The huge Mansion of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery was decorated with lights and colors, but it was very quiet. The servants dared to walk on tiptoe for fear of making noise and offending their masters and being punished.
At this time in the main courtyard, a young man in wedding clothes was bidding farewell to his stepmother.
Mrs. Zhongyong held her brother's slender hand tightly with tears in her eyes: "Brother Han, we are separated today, and I don't know when we will meet again. If it weren't for the country's weak strength, we mother and son wouldn't have to suffer this separation. In the future, you must remember to protect yourself no matter what happens, and then you can take care of your husband and children and be a good mistress of the house."
The beautiful boy in a red wedding dress choked up and said, "I understand. I will remember my mother's teachings."
The wife of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery caressed Shen Yuhan's long black hair lovingly, her eyes filled with tears: "Don't let yourself suffer. Your mother has taught you everything she can. It's up to you how you will go in the future."
"Yes, I will. I will not let my mother down." Shen Yuhan nodded, and the beads on his head swayed slightly as he nodded.
"Good boy, my good boy." She didn't know why she felt unsure and panicked. The wife of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery took off a jade bracelet from her wrist. There was a gold-engraved bird in the middle of the bracelet. She put it on Shen Yuhan's wrist and said, "This was passed down to me by your grandmother. Now I pass it on to you."
"This is my mother's most precious thing." Shen Yuhan shook his head and said, "Mom, you should keep it yourself."
"They are just external possessions. You cannot bring them with you when you are born and you cannot take them with you when you die. You just need to keep them with you. The Chu State is far away and the mountains are high. Your mother cannot help you either. Just treat them as a thought." said the wife of the Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery.
"Okay." Shen Yuhan finally accepted the bracelet.
Shen Yuhan is the eldest son of Marquis Zhongyong. When he reached the age for marriage, countless matchmakers stepped into the threshold of Marquis Zhongyong's mansion, and the men who wanted to marry him ranged from dukes and princes to wealthy merchants. The line could be lined from East City to West City.
Unfortunately, Qi's national strength was declining, and it was defeated again in the battle with Chu years ago. Qi lost a city and its people were displaced. The King of Chu said that as long as they married "Qi's No. 1 Brother" Shen Yuhan into their Chu State, they could return the occupied city to Qi, and they would not attack Qi again within two years.
The old emperor's eyesight was blurry, and the power in his hands had long since fallen into the hands of the queen dowager. The State of Qi was no longer named Qi. The queen dowager, with the help of the old emperor, issued an imperial decree, sending Shen Yuhan to the State of Chu for marriage.
The Shen family sent Shen Yuhan to the bridal sedan with tears in their eyes, and Marquis Zhongyong even personally appointed a hundred guards to escort him to the wedding.
Not only the Shen family was sad, even the men who had proposed to Shen Yuhan came to the city gate to watch the wedding procession, feeling sorry that the number one daughter of Qi was going to marry into Qi. The king of Chu was a cruel old pervert, and it was a pity for Shen Yuhan's beautiful face.
It’s the time and the fate.
Shen Yuhan got into the bridal sedan. After leaving the city, she changed from the sedan to a horse-drawn carriage, which was swaying so much that it made people dizzy.
At noon on the seventh day, the wedding party was preparing to find a place to rest, but the silent mountain was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people shudder.
Suddenly, a group of people rushed out of the forest, shouting and killing at their wedding procession. The two sides started fighting, and the forest was in chaos.
Shen Yuhan clenched her palms tightly and nervously asked the maid walking outside: "Mozhu, what's going on?"
The maid screamed and shouted, "Master, a fight has started, you must not come out!"
But just as he finished speaking, his carriage suddenly started moving. The horses were frightened because they had been ambushed by the bandits and their legs had been cut by a knife, so they ran away in panic.
Shen Yuhan, who was in the carriage, had to hold on to the door edge to prevent himself from falling.
The coachman didn't know where he was, and Shen Yuhan naturally didn't know how to drive a horse. The wheel rolled over a protruding rock, and he lost his balance and hit his head on the edge of the door frame. The road ahead seemed to be getting more and more uneven, and he could only hear the sound of the door being scratched by branches and leaves. The door of the carriage was suddenly thrown open, and Shen Yuhan could hardly hold on in the bumpy ride. The horse's speed seemed to be decreasing, and when he thought he was about to be rescued, the mad horse suddenly stepped on empty air, and the horse and carriage fell off the cliff together!
Shen Yuhan, who was in pain all over, was thrown out of the carriage. Before closing his eyes, he wondered if he would not have to marry the King of Chu if he died.
A hilarious incident occurred at the Shan family banquet that just ended, which gave the upper-class men and women something new to talk about in the second half of the night.
It turned out that an unknown young man had an argument with a rich girl. The object of their argument was the fourth young master Shan Qiyun, who was born to the third wife of the Shan family.
This unknown young man mocked the rich girl who liked Shan Qiyun, saying that she was not as good as herself. The rich girl couldn't stand his smug and annoying face, so the two started fighting. Of course, girls fight mainly by pulling hair and scratching faces. The young man, who was no match for the rich girl in high heels, accidentally fell into the swimming pool!
The guests all thought that the young man could swim, but it took him a long time before someone went down to rescue him. If it had been five minutes later, he would probably have died.
The host of the banquet immediately called an ambulance and sent the man to the hospital, where he was saved and no one died.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially the rich girl who was pulling the hairpin with the young man.
Liu Tan, who witnessed all this from the balcony on the second floor, looked at Shan Qihuan beside him and said, "Your fiancé almost drowned, why didn't you react at all?"
Shan Qihuan glanced at his friend and asked, "What kind of reaction do you want me to have? Tears of pain, sobbing, or suicidal?"
No one knew that Mr. Shen couldn't swim.
Liu Tan asked him with interest: "He likes your brother Qiyun, don't you mind?"
Shan Qihuan put down his wine glass: "He was forced upon me by the old man. Why should I mind? We will definitely live our own lives in the future. I am just a tool for the old man to repay his kindness."
Because he is neither the oldest nor the youngest, he becomes a tool.
When Shen Yuhan woke up, he felt his throat was dry and uncomfortable, and his whole body was in pain. His consciousness gradually returned, and he slowly opened his dry eyes. All he saw was white, and he smelled a strange smell that he had never smelled before, which was pungent and unpleasant.
Someone asked him how he felt and even lifted his eyelids. Everything here felt so strange!
The person who lifted his eyelids just now was a young man with short hair and wearing a white robe. Men, like boys and girls, are not allowed to touch each other, so how could he touch his eyelids
He seems used to it, like a doctor
Where is this? Isn't he dead? Who are they
Shen Yuhan's mind was in a state of confusion, even more panicked than when he accepted the fact that he was about to marry a tyrant king.
After watching these people walking around and temporarily realizing that they had no ill will towards him, he calmed down and his ears gradually began to hear their voices.
He was lying on a bed that was all white from the quilt cover to the bedspread. The woman sitting in front of him was a woman with her hair tied up in a bun. She had delicate makeup, vermilion lip balm, and was wearing a thin dress that fit her body very well.
In Shen Yuhan's eyes, the woman's outfit was too revealing, but in their Qi State women had a high status, and it was not uncommon for them to be seen on the street. On the contrary, his brothers dressed more conservatively.
Everything here was something he had never seen before. The woman's attire was probably a characteristic of this place and was reasonable.
Shen Yuhan has met quite a few people, and he can tell that other people look at him with dissatisfaction.
When Shen Yuhan was guessing the other party's identity, the woman said with some reproach: "Yuhan, you are going to marry Qihuan in a few days, so you should pay attention to your image. Your uncle Shan said that from today on, you should stay in the villa for a while, and you can do whatever you want after you marry Qihuan. Look, your face has been scratched, why bother? You should know what belongs to you and what does not belong to you."
She is Shan Tianfeng’s third wife Duan Qiuhui.
Shen Yuhan followed her words and touched his face. Sure enough, there was an unknown bulge on his chin. It hurt when he pressed it lightly. Was his face injured
Duan Qiuhui said: "The nurse applied some medicine on you. This little wound won't leave a scar. It will heal in a few days. You'd better not pick at it."
Shen Yuhan put down his hands. From childhood to adulthood, he had never had a scar on his face.
He was a little confused at this moment. Did he fall off the cliff and be rescued
Duan Qiuhui had some impatience in her eyes, but she still tried to maintain her image: "If everything is fine, I will take you back to the villa now."
Shen Yuhan was able to get up, but he felt a little sore in his body, but he was generally fine.
The woman was accompanied by a woman in her forties, whom he guessed was her maid.
After the woman took him to a cart that was operated by a person and did not require a horse to pull it, she ignored him.
Shen Yuhan sat quietly in his seat, looking out the window, his heart already filled with turmoil. This unfamiliar place made him feel at a loss as to what to do.
They took him from one strange place to another strange place, and this place in front of him could be called a residence.
It was a very small room, divided into three floors. The exterior structure was unique and the furnishings inside were extremely gorgeous, seeming to be very much like Western things, but they were saying the same thing as themselves, where exactly was this place
Duan Qiuhui didn't hear Shen Yuhan talking the whole way and thought he was frightened by the drowning incident last night.
"Live well and reflect on your behavior. Stay here for the time being and prepare for the wedding next week. Sister Jiao will stay and take care of your daily life for this week."
Shen Yuhan tried hard to imitate the other person's accent: "Wedding?"
Duan Qiuhui finally revealed her purpose: "Why, do you really want to marry Qiyun, Yuhan? Your uncle Shan is willing to take care of you out of kindness, but my Qiyun is not someone you can marry. He will marry a lady of equal status in the future. Qihuan is not bad either, you should live a good life together after you get married."
She was called over by Shan Tianfeng to help, and her selfish motive was to dispel Shen Yuhan's thoughts about his son. Shen Yuhan was just a poor boy, a prodigal son, who was far different from her son. She wanted to prevent Shen Yuhan from proposing to Shan Tianfeng that she wanted to marry Qiyun, so as not to delay her son's future.
After listening to the woman's words, Shen Yuhan calmed down a lot. He could hear two key points in her words. One was that the woman had a lot of opinions about him and didn't want him to have any contact with her son. She came to warn him; the other was that he already had a fiancé and was going to get married in a few days.
When he warned Shen Yuhan before, he obviously didn't take it seriously and his attitude was very arrogant, but today Shen Yuhan didn't refute a word. Duan Qiuhui just thought he had heard it, snorted coldly and left.
After Sister Jiao sent her out, she stayed in the villa.
Although this is a villa area, it is a newly developed area and has just been opened for occupancy. It is very inconvenient to go out without transportation, and even getting a taxi is difficult. Duan Qiuhui specially sent Shen Yuhan here to isolate him from the world. She didn't even leave him a cell phone, only saying that his cell phone was broken by being soaked in water yesterday.
But now Shen Yuhan doesn’t even know what a mobile phone is.
After Duan Qiuhui left, he sat on the sofa and said to Jiao Jie, who was sent by Duan Qiuhui to monitor him, "Go and turn on the water for me. I want to take a bath."
Sister Jiao raised her chin very high: "What are you talking about?"
Shen Yuhan glanced at her calmly: "Aren't you here to serve me?"
Thinking that Shen Yuhan was angry with the Third Madam and took it out on her, Sister Jiao was so angry that she was shaking all over and said in a bad tone: "How difficult is it to let go? Can't you let go yourself?"
Do monitoring and serving mean the same thing
Shen Yuhan put his hands on his legs, looking at his ugly fingers. He turned over his palms and found some yellowing between the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He smelled it and found a certain smell. He had only smelled this smell on an old craftsman who smoked opium, but he was just passing by at that time and did not like the smell of tobacco very much.
This is not his hand.
His hands don't smell like smoke, nor are they so rough that they feel uncomfortable to touch.
Sister Jiao felt the pressure invisibly and thought to herself that she was too lazy to argue with him!
Shen Yuhan added: "Prepare clothes for me."
Sister Jiao walked faster.
Only then did Shen Yuhan slowly follow her upstairs.
After the water was ready, Sister Jiao called Shen Yuhan in to take a bath. Although she was angry, she still had to do the work.
There was a mirror on the sink in the bathroom, and Shen Yuhan could see his own face clearly.
He was startled by the person in the mirror. He looked almost the same as him, but also very different. He had short hair that was half black and half yellow just behind his ears, his skin was dull, and there was light black under his eyes. He looked like he had not had a good rest for years. There was a scabbed scar on his chin, which must have been caused by scratches in a fight. He wore three black earrings on his left ear, four silver earrings on his right ear, and a thick gold chain around his neck.
It felt awkward no matter how he looked at it. It was hard to describe what kind of image it was. Shen Yuhan closed his mouth which was slightly open in surprise, and took off the cumbersome ornaments on his ears and neck one by one. They really did not suit his preferences.
Shen Yuhan soaked in the bathtub. He saw how Sister Jiao used the switches in the bathroom. He followed her and learned how to open and close them. He marveled at the magic of this world.
On the small shelf next to him were bottles and jars, some for shampooing hair and body. He learned quickly by analogy, and there were instructions, rinsing off the foam on his body before getting up.
After drying my hair, I put on the clothes prepared by Sister Jiao.
The clothes inside and outside were very simple, a set of gray and white casual clothes. There was no question of being revealing. Shen Yuhan put them on after thinking about it for a while. It was not difficult.
He stood in front of the mirror, unzipped his collar, and looked at his collarbone. There was a mole there that was not too red, exactly the same as his cinnabar mole. He was still a man who was going to get married.