When Churi Huaizhu returned to her room after chatting and dealing with the old family head for quite a while, she was extremely exhausted. She slumped into a chair, her mind a blank, not knowing what she was thinking.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open by a figure in a hurry. Churi Huaizhu forced herself to lift her eyes and saw that it was Wangquan Zui who had rushed in.
Wangquan Zui had been waiting for news at home. When she saw Steward Fei leading a group of young disciples out, she guessed that Churi Huaizhu would surely come to the Wangquan Mansion later, so she waited for her arrival.
Unexpectedly, she also heard the bad news that Churi Huaizhu was going to be a concubine. For a moment, she couldn't understand and was both anxious and angry, so she came to find Churi Huaizhu.
"How could you become my elder brother's concubine! What on earth were you thinking?" Wangquan Zui sat down on a chair.
She held Churi Huaizhu's hand, but was startled: "Why have your hands become so rough recently?" Wangquan Zui gently stroked Churi Huaizhu's extremely rough hands. Originally, her hands were as delicate and smooth as jade.
"Alas." Wangquan Zui sighed. She didn't need to think to know what Churi Huaizhu had been through recently. It had been really hard on her. It was all her wooden elder brother's fault for letting her down. Thinking of this, she became even more anxious.
"Anyway, I must make my elder brother marry you as his principal wife! Why be a concubine! I'll go talk to my elder brother right now!"
"Don't." Churi Huaizhu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up and grabbed Wangquan Zui's arm as she was about to leave. Her voice was full of exhaustion.
Wangquan Zui turned back and looked at her deeply. In the past, Huaizhu had always been high - spirited, bright, cheerful and positive, gentle as water, with a sparkle in her eyes. But now, her slightly long bangs covered her eyes, and her expression was dim and unclear. The whole person exuded a sense of deathly silence, completely losing her former brightness.
It was heart - wrenching. How much more did this frail girl have to endure?
Wangquan Zui had no choice but to sit down and loosen the hand that Churi Huaizhu was clutching tightly. Due to the force, her knuckles had turned white. "In the past, I thought you were extremely wonderful, bright, sunny and positive, always warming those around you. So I strongly tried to match you with my elder brother."
Wangquan Zui patted Churi Huaizhu's hand without looking into her eyes. She murmured to herself, as if talking to herself or lost in the beautiful memories of the past.
Churi Huaizhu thought of the past and her eyes also sparkled. "It's all in the past now. We can never go back."
Wangquan Zui sighed softly. "I've seen how hard you and my elder brother have come. My elder brother used to be such a romantic and elegant figure, the strongest young swordsman. At that time, I thought he was shining all over."
Yes, in the past, Wangquan Ba Ye didn't take anyone seriously. He had extremely strong strength and spent his days carefree, roaming the mountains and rivers.
"But now, my former elder brother is gone. The light in his eyes is gone, and his sword - heart is also gone." When Wangquan Zui said this, she also felt heartache for her elder brother. They had both experienced too much.
Churi Huaizhu was flooded with memories and didn't want to say more. "You go back first. I'll come to you another day to catch up."
Seeing her like this, Wangquan Zui wiped away her tears, tidied up her appearance and went back to her room.
Churi Huaizhu sat alone in the room, feeling a sharp pain and suffocation in her heart. She pushed open the door and decided to go out for a walk. The weather was quite nice today, with birds singing and flowers blooming. Churi Huaizhu sat alone in the small garden and finally felt her mood brighten up with the sunshine.
"Hey, isn't this the young miss of the Churi family? Why are you in our Wangquan Mansion? Weren't you so high - minded before?" Liu Xiayun unexpectedly walked out from the side and approached Churi Huaizhu who was sitting alone.
"Miss Liu, don't be so sarcastic."
"Can you do it but can't I say it?" Liu Xiayun bent down slightly and looked at Churi Huaizhu's haggard face.
"How has the young miss of the Dongfang family fallen to such a state? You look like a dejected country girl who tends the fire!"
Saying this, she and the two maids following her giggled. The sound gave Churi Huaizhu a headache, and she didn't want to pay attention to her. After saying goodbye, she went back to her room.
"In your opinion, which day would be more appropriate to set the wedding date?" At the family meeting, the old family head sat in the main seat and asked the younger generation.
The young men looked at each other and whispered to discuss. Wangquan Ba Ye sat on one side with no sign of joy on his face. He didn't discuss with others, as if it wasn't his own wedding day, which made the people present unable to understand him.
"Let's set it on the ninth day of this month. It should be a lucky day." Someone put forward a suggestion.
The people present thought about it one after another. Those who could read the celestial phenomena also said that the ninth day would be a very auspicious day.
"Okay, since that's the case, the wedding will be held on the ninth day." With the old family head's order, these days were destined to be busy.
After the family meeting ended, Wangquan Zui took Churi Huaizhu to buy a wedding dress. The large clothing store was filled with all kinds of beautiful clothes, but Churi Huaizhu had no interest. Even the most beautiful clothes couldn't attract her attention at the moment.
"Shopkeeper, we're here to buy a wedding dress!" Wangquan Zui was always straightforward and never verbose. She directly told the shopkeeper what she wanted.
The shopkeeper saw that the two were dressed extraordinarily, obviously big - spending customers, so he greeted them with a smiling face.
"What style of wedding dress do you two want? Our shop has embroidered ones, jeweled ones and many others. You can choose by yourselves." The shopkeeper enthusiastically introduced his clothes and pointed to a fiery - red wedding dress inlaid with jewels and full of embroidery.
Wangquan Zui was very enthusiastic. She commented and selected one by one. "This one won't do. There are too many jewels and it will be very heavy."
"This one won't do."
"Not good."
The store was filled with Wangquan Zui's various negative comments. Finally, her eyes stopped on a wedding dress with embroidery that looked extremely good. The color was not the ordinary bright red, but a high - class satin red, exuding a sense of luxury everywhere.
"Sister Huaizhu, what do you think of this one? I think it suits my taste very well." After all, it was going to be Churi Huaizhu's wedding dress soon, so Wangquan Zui turned to ask for her opinion.
Seeing Wangquan Zui's excited look, Churi Huaizhu didn't want to dampen her enthusiasm. She forced a smile on her lips. "It's beautiful. I like it. You can decide."
Wangquan Zui nodded excitedly. "This is the one. Send it to the Wangquan Mansion later and come to the mansion to get the money."
Wangquan Zui gave the order neatly. The matter of choosing the wedding dress was finally over, and the two of them went to the Wangquan Villa together.
The ninth day came soon. Early in the morning, Churi Huaizhu was pulled up by the maids and servants to wash and dress up. She looked expressionless, without a trace of joy of about to get married, as if it wasn't her big day with Wangquan Ba Ye.
"Miss looks really beautiful." After carefully drawing her eyebrows and applying lipstick, a younger maid looked at Churi Huaizhu's face.
"The wedding dress is gone!" When Churi Huaizhu got up and was about to change clothes, she found that the wedding dress that should have been in the wardrobe had disappeared without a trace.