I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Chapter 252: Wedding Congratulations

The room was a mess. Tian's mother was huddled in the corner, hugging her son wrapped in a sheet. Her face looked extremely ugly, as if she was angry but dared not say anything.

Lu Mingyang glanced around and his eyes fell on his sister's face. Yang Nianshu hid behind Wei Luo in fear.

"Eldest sister, take Nian'er back first."

"Second sister!"

"Go back!" Lu Mingyang interrupted his sister harshly, his face gloomy. "Don't make me say it again."

Yang Nianshu didn't dare to say anything more and walked towards Lu Mingyuan dejectedly. Lu Mingyuan stood at the door, silently bowed to Shen Yan, and left with Yang Nianshu.

Shen Yan took a look inside the house, followed silently, walked out of the yard, and watched the figure in the alley getting farther and farther away.

In the room, Lu Mingyang blocked Wei Luo's gaze and chased him away: "Cousin, aren't you leaving?"

Wei Luo said angrily: "Cousin, Nian'er is your sister, are you just going to let him go like this?"

Lu Mingyang smiled and said, "Cousin, this is my family matter, please don't ask too much."

"You're not my biological sister, I really misjudged you." Wei Luo's eyes passed over Lu Mingyang and looked at Tian Qing lying on the ground, warning: "If you dare to say a word, I will chop you up and feed you to the dogs."

After that, he rolled his sleeves and left.

Seeing that there was a rift between the young master and his cousin, Yang Hao hurried over to explain, "Young master, it's obvious that Miss Nian'er did this on purpose."

"What do you mean by intentional?" Wei Luo glared at Yang Hao and said angrily, "If he wasn't harboring malicious intent, how could Nian'er have touched him?"

Sheep hair brush: “…”

It seemed that the young master had seen through it, so Yang Hao didn't dare to say anything more and followed the young master obediently.

The sound of the courtyard door closing could be heard. Lu Mingyang walked towards the mother and son leaning against the wall and leaned over to help Tian Qing. With a loud slap, Tian Qing slapped Lu Mingyang in the face. It wasn't heavy, but it was particularly harsh.

Lu Mingyang blinked and, still with Tian's mother, helped Tian Qing sit on the bed. "Mom, I'll take care of Brother Qing. Qin Xin brought a few people with her. You go take care of them!"

Tian's mother glanced at her son, went out silently and closed the door.

Tian Qing's body was covered in bruises and shoe marks. Lu Mingyang wet a handkerchief and wiped his wounds. Tian Qing was only wearing a pair of underpants that didn't reach his knees, and he felt a little uncomfortable, but Lu Mingyang didn't notice. After wiping him, he took out some medicine from his arms and applied it to his wounds.

She half-knelt in front of the bed, without a trace of impatience on her face.

"It's really not you?" Tian Qing blurted out.

Lu Mingyang raised his head and forced a smile. "Brother Qing, I really didn't know Nian'er would come over. She won't come over again. Please don't be angry, okay? Let's live a good life from now on."

Tian Qing's eyes trembled: "Are you really willing to marry me?"

"Aren't we getting married tomorrow?" After applying the lotion on the bruises, Lu Mingyang stood up to help him put on his clothes. Tian Qing held her delicate hand and placed it against her cheek.

"Yes, get married."

He took out a silver plum blossom hairpin from his bosom, inserted it into the woman's hair, and smiled with satisfaction.

……

The next morning, Tian Qing's house was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the Chengyang Marquis's residence was also draped with red silk. Lu Mingyuan looked at his sister sitting at her dressing table, feeling a little hesitant to tie her hair. He instructed, "Zhu Xin, help Yang'er tie her hair."

Lu Mingyang was puzzled: "Elder sister, what's wrong with you?"

Tears flashed in his eyes, and Lu Mingyuan raised his head and pressed back, "Last time, the time before that, it was me who tied your hair. Perhaps Chen Hong is cursing me, and I brought the curse upon you, causing you to have bad luck in marriage."

Ever since the truth came to light, she always felt indescribable discomfort whenever she thought of Chen Hong.

"Eldest sister, what nonsense are you talking about!" Lu Mingyang lowered his voice and said, "Even if he is acting according to the emperor's order, there is nothing wrong with it. Not to mention my brother and Zhong Bo, even someone unrelated like Lord Shen Yan would not help the tyrant to commit evil. Daddy treats him like his own son, and he can do this. What else can he do but a beast?"

"Okay, it's a happy day, so I won't say any more."

Having said that, Lu Mingyuan still did not help his sister tie her hair, but sat aside and watched his sister, with her black hair tied with a ring and a white hairpin and a red silk.

After all, she is just marrying a commoner. If she is too extravagant, it will inevitably hurt the man's reputation. This is just right.

Lu Mingyang stood up and looked at his elder sister who was pretending to be happy. He complained aggrievedly, "Eldest sister, not only did you choose a plain wedding dress, but you also didn't give me any dowry at all. Aren't you afraid that I'll suffer?"

Lu Mingyuan gently stroked his sister's hair. "Just bear with it for a little longer. It will only take three months."

"Well……"

Lu Mingyang's smile froze. Lu Mingyuan followed his sister's gaze and saw King Ningyuan. He was standing at the door, dressed in white, as if he had appeared suddenly, yet also as if he had been there for a thousand years.

Lu Mingze stood aside and said guiltily, "Fourth sister, I didn't stop her."

Lu Mingyuan sighed, "Your Highness, why are you doing this?"

"Marquis Chengyang has misunderstood." Chu Mingzheng's gaze passed over Lu Mingyuan and fixed on Lu Mingyang's face, but his emotions remained unchanged. "I am only here to take back what belongs to me."

Lu Mingyuan looked at his sister, and Lu Mingyang nodded slightly. Then she left with Zhu Xin and Qin Xin. Xunyang Pavilion, already deserted, was now only occupied by the two of them.

"Your Highness, please wait a moment!" Lu Mingyang saluted and turned to get something.

Ruying and Rushu, unaware of the meaning behind the seven-treasure necklace given by Concubine Jin and the gold-threaded soft armor he had given them, had both come over. She took them out after seeing them, but before she had a chance to return them, he arrived.

Chu Mingzheng said calmly: "There's more!"

"Anything else?" Lu Mingyang put down the red lacquer tray, walked to a corner, and opened a mahogany box. Inside was a pile of head ornaments and jewelry, some of which were hers, and some he had given her. They were all mixed together, and it was hard to tell which was hers and which was his.

Chu Mingzheng's eyes swept over the glittering pearl hairpins and jewelry, his expression suddenly changed, "You just left him here?"

"what?"

Lu Mingyang was stunned by the angry questioning. He followed his gaze and saw the red jade phoenix hairpin.

That was the first gift he gave her. To him, it was the beginning of his considering her as his wife, but to her, it was just a simple gift, not even as valuable as the clothes he gave her later.

Lu Mingyang didn't know why he was so angry, so he spoke cautiously, "How about you take them all, Your Highness?"

Chu Mingzheng looked back and saw the plum blossom silver hairpin in the woman's hair. He suddenly smiled. He suddenly felt that he was extremely childish. He actually came to such a big fuss to ask for a hairpin that no one could even remember. It was really ridiculous.

In an instant, the red jade phoenix-head hairpin shattered on the ground.

Chu Mingzheng looked at the silver plum blossom hairpin and said word by word, "I came here today only to wish... Madam Tian a happy marriage and a large family with many children and grandchildren."

"Your Highness, this is a good omen!" Lu Mingyang replied with a smile.

"If you don't want those things, just throw them away!" Chu Mingzheng turned and left.

"Your Highness!" Lu Mingyang took two steps forward and said in a trembling voice, "These are troubled times. Please don't let me implicate the Chengyang Marquisate. My eldest sister and my third brother are not as fickle and treacherous as I am."

He once told her that he hated fickle people the most, and now she had become the person he hated the most.

With his hands on the door, unable to open it any further, Chu Mingzheng asked, "What do you want to say?"

Lu Mingyang said bluntly, "My eldest and third sisters have always regarded Your Highness as their primary caregiver and have never had second thoughts. Please do not abandon them."

"What about you? Why do you see me as such?" he couldn't help but ask.

Lu Mingyang brushed her skirt and knelt, kowtowed solemnly: "Yang is willing to serve Your Highness as my king and follow him for the rest of my life."

"A man of state repays what he has done, a man of state treats what he has done. If you do not abandon me, I will not betray you. If I am lucky enough, I will repay your father with justice, but I cannot promise you anything else. I will only grant those to my wife."

When he said this, he didn't look back at her. After he finished speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

"Your Highness, I thank you!" Lu Mingyang bowed. When he looked up, the world spun around him until the call to welcome the bride rang out. Ruying and Rushu supported Lu Mingyang, who was covered with a red veil, as they walked out of Xunyang Pavilion.

The much-publicized wedding was not a glorious event for the Chengyang Marquisate. There were no guests at the Chengyang Marquisate, and Tian Qing had no relatives or friends in the capital.

Just a horse and a red sedan, slowly moving in the afterglow of the setting sun, passing through the quiet and pleasant alleys, and stopped in front of the pear wood door.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

"Two thanks to the high hall!"

"Couple greetings!"

"Send to the bridal chamber!"

Meng Po's joyful voice swept away the brief gloom. Tian Qing held the red silk and, step by step, struggled to welcome the bride into the bridal chamber.