Marry a Duke

Chapter 15 Seeing Red

"Since you ladies all know what will happen to me in the future, why do you still waste your time coming here to ridicule me? I had no choice but to marry into the Duke of Wei's mansion, and Miss Wei must also know this."

Why should a woman embarrass a woman?

"Now, on the surface, I am the wife of the Duke of Wei. If I lose face, the Duke of Wei's mansion loses face."

Fu Ran looked at Wei Lin's expression quietly.

Her face turned pale and blue, and even the finest rouge could not hide it.

How could Wei Lin not understand the reason, but she just didn't want Fu Ran to have an easy time.

"Hmph, now that you have entered the gate of the Duke of Weiguo's Mansion, don't even think about stepping out again easily. How would outsiders know whether you are dead or alive?" She was thinking too naively.

"Do you think you can get your hands into my Duke Wei's mansion?"

Wei Lin directly mentioned ***'s name.

Fu Ran was secretly shocked when he heard this. This young lady might not know the character and means of the emperor. She has already extended her hand into the Duke of Weiguo's mansion.

The purpose of marrying her in was to get closer to everything in the Duke of Weiguo's mansion.

To put it bluntly, *** sent her here as a spy.

"Miss Wei, aren't you afraid that I will tell *** about this?" She glanced at the two people beside Wei Lin.

We are good friends now, will we be good friends in the future too?

In the face of interests, will it still be the case?

"After all, I am ***'s new adopted daughter." Poor adopted daughter.

Wei Lin wanted to say something more, but she didn't say it in the end. She sneered, called in the maid, and asked her to take off her wedding dress.

"She doesn't deserve it."

The maidservant called in by Wei Lin was very strong and Fu Ran's struggle was useless. He struggled twice and the wound on his abdomen, which had not yet healed, split open again.

She frowned, stopped struggling, and allowed the maid to strip off her wedding dress.

She was wearing the same red lingerie underneath.

In the Dayue Dynasty, the wife must be dressed in red from the inside out, unless it is a concubine, then she can only wear pink or other colors.

The area on the abdomen of the red undergarment was already bleeding and the color was darker.

The exquisite wedding dress that she had been wearing just now was thrown on the ground, and the two ladies next to Wei Lin even stepped on it twice.

Fu Ran thought it was funny. She was right here, why was he stepping on her clothes? He could just step on her directly.

There are still some concerns.

Fu Ran discovered that marrying into the Duke's Mansion had some advantages. She used to be a pure maid in the Duke's Mansion, and anyone could suppress her.

Now she was the adopted daughter of the emperor and the wife of the Duke of Wei, even though she was born as a maid, there were still people who didn't dare to do anything to her.

Wei Lin was somewhat proud of her embarrassment.

She raised her eyebrows slightly: "Although you are the wife of the Duke of Weiguo, you have to recognize that you are just a maid. You were a maid in the mansion of the Duke of Weiguo before, and you are still a maid in the mansion of the Duke of Weiguo now."

The maid who was pulling Fu Ran used more force.

If the master hates something, the maids will only double their efforts to bully him in order to gain his praise.

Fu Ran frowned and felt the pain in his abdomen worsen.

This body is indeed still too weak. It seems that those black medicines that I took before were of no use at all.

She placed one hand on her belly and noticed that her clothes were slightly damp.

She raised her palm, and her fair hand was stained with blood.

It turned out that there was real bleeding, and a lot of it.

"Ah——." The maid closest to her saw it clearly and saw that there was indeed blood on her hand. She was shocked.

They were just following orders and pulling Fu Ran.

She wasn't hurt, and besides, such an injury wouldn't cause bleeding.

"Miss, it's bad, she is bleeding." the maid screamed.

Wei Lin didn't believe it, so she took two steps forward.

Fu Ran didn't need her to take another step forward, he held out his hand so that she could see the blood on his hand.

"On the wedding night, Miss Wei, are you going to kill me? *** forced you to marry me. If I die in the Duke's Mansion on the wedding night, how are you going to explain to ***?"

Damn it.

It really hurts.

Wei Lin's eyes widened and she blamed the maid.

"What did you do with your rough hands and feet? Didn't I ask you to tear off her wedding dress? How did you get hurt?"

The two maids looked at each other in bewilderment.

They were also confused.

"Miss, it really wasn't us. We didn't do that." The two men knelt down with weak knees.

Fu Ran did not make things difficult for them, but instead pleaded for them.

"Ms. Wei, you don't have to embarrass them. This matter has nothing to do with them. My injury was not caused here."

Wei Lin immediately understood that before Fu Ran got married, she had only stayed in the *** Mansion.

"Were you injured in the *** mansion?" She raised her eyebrows, looking incredulous.

"Linlin, don't believe her. She was sent by ***. How could *** hurt her on such an important day?" Miss Tu felt that Fu Ran's lie was a bit too low.

You can't fool anyone at all.

"That's right, Linlin. She was supposed to be a pawn in the hands of the lord. She had a lot of trouble marrying into the Duke of Weiguo's mansion. She was supposed to be of great use. If she gets hurt or dies, wouldn't she be useless? Maybe she got hurt accidentally. The people in the mansion can't be blamed." Zhao Yunru also said.

In any case, seeing blood on the wedding night is always unlucky.

No matter why Fu Ran married into the family, today is Wei Xuan’s wedding night.

The sister-in-law I married before has already died, and there are some ugly rumors out there.

If Fu Ran died in the mansion again under unclear circumstances, I don’t know how the news would spread to my second brother.

I'm afraid people will say that he is destined to be unlucky in marriage.

Wei Lin suppressed her anger and asked the maid to put away the torn wedding dress. She cleaned up the room, then left the bridal chamber with her two close friends.

After the maids had packed up everything, they all left the bridal chamber.

Remember to close the door before leaving.

The room was silent. Fu Ran let out a breath and the pain in his abdomen eased slightly.

She moved a stool and sat on it, gently lifting her inner garment.

Sure enough, the bandage around the abdomen also turned red.

There was a lot of blood on it.

Although the princess did not hit a vital point that day, she still injured her flesh and blood.

The court doctor didn't pay much attention to her, as long as she didn't die.

The wound was bandaged, but the hemostatic medicine used was not very good.

The divorce date is approaching and the wound has not yet healed completely.

*** was probably certain that Wei Xuan would not touch her on the wedding night, so *** did not care too much.

Wei Xuan pushed the door open and walked in, wearing a wedding dress, which made him look even taller and more handsome, like a god.

With just one glance, he saw that today's bride had taken off her wedding dress and torn open her inner garment, revealing a patch of blood red.

He frowned, not missing the fragility and helplessness that flashed across Fu Ran's eyes.

Fu Ran quickly pulled down his clothes.

The inner garment was red, so the wound could not be seen underneath.

This is complete self-deception.

Wei Xuan glanced at the bride's wedding dress folded aside. Bian had just told him that Linlin had come to the bridal chamber.

Given Wei Lin's personality, Wei Xuan must have known that she was not just here for a visit.

So, Wei Lin hurt her——

The wound has been bandaged and doesn't look like it was just sustained.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his dark eyes.

I already have the answer in my heart.

His bride moved from the *** Mansion to the Duke's Mansion with injuries.