Becoming the Villain's Discarded Wife
Chapter 399: The Grand Wedding

Chapter 399: Chapter 399: The Grand Wedding

The horizon had just begun to brighten, and Nanzhi was already being dragged out of bed by Mother Lin.

In the Lin household, not even the chickens got to sleep in.

In the courtyard, eighteen cases of dowry items were neatly arranged, and festive red lanterns hung from the entrance way.

"Mom..." Nanzhi, who had spent a sleepless night in nervous anticipation, had only just managed to doze off, and before she got a quarter of the hour’s sleep, she was being yanked awake again.

"What’s there to sleep for, get up quickly and start getting dressed." Mother Lin was also wearing a freshly made outfit and was already dragging Nanzhi to the vanity table.

"Hurry up and wash your face; we have to start beautifying you soon. Today is a joyous day; there’s no time for idleness."

Mother Lin urged.

"Alright, alright, I got it." Nanzhi muttered with a nod, before lifting a washcloth to wipe her face.

The girl’s reflection in the bronze mirror showed almond-shaped eyes, a high nose, a naturally rosy mouth pursed lightly, a faint blush on her cheeks, and her eyes held a touch of bewilderment.

Staring at her reflection, Nanzhi dazedly took a moment to comprehend.

She was getting married.

The girl in the mirror raised her hand along with her, warm tears sliding down her cheeks, making her look even more appealingly delicate.

A little crack in the window allowed a breeze to whift in, blowing the tears off her cheeks and onto the ground.

"Grandma, I’m doing well now, I have a dad and a mom, and I have a brother and a sister-in-law.

You even have a great-grandson, and I have found a good man..."

Memories of her childhood flooded her mind, and Nanzhi found herself choking up as she spoke.

When Mother Lin came back into the room, she found her daughter’s eyes red, weeping silently.

"My dear girl, it’s such a joyous day." Mother Lin refrained from admonishing her.

Her daughter had experienced many hardships in her life.

But now, finally, the bitter had turned sweet.

"Good child, everything will be alright." Mother Lin put down the red eggs in her hand and held Nanzhi in her arms.

"Yes, it will." Nanzhi’s muffled voice reminded Mother Lin of her childhood.

"Alright, dry your tears, eat these two red eggs, and then I’ll do your hair."

Mother Lin’s eyes were also taking on a red tint, but she turned her body to avoid Nanzhi seeing and gently pushed the red eggs toward her.

Nanzhi didn’t say anything, she just nodded, swallowing down the two eggs.

That was the only thing she was allowed to eat before the evening.

Once Nanzhi had eaten the eggs, Chen Qiulan and Sun Cui both came into the room to help her dress and tidy up.

The wedding dress was a gift from Shen Wenchen.

Mandarin ducks were intricately embroidered on the brocade dress, adorned with jewels and jade.

The Phoenix crown and wedding cape were regal and exquisite, fitting for a general’s wife.

Once dressed, Nanzhi sat up straight in front of the vanity mirror, letting Mother Lin arrange her hair.

The jade comb used had bird and flower engravings. Mother Lin felt a certain melancholy but continued to comb Nanzhi’s hair with one hand, holding it up with the other, her voice full of reluctant parting.

With the first comb stroke, harmonious love between husband and wife is promised.

With the second comb stroke, grey hair and a lasting union are ensured.

With the third comb stroke, good health for the couple is affirmed.

With the fourth comb stroke, fertility and longevity for coming generations are guaranteed.

With the fifth comb stroke, eternal harmony in the couple’s married life is pledged.

With the sixth comb stroke, good luck and prosperity in all matters are wished for.

At the seventh stroke of the comb, the gods descend to celebrate.

At the eighth stroke, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea to join the celebration.

At the ninth stroke, may happiness last a lifetime.

At the tenth stroke, together till old age, in this life and the next.

By the end of the combing, Mother Lin’s eyes were already turning red.

Chen Qiulan and Sun Cui could not help but wipe away their tears on the side, creating a heartwarming scene.

"My dear daughter." Mother Lin said, holding Nanzhi tightly, attempting not to shed a tear, while Nanzhi’s eyes welled up, and a few teardrops fell.

After sobbing for a while, Nanzhi, with her slightly swollen eyes, sat still and allowed them to apply her makeup.

It was not until she was all made up that the phoenix coronet was placed on Nanzhi’s head and she was guided to the edge of the bed.

"Fatty, this is a little token from your sister-in-law. You will surely have a happy and harmonious future." Chen Qiulan said, wiping the corner of her eye, and then smilingly brought out two gold hairpins from her bosom.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." replying while receiving the hairpins, Nanzhi nodded.

"Fatty, this is my gift to you. Your future will be peaceful and filled with blessings and many children."

A slight baby bump had already begun to show on Sun Cui’s belly, and her complexion was now even better than before she got pregnant.

"Thank you, sister-in-law." she replied again.

What Sun Cui gave was a pair of jade bracelets. Putting them on Nanzhi’s wrists made her skin appear even more fair and delicate.

Shen Miaomiao and Miss Zeng came together.

Shen Miaomiao gave a piece of jewelry for the head, while Miss Zeng gave a sandalwood comb.

"Sister Nanzhi, you will surely be happy." Shen Miaomiao sat next to Nanzhi, her tone filled with determination.

"Silly girl, you will be as well." Nanzhi said with a smile, patting her hand.

"When you go to Kyoto with Twelfth, write back if you encounter any problems, understand?"

"I know." Shen Miaomiao nodded emphatically while tears welled up in her eyes.

Who knows what might happen on her journey to Kyoto?

"Xixi, Jingzhi is a good man. You must take good care of each other." Nanzhi softly advised Miss Zeng next to her.

Nanzhi was mainly worried about Miaomiao and Twelfth’s situation.

There were no big problems between Wang Jingzhi and Miss Zeng, so she could feel at ease.

"Sister Lin, I understand." Miss Zeng replied, blushing slightly, appearing a bit shy.

They had decided to get married in September.

Seeing Nanzhi all dressed up in her wedding gown, she felt a sense of anticipation.

"As long as you understand."

While the women were chatting heart-to-heart inside, there was a hubbub at the entrance of the room.

Eleventh had just returned to Yan City two days ago, and today he followed Shen Wenchen to fetch the bride.

Shen Wenchen led the wedding procession with Eleventh and Twelfth neatly dressed behind him. The entire convoy was a long line of people, with the sedan chair and thirty-eight bearers of the dowry following behind.

The spectating locals were cheering and shouting, awed by the long procession.

The grandeur of the moment, even when compared to the four major Yan City families, stood on its own. The groom alone, dressed in his red wedding attire, outshone them all.

The high-end sedan lifted by eight bearers, combined with this ten-mile bridal makeup, was something they could not even dream of.

The Lin Family had naturally set up numerous checkpoints. At the entrance, Shen Zhiyu and a few neighborhood children stood ready to block the way. No matter what shenanigans the kids pulled, Shen Wenchen looked elated and easily passed the first checkpoint by handing out red envelopes.

Upon entering the courtyard, piles of betrothal gifts were laid out, filling the courtyard.

The crowd outside the entrance craned their necks to catch a glimpse of the bride in her wedding dress.