GTB Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Seeing Her Off

Chapter 65: Seeing Her Off

On the other side, Song Fuge quickly left Misty Valley and immediately bought a fast horse in a nearby town, galloping all the way towards the Kyoto Imperial City.

His heart was burning with anxiety, and he dared not imagine how the little girl would think of him after he had disappeared for so long. What worried him even more was whether the little girl had returned safely after he failed to keep their appointment that night.

He hadn’t dared to think about these things in detail before, because as soon as he thought about them, his chest would feel panicked and breathless.

“Giddy up…” Song Fuge cracked his whip again, and the horse under him, which had gradually slowed down due to fatigue, instantly accelerated. Finally, as the sun began to set in the west, he entered the gate of Kyoto City and sped towards the Jiang residence.

However, the long ceremonial wedding procession in front of the Jiang residence came into Song Fuge’s view from afar, slowly approaching him.

Especially the magnificent red bridal sedan, which stabbed his pupils, suddenly shrinking them, and his whole body froze on horseback.

Song Fuge, who had been traveling continuously for seven or eight hours, was probably so stimulated that he forgot to breathe, and suddenly felt a dizziness in front of his eyes.

He quickly steadied himself, dismounted, and walked slowly forward.

The distance between the two became closer and closer, but one was sitting in the sedan in a red wedding dress, and the other was standing in the crowd in black.

The bridal sedan in front of him, the crowded pedestrians, and the wedding procession were like an insurmountable chasm, preventing him from getting any closer.

He looked at Shí Yan, sitting high on his horse in front of the sedan, wearing a flamboyant red wedding outfit. A bitter feeling spread in his heart. Had his Jiu Chu become someone else’s bride, no longer belonging to him?

A gentle breeze passed by, and the veils on both sides of the red bridal sedan swayed gently, revealing a vague figure inside the sedan.

Song Fuge’s throat rolled, and he couldn’t help but his eyes reddened.

The wedding procession moved at a uniform pace in the setting sun. The maids on both sides of the sedan carried bamboo baskets and scattered flower petals and copper coins, attracting cheers and followers from the people.

Song Fuge mingled in the crowd, walking alongside the red bridal sedan, but his emotions were different from those around him.

Inside the sedan, Jiang Jiuchu was looking down, fiddling with the mandarin duck pattern on the handkerchief in her hand, praying in her heart, “Brother Fu, if you really encountered something difficult, I hope God will bless you to be safe.”

If… if he temporarily changed his mind, then she wouldn’t blame him, but she was getting married today, did Brother Fu know? He should know, right!

Thinking of this, Jiang Jiuchu lifted the veil on her head and looked out through the thin window screen. However, that faint hope did not materialize. There was no familiar figure in the slightly blurred crowd outside the veil.

She turned her head and looked at the other side without hope, but a black figure stood out conspicuously in the crowd. She paused instantly and immediately picked up the car window curtain without thinking.

In an instant, four eyes met, and various emotions intertwined between the two. Suddenly, a burst of exclamations rang out in the crowd, startling Jiang Jiuchu back to her senses, and she quickly put down the curtain.

Shí Yan, sitting on horseback, turned his head to look at the bridal sedan behind him because of the brief exclamation, but found nothing unusual.

But as he turned his head back, he noticed Song Fuge in the crowd.

Song Fuge quickly lowered his head, and his pace slowed down, allowing the people behind him to walk in front of him.

Shí Yan’s eyes paused for a moment, then he withdrew his gaze and continued to look forward.

Among the people surrounding him on both sides, there were many women. They had never seen such a handsome groom. He was as handsome as a god on high, and a single glance made them feel fortunate in this life.

Sitting in the sedan, Jiang Jiuchu still tilted her head, looking at the black figure at the back of the crowd. Brother Fu had actually come to see her off.

Seeing Song Fuge following her sedan all the time, Jiang Jiuchu’s tears instantly fell. She didn’t know whether she should be happy or not?

But when she thought about it, compared to something happening to him, she would rather Brother Fu go back on his word and break their appointment.

Handfuls of fresh flowers were sprinkled upwards, and handfuls of copper coins were thrown into the crowd. The procession passed through the bustling streets, and as half of the setting sun fell, approaching dusk, the wedding procession gradually arrived in front of the Seventh Prince’s residence.

The sixteen-carried golden phoenix sedan chair landed slowly in front of the main entrance of the Seventh Prince’s residence with the wedding matron’s cry of “Lower the sedan!”

Jiang Jiuchu quickly put on her veil and stuffed the slightly wet handkerchief in her sleeve.

The wedding matron’s voice came from outside the sedan again, “The groom kicks the sedan.” Then her sedan door was gently kicked twice.

The wedding matron lifted the curtain while smiling and said, “Oh! Seventh Highness kicks the sedan door so gently, he must be very fond of the royal bride in the future.”

Jiang Jiuchu lowered her head and was about to bend down to get out of the sedan when a slender, fair hand stretched out under her veil. She paused, then placed her hand in the man’s palm.

Shí Yan led her out of the sedan and released her hand, placing the red silk ribbon in Jiang Jiuchu’s hand.

Seeing this, the wedding matron quickly scattered a handful of bean grains and sang again, “Bean grains are scattered all over the ground, evil spirits are kept far away, the bride enters the mansion gate, auspiciousness fills the house.”

Jiang Jiuchu held the red silk ribbon, looking down at her feet, following the lead of the red silk, crossed the brazier, and entered the mansion gate.

In the front hall, the seats were already full of guests. The Emperor and Empress Dowager were sitting at the head, looking at the couple approaching with smiles on their faces.

“Bow to heaven and earth, bow to your parents, husband and wife bow to each other.” Under the wedding matron’s high-pitched singing, the two completed the final bow.

As the wedding matron shouted the last sentence, “Sent to the bridal chamber,” Jiang Jiuchu was led away from the hall by the red silk.

The sky was a little dim, and the line of sight under the veil was limited. Jiang Jiuchu didn’t know which places she had passed. More than half a quarter of an hour later, she entered a courtyard.

Her sense of smell was very sensitive, and she could smell the scent of peach blossoms and bamboo in the courtyard.

After entering the room, the mahogany floor under her feet made her eyes freeze. She thought to herself, “As expected of a prince, even the ground is paved with mahogany.”

Shí Yan led her to sit in front of the couch, then said, “There is food on the table. If you are hungry, eat some. You don’t need to be restrained.”

After he finished speaking, he turned and left the room, feeling somewhat that he had said too much. After all, with her personality, she wouldn’t sit quietly and wait for him.

Seeing Shí Yan leave, Greenery at the door quickly said to Greenery beside her, “You watch at the door, I’ll go in and see the young lady.”

As she spoke, she pushed open the door and entered the room. As soon as she entered, she saw Jiang Jiuchu wiping the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief.

“Miss, you must not cry, it’s very unlucky. If Seventh Highness finds out, it will be very bad.”

She naturally knew why her young lady was crying? Because she also saw Master Fu in the crowd, and he followed them all the way to the front of the Seventh Prince’s residence before turning away.

If she didn’t know that Master Fu had broken his promise to the young lady, she would have a kind of illusion that the back of his body when he turned around was filled with endless loneliness and pain.

“Yeah, I know. I just miss my parents and brother.” Jiang Jiuchu said, handing the red handkerchief to Greenery, “Give me a new one.”

Greenery took the crumpled and tear-stained handkerchief, went to the box on the side, took out a clean handkerchief from it, and handed it to Jiang Jiuchu.

Then she pointed to the box placed on the side and said, “This servant will help you put these clothes in the closet!”

Jiang Jiuchu looked at the wardrobe on the side, “Open it and see if there’s any room. If there is, then put them in. If there isn’t, then don’t bother. It’s the same whether they’re in the box or not.”