let her in today, the reputation of our Prince Qin's manor will be completely ruined. Although the Empress Dowager forced this upon Brother, as long as it doesn't bring us shame, it is fine," Murong Wanru said joyfully.

Consort Dowager Yi had originally felt somewhat gratified by Han Yunxi's beauty, but upon hearing the words "forced by the Empress Dowager," she became unhappy again. She said coldly, "The Empress Dowager forced the woman of her great benefactor upon my son; if this isn't an insult, what is? No matter how beautiful she is, what use is it?"

Murong Wanru sighed helplessly, "Sigh, if her mother hadn't saved the Empress Dowager back then, now..."

Murong Wanru did not continue, but even an idiot knew that if things had been different back then, even the current Emperor's fate might not be the same.

Because Han Yunxi's mother had saved the Empress Dowager's life, the fate of an entire generation had changed.

"Enough, enough. This Palace does not care for that position. I am satisfied as long as I have Fei Ye. You may leave as well," Consort Dowager Yi said indifferently, rubbing her brow.

"Yes, Wanru spoke too much." Murong Wanru obediently withdrew. As soon as she stepped out, she headed toward Prince Qin's Furong Court, but she ultimately stopped at the entrance.

She knew very well that this was Long Feiye's private domain. He hated people entering this place casually, and even his sworn sister was no exception.

Yet, now Han Yunxi was moving in quite openly with the status of the primary consort.

Thinking of this, Murong Wanru could not help but clench her fists. She thought that as long as Long Feiye returned, Han Yunxi would surely be driven out.

How could Han Yunxi know the significance of Furong Court? At this moment, she was sitting on the bed. After waiting for a long time and seeing that not a single person had come, she boldly lifted the bridal veil, stood up, and gave a large stretch. She even went so far as to take off the heavy phoenix crown; for a moment, she felt as if a great burden had been lifted, and she felt much more relaxed.

The first thing she wanted to do, of course, was to look in a mirror. She really didn't know what she looked like to make those people outside exaggerate things so much. She also didn't know that the malicious person who had sent a hidden projectile to harm her had inadvertently made her look stunning.

The malicious person must be very depressed right now, right? In a good mood, Han Yunxi sat down casually in front of the mirror, only to be stunned by her own reflection.

The face in the mirror bore a resemblance to her original appearance, but the skin, face shape, and features were all far superior to her previous self. The original host's beauty combined with Han Yunxi's own charm truly possessed both inner and outer grace—she was breathtakingly beautiful!

Han Yunxi lightly touched her right cheek; the original scar had left not even a trace, as if it had never existed.

She thought that this face was at least worthy of Prince Qin. That fellow hadn't shown his face to this day; heaven knows what he looks like.

Getting up to walk around, she discovered that this room was unusually large. The bedroom was not the entirety of the room; there were no doors, only thick hanging curtains separating it. Beyond the curtains was an even larger space; to the right was an indoor hot spring pool, and to the left was a study.

Ahead was a deep and wide corridor with two rows of tall columns and heavy curtains leading straight to the main entrance. To be precise, this was not just a bedroom, but a palace chamber.

"Extravagant!" Han Yunxi wandered around, and by the time she returned, her legs felt sore.

Don't large households always have many servants? This room was so big, yet she hadn't seen a single shadow of a person; there wasn't even anyone to question. It was truly strange.

Han Yunxi sat back on the couch, wondering if the groom would return tonight.