PFC Chapter 87 The Sisters-in-Law Meet
Chapter 87 The Sisters-in-Law Meet
Inside the bridal chamber, red candles burned brightly, casting a warm glow that illuminated the joyous and romantic atmosphere. Su Wan'er sat gracefully on the couch, her figure slender and elegant beneath her phoenix coronet and wedding gown, her demeanor dignified yet revealing a touch of girlish shyness.
Murong Yi hurried into the bridal chamber, his steps filled with eagerness and barely contained joy. His gaze was instantly drawn to the quietly seated bride; it was as if everything else in the world had lost its color, leaving only her as the sole focus. He stepped forward, his hand gripping the steelyard tightly, his slightly trembling fingers betraying his inner excitement. Slowly, he gently lifted the exquisite red veil with the steelyard, his movements both delicate and solemn.
As the veil was slowly lifted, Su Wan'er's stunningly beautiful face was revealed inch by inch to Murong Yi. Her bright eyes were like stars falling into autumn water, their shimmering light filled with deep affection and joy. When her eyes met Murong Yi's, it was as if strands of emotion were intertwining and solidifying in the air.
Murong Yi gazed at Su Wan'er, his eyes filled with deep affection and longing, his voice soft yet trembling slightly: "Wan'er, I have finally married you. I have longed for this day for a thousand years."
Su Wan'er lowered her head slightly, a captivating blush rising on her cheeks, as radiant as the clouds at sunset. She bit her lower lip, as if summoning immense courage, and spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, yet filled with shyness: "Your Highness, from this day forward, Wan'er will wholeheartedly stay by your side, through life and death."
Murong Yi's eyes burned with intense love, like a flame. He slowly reached out and gently stroked Su Wan'er's jade-like face, his fingertips softly caressing her delicate skin as if touching the most precious treasure in the world.
Su Wan'er tilted her head slightly, her eyes gently closed, her long eyelashes trembling, her shy demeanor adding to her captivating charm. Murong Yi could no longer suppress the surging emotions within him. He slowly leaned down, his lips gently pressing against Su Wan'er's cherry lips. At first, it was just a soft touch, like butterfly wings gently alighting on petals. Then, their emotions surged like a flood, growing ever more intense and passionate. They embraced tightly, their bodies intertwined, as if trying to merge each other into the depths of their souls.
After a long while, the two lay down together on the brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water. Su Wan'er rested her head on Murong Yi's broad chest, listening to his strong heartbeat, her face filled with happiness and contentment.
Murong Yi held Su Wan'er tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head. In this warm and romantic atmosphere, they gradually drifted off to sleep, perhaps dreaming of a bright and prosperous future, or perhaps of a sweet vow to never be apart.
Outside the bridal chamber, the imperial garden on the other side was quiet and somewhat desolate. Lin Qianqian wandered alone there, looking up at the vast and boundless starry sky. The twinkling stars seemed like cold, broken diamonds, piercing her heart.
Her heart was filled with mixed emotions, a tangled mess of feelings that defied description. Longing surged like a tidal wave; her yearning and attachment to distant loved ones grew wildly, like vines struggling in the darkness.
Xiao Die hurried along, her eyes filled with heartache and concern. She came to Lin Qianqian's side, her brows furrowed into a deep frown. Without a word, she gently draped a warm coat over Lin Qianqian's slightly thin shoulders, patting her shoulders lightly to offer some comfort, and said softly, "Miss, don't stay here any longer. It's getting chilly. Take care of yourself."
Lin Qianqian turned to look at Xiaodie, shook her head slightly, and her eyes revealed a hint of feigned composure, indicating that she was fine.
Just then, light footsteps approached. Murong He rushed over, his little hand tightly clutching Lin Qianqian's clothes. He then tilted his head slightly and murmured in his cute, childlike voice, "Sister, why are you crying?"
Lin Qianqian was startled by the sudden appearance of the little boy, and her heart skipped a beat. However, she quickly regained her composure, instinctively leaning down to gently stroke Murong He's rosy cheeks, and softly asked, "Little brother, what are you doing here? Who did you come with?"
"I came with my mother!" he murmured, pouting his pink lips. His black, gem-like eyes sparkled with curiosity, and then he continued excitedly, "My mother said that Uncle Jiu is getting married today. I asked my mother if the bride was pretty, and she said she had never seen one before, so I wanted to come and see!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint, bitter smile, but her eyes betrayed a hint of undisguised loneliness. She sighed softly, her gaze passing over the little boy, and gently patted his head.
Just as Lin Qianqian was about to respond to the little boy, Ye Zhilan hurried over. Seeing Murong He, she quickened her pace, saying as she walked, "He'er, what are you doing here!" Although her words carried a hint of reproach, her gentle tone and the look in her eyes were full of helplessness and doting affection. Seeing this, Murong He quickly ran over and hugged her leg, nestling his little head affectionately against her side.
Ye Zhilan then raised her head, her gaze inadvertently glancing at Lin Qianqian with a hint of curiosity and inquiry in her eyes. She looked Lin Qianqian up and down, then smiled slightly and said softly, "You... are you the Ninth Prince's Consort?"
Upon hearing Ye Zhilan's question, Lin Qianqian frowned slightly, her gaze filled with a mixture of doubt and inquiry as she looked at the other woman. She politely and softly inquired, "You are...?"
Ye Zhilan's eyebrows and eyes were full of gentleness. She pursed her lips and smiled elegantly. Her red lips parted slightly and her voice was like a nightingale's song: "I am Ye Zhilan, the wife of the Third Prince Murong Lin. This is our son, Murong He."
Upon hearing this, Lin Qianqian was startled, realizing that the people before her were the Third Princess and the Young Prince. She quickly curtsied and bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Majesty, I am terrified that I failed to recognize the Third Princess. I beg Your Majesty's forgiveness and please do not take offense!"
Xiaodie quickly followed suit and bowed, her expression one of reverence.
Seeing this, Ye Zhilan took a few graceful steps and quickly reached out to help Lin Qianqian up. With a sincere smile on her face, she said gently, "Princess Ninth, there's no need for such formality. We are both relatives of the royal family, so there's no need to be so formal. It's truly fate that we've met for the first time today. Please don't be so formal and rise."
The two sisters-in-law met here, their eyes meeting, and both saw the unique gentleness and kindness of women in each other's eyes. Ye Zhilan's eyes seemed to shimmer with autumn water, revealing generosity and friendliness in their every movement. Lin Qianqian's eyes, on the other hand, were clear, carrying a hint of undisguised sincerity and restraint. This brief exchange of glances was like an invisible bond, silently connecting them. Though no words were spoken, a thread of affection seemed to begin to flow and take root in the fusion of their gazes.