Chapter 16
“Indeed! Young lady, before the auspicious hour passes, we must hurry and perform the wedding ceremony!” The two matchmakers smiled broadly as they came forward to support Jiang Yunchan.
Jiang Yunchan had no chance to refuse. The matchmakers dressed her in the bridal attire prepared for Xie Yan’s concubine and, surrounded by others, escorted her to the main hall.
Joyful music filled the air, accompanied by calls to pay respects to Heaven and Earth.
Jiang Yunchan was utterly dazed, like a flawless puppet being led through a marriage ritual that never truly belonged to her.
Clearly, tonight she had a husband of her own and a beautiful moment meant solely for them.
Her heart ached bitterly as thoughts of Gu Huaizhou clouded her mind, and she stumbled over a stone.
“Careful!” A warm, large hand steadied her cold fingers, voice gentle.
“Huaizhou…” Her eyes brightened as she saw those slender, jade-like fingers and finally came back to herself. “Young Master! My legs are weak. May I rest at home?”
The essential rites had been completed; surely the deception had succeeded. She wished to avoid facing the guests alongside him.
It was too awkward, too absurd.
Xie Yan looked at the delicate hand resting on his arm, then glanced at the bride’s covered face and fell silent for a long moment.
The two stood facing each other as the night breeze lifted the hems of their wedding garments, intertwining them like a pair of devoted young lovers.
“Young Master, there will be plenty of days ahead for us to hold hands and gaze upon each other. Why leave our guests waiting now?”
“The Crown Prince is waiting to toast the newlyweds!” came a teasing shout from colleagues at the nearby pavilion.
Jiang Yunchan suddenly realized the impropriety, pulled her hand back, and stepped back two paces. “Young Master, I’ve overstepped!”
“It’s nothing,” Xie Yan gently smoothed the crease her grip had left on his sleeve and said softly, “There’s some golden wound ointment and peach blossom pastries in the cabinet inside. You should rest first; I will come to you later.”
The marquis’s mansion still held many guests, and Xie Yan had to entertain them all.
They parted ways.
It was only in the middle of the night, after Xie Yan had seen off all the guests and returned to the chamber, that Jiang Yunchan’s figure was nowhere to be found.
The ointments and pastries in the cabinet remained untouched.
“Where is the Second Madam?” Xie Yan asked Fu Cang, who was on night watch outside.
Fu Cang was momentarily stunned by the title, realizing the newlywed lady was already regarded as the household’s mistress, and quickly bowed, reporting, “The Second Madam said she caught a cold and didn’t want to pass the illness to the Young Master, so she’s resting temporarily in the right wing chamber.”
Xie Yan glanced at the candlelight shining in the side room and gave a low chuckle.
She was quite skilled at using excuses that couldn’t be faulted to stall him; he had truly underestimated her before.
Xie Yan was in an unusually good mood tonight and did not bother with such harmless cunning. He raised a finger and said, “Send Xia Zhu to attend to the Second Madam.”
“She has already been brought back,” Fu Cang replied.
Xie Yan had anticipated the difficulties of the marriage ceremony at the Gu mansion and had planted loyal men within the bridal procession to help Jiang Yunchan and Xia Zhu escape.
But Fu Cang did not expect that after leaving the mansion on an errand, the bride would transform from a Loulan dancer into a cousin.
Unsure how to proceed, Fu Cang asked, “The Loulan dancer didn’t wait for the Young Master to marry her and came to Xianyun Courtyard herself. What does the Young Master plan to do?”
“Idle people, and you come to ask me what to do?” Xie Yan slowly turned his face.
The dim candlelight cast a shadow across his left side, dividing his high nose into two halves—one pure and ethereal, the other dark and unfathomable.
Fu Cang faced the dark side, seeing no warmth of humanity.
Only then did Fu Cang understand that the Loulan dancer was merely a decoy from the start.
Elevating her status, preparing a grand wedding, even intending to make her the mistress—all of it was just a path laid for another young lady.
Reflecting carefully, Fu Cang realized the dancer, when veiled, bore a striking resemblance to the cousin.
So, at the palace banquet months ago, when the Young Master glanced so calmly, he had already planned to use the dancer as a stepping stone.
Waiting for the cousin to have no other choice but to escape to Xianyun Courtyard and take over the mistress’s identity.
The realization brought both clarity and dread, cold sweat trickling down Fu Cang’s spine.
“Deal with the irrelevant ones thoroughly. Don’t let anyone hold a handle over us,” Xie Yan said indifferently.
Fu Cang swallowed hard, repeatedly answered “Yes,” and went to carry out the orders.
It was a dark, windy night with fine rain bending the emerald bamboo.
In the shadowy bamboo grove, leaves rustled softly, sometimes urgent, sometimes fading, faintly carrying the sound of a woman’s sobbing.
Both tranquil and tumultuous…
Nearby, at Wanxiang Hall, another lively scene unfolded.
“How could such a woman vanish into thin air?” Xie Jin kicked the leader of the guards hard in the chest and spat, “Over a hundred guards and you can’t catch one woman? Useless!”
The guard collapsed, coughing up blood, and scrambled to Xie Jin’s feet. “Master, it was due to some malicious troublemakers misleading us, causing us to miss the chance!”
There was only one main road outside the Gu mansion—Suzaku Street—that led straight to the Marquis Dingyang’s residence.
Xie Jin had dispatched over a hundred soldiers to ask every household, confident the plan was foolproof until some troublemakers misdirected them, giving Jiang Yunchan a chance to escape.
Wiping blood from his mouth, the guard said, “I will catch those troublemakers right away!”
“Fools!” Xie Jin spat again.
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