The Eldest Daughter of a Rural Family-Chapter 1219 - 282: The Secret of Death_2

People of Capital Jingcheng all knew Princess Xiyun was stunningly beautiful, and many ladies who came to congratulate crowded into the bridal chamber to catch a glimpse of the bride.

When the veil lifted, a chorus of amazed exclamations ensued, full of praise and admiration.

Even though Princess Xiyun was quite accustomed to flattery, she couldn’t help but blush. She looked up at the person before her—Pei Wendong’s gaze shone brightly as it fixed on her, which made her face grow hotter, and then she thought about how he had played the hero to save Xie Yi earlier. Now gazing at her with such intent, as if moved by lust, she gave him a secret glare.

Pei Wendong was stunned for a moment, then seeing her little gesture, couldn’t help but smile.

Princess Xiyun’s gaze wavered for a moment, then she quickly cast her eyes down, no longer looking at him.

"The top scholar and the princess really share a deep and abiding love! Even their glances are laden with tenderness, so clingy and sticky," the matron of honor teased with a smile.

Pei Wendong’s cheeks also reddened, Xiao Xiyun was indeed very beautiful. In her bridal makeup, she was even more breathtaking.

The crowd too started to laugh. They praised the couple, saying they were a match of matched talents and natural destiny, a perfect pair!

Xie Yi stood in the small courtyard, the wind carried over the noisy sounds from next door, as if every one of those praises and the joyful atmosphere were floating over, mocking her shamelessness and unfaithfulness, delighting in her tragic fate.

Qing Ju, too, had run over to get some reward money, wedding pastries, and sweets, and a young maid had even delivered to her some dishes she liked.

"These are signature dishes from the banquet. A lot of people came; they say they set out over a hundred tables, such a lively event! The gifts that were sent filled up a storage room! And there’s Princess Xiyun’s dowry—124 carries of dowries, the gold, silver, and jade inside could blind you! Princess Anping also gave two additional Tian Zhuang to the princess, totaling several thousand acres of land!" The young maid relayed the news she had gathered to Qing Ju and others.

The group chittered about the generosity of the Anping Prince Mansion in marrying off a daughter, the fact that Anping Prince had been Crown Prince, how Princess Xiyun was almost a princess, and that by marrying her, Pei Wendong was now Sir Junma, and so on!

Xie Yi clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her flesh, her lips turning purple with hate. She now held nothing but venom towards Pei Wendong! All that should have been hers! It was the marriage promise given to her! If they hadn’t despised and trampled upon her and her brother, humiliating them until they had no way out, she would now be the virtuous and virtuous wife of the top scholar!

Qing Ju glanced at her coldly, pressing her lips together, and told the young maid to help her eat first. To cling to Young Master Pei was a stroke of luck brought from three lifetimes of good deeds, yet she still coveted glory and wealth, repaying kindness with ingratitude—she was truly courting death!

The Zheng family also crowded over, saying they had brought gifts to congratulate, as if behaving like relatives. They were directly chased by mansion soldiers into a crowd of beggars.

These beggars were people who came to scrounge some leftover food and drink whenever there was a wedding or other festive event to supplement their meager means.

Second Old Master Zheng’s face turned an iron blue with anger, while Second Madam Zheng wanted to cause a scene but was driven away by those beggars.

"If only I had known that Pei Wendong would become a top scholar, letting Yue Huan follow him would have secured a lifetime of prosperity!" Second Old Master Zheng gazed at the extravagance, filled with both regret and lament.

Regardless of what outsiders were saying, Pei Wendong had now married his bride.

"I’ve finally completed my task!" Pei Qin, who had been busy all day, lay on the bed gasping for breath, her cheeks aching from smiling.

"Get up and take a bath, I’ll give you a massage," Mo Heng urged her.

Pei Qin wriggled her body, "I don’t want to move!"

Mo Heng scooped her up and carried her into the bathing room—today’s medicinal bath had yet to be enjoyed.

Those who had sneaked off to eavesdrop were sitting in the bathtub, nearly falling asleep.

Although Pei Wendong was from ancient times, he had grown up under Pei Qin’s strict teachings; marrying a wife meant spending a lifetime with her, and intimacy was meant to only occur between husband and wife. His uncle Fang Fu, as an elder, had taught him bedroom arts, and Pei Wendong thought he knew them.

Having a completely knowledgeable and steady demeanor, he drank crossed-cupped wine with Xiyun, washed up, then laid down to rest.

But after lying there for a long time, he didn’t make a move.

Xiyun turned to look at him, her eyes wide, "Are you still thinking about that Xie Yi? Do you want me to call her over to serve you!?"

Pei Wendong’s face darkened, "What are you talking about! I explained everything to you before I married you, I will be devoted to you with all my heart for a lifetime. There will be no one else!"

Xiyun gripped her fists, scoffing coldly, "It seems you miss her dearly!" Tomorrow, they would certainly check the Yuanpa Cloth, but Pei Wendong hadn’t touched her even though they had shared a bed in the bridal chamber, and he was still thinking about that slut Xie Yi! Was she supposed to become a laughing stock!?

Pei Wendong reached out to hold her hand, watching her clench her fists, he turned over to face her, her angry expression so vivid it made his heart pound, he then lowered his head and kissed her cheek.