Chapter 281: Chapter 224: Xueyan Finally Gets Married

So this is how it is, Yang Family couldn’t help but laugh, sighing inwardly, what a fool.

She deliberately asked, “Do you think I’m unwilling, hence saying this marriage contract is fake?”

“I just can’t understand, that’s why I came to ask.” Yan Zhen’s tone carried a hint of urgency and confusion.

Yang Family shook her head silently, pondering to herself, if I truly thought that way, I’d simply refuse outright, why would I keep this marriage contract?

She patiently explained, “I just feel that your signature and mine are identical, reminding me of the times we practiced writing and martial arts together, making this marriage contract significant, worth preserving.

After all, husband and wife are one; what’s the harm in you signing and me signing? It’s not as complicated and chaotic as you think.”

Yan Zhen’s eyes suddenly brightened, a gleam of joy: “Really?”

Yang Family nodded gently, her expression tender and determined: “Of course it’s true. Honestly, without you, I’d never choose a husband.

I’ve long been accustomed to this lifestyle, unwilling for it to be easily disrupted. It’s the fifth sister-in-law who gave me the courage, and Ruoxi, she’s perhaps the best sister-in-law in this world.

She’s faced everyone’s accusations, thinking only of us. In the future let’s live well, I’ll listen to you, at least not let anyone freely speak ill of the Shen Family.”

“Rest assured!” Yan Zhen responded softly, his tone full of care and responsibility.

At this moment, outside was pitch black as ink, and inside the room, the lights were dim; Yang Family’s face appeared somewhat hazy in the shadows, yet added even more allure.

Earlier, thinking of those troubles, Yan Zhen had not noticed, but now, he felt a dry mouth, his heart surged.

The prolonged silence made the atmosphere inside the room slightly awkward; Yang Family gently coughed to break the stillness: “Alright, since you know the reason, you better hurry back, I must prepare for the numerous matters of the wedding.”

Yan Zhen was unwilling to leave; after this meeting, the next would be on the wedding day, which was still twenty days away.

He was eager to marry her, and this chance meeting, how could he leave so easily?

“Shu, may I sit for a while?” Yan Zhen’s voice carried a hint of pleading, his cautious manner naturally eliciting pity.

Seeing him like this, Yang Family’s heart softened, she replied, “Alright.”

However, the room once again fell into silence. Yang Family bowed her head, whispering, “If you have something to say, just speak, why sit idly?”

Yan Zhen felt himself burning with warmth; naturally, countless words he wanted to pour out to her.

During such a night, sitting by the person he has always cherished, his emotions surged like a tide; he suddenly found it hard to contain.

“Shu,” he slowly leaned closer, his voice deep and full of affection.

Yang Family, a widow for many years, felt her heart leap at this moment, gently pushed him, and admonished: “Don’t come so close.”

Yan Zhen dared not be presumptuous, cautiously distanced himself a bit, and sat down at her bedside.

His hands unknowingly grew cold with sweat from nervousness, desperately wanting to find a topic to break the somewhat awkward silence, but his mind seemed to turn to mush, thoughts in chaos.

Deep down, he desperately wanted to be near her, to carefully look at her, yet was afraid his actions might abruptly disturb her.

He finally reconciled with her, and this hard-earned opportunity made him cherish it even more.

After all, they had been separated for over ten years, time passed, things changed, at this moment, his nerves were on edge.

And Yang Family too felt uncomfortably warm, having such a tall man sitting by her bed, how could she remain composed?

Both wrestled with their minds for a topic; Yan Zhen’s slightly trembling fingers stealthily reached over, gently hooking her hand.

Yang Family initially wanted to say, not married yet, but feeling his whole body tense, seemingly more nervous than herself, even sweat beading on his forehead, her heart softened, she gently placed her hand over his.

The moment their hands intertwined, both bodies stiffened.

Yan Zhen, seeing she was not angry but instead took his hand, was overwhelmed with excitement.

He wanted to say something, yet seemed to have a blocked throat, not a word came out, he could only stare at her.

Looking at him, flushed and gazing at her, his eyes filled with passion, Yang Family lowered her voice and said: “Yan Zhen, in the future, we’ll be good together, I might…”

Halfway through the sentence, Yang Family suddenly stopped.

After all, she once married, now looking back, everything had changed, was no longer the same; this relationship was not as pure as it once was.

It is precisely because of this that she feels she owes Yan Zhen something.

Yan Zhen, however, let out a gentle, amused laugh. Both of them were extremely clever individuals; how could he not understand her thoughts?

He clasped her hand in return, his tone firm yet tender. “Actually, as people grow older, there aren’t as many romantic notions anymore; there’s just more of a sense of responsibility.

Don’t worry, I won’t put any pressure on you. We’ll just live our lives peacefully.”

Yang Family couldn’t help but remember what Shen Ruoxi used to say, still harboring doubts in her heart. “Can we really live peacefully?”

“Of course! I’m merely a rough man; there are plenty of people more capable than me in this world.

In a lifetime, through seasons, one ought to do something they truly want and live the life they genuinely desire.

No need to fear, the Emperor is still the Emperor. But if he really has any bad intentions, we absolutely won’t sit idly by and be at anyone’s mercy.”

Yan Zhen’s words were vague, but Yang Family instantly understood, nodding slightly, “Understood, don’t provoke trouble nor fear trouble.”

Yan Zhen felt relieved, as the person he was concerned for had never changed.

However, he did not want to add any pressure to her, so he said those words.

The night grew deeper.

Yang Family couldn’t help but yawn; even though Yan Zhen was reluctant to leave, this moment compelled him to depart. With eyes filled with reluctance, he softly said, “I have to go.”

Yang Family nodded slightly, warmly advising, “Be careful, if you encounter the mansion guards reveal your identity, go now!”

Yan Zhen acknowledged, then carefully looked at her for a while before slowly rising and quietly leaving through the window.

The night wind roared; as the window opened, a cold gust rushed in, and Yang Family couldn’t help but shiver.

In the brief moment she was lost in thought, the window was promptly shut by Yan Zhen.

She was momentarily stunned, but her lips inexplicably curled into a smile.

Once on the bed, Yang Family’s thoughts involuntarily drifted back to the moments she shared with him.

Those past days seemed somewhat distant, yet at this moment, they unfolded like a painting in her mind.

Each moment in her memories warmed her heart and gave her solace.

Yan Zhen and Yang Family’s wedding is scheduled for the ninth of next month.

On the other side, Mi Yi and Xueyan are also embracing their joyous day.

Seeing Xueyan’s eyes reddened, filled with reluctance, Chuntao and Xia Lian also shed tears.

Although the time spent with Xueyan was not long, she took care of them like an elder sister.

Xueyan always managed the lady’s many affairs with meticulous thoughtfulness; she treated Chuntao and Xia Lian exceedingly well. Now that she was leaving, how can one not feel immensely reluctant?

Chuntao’s temperament was always fiery; thinking of Mi Yi’s towering, rugged look, she felt it’s not worth it for Xueyan.

Xueyan’s gentle and soft nature made her wonder if she’d suffer at Mi Yi’s hands in the future.

“Miss, I’m leaving now.” Xueyan did not address her as Princess Consort, instead calling her Miss as she had always done.

At this moment, the bridal sedan had arrived, and Xueyan’s tears finally burst forth.

Shen Ruoxi couldn’t hold it in either, saying with reddened eyes, “Your place with Mi Yi is not far from Prince Mansion. No matter what happens, come and tell me; I’ll stand up for you. Don’t swallow any grievances.”

Xueyan nodded heavily.

Jun Moling walked in first, followed by Mi Yi, Mi Er, and other guards.

Xueyan and several maids hurried over to greet him, and Jun Moling waved his hand, indicating they didn’t need to be ceremonious.

He earnestly addressed Mi Yi, “The two of you are marrying out of your own free will, so make sure to live well together.

Mi Yi, you must understand, there are only three maids around the Princess Consort, each one is dear to her. If you dare bully Xueyan, I won’t forgive you.”

“Don’t worry, Master!” Mi Yi’s face beamed with a proud smile, making the guards with him utterly envious, lamenting how this fellow’s luck was unbelievably good, managing to marry such a beautiful bride.

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