MY PRINCE HUSBAND HAS SEVEN WIVES AND I AM HIS FAVOURITE!
Chapter 116: Match made in clown heaven

Chapter 116: Match made in clown heaven

Hua Jing groaned as she stirred from sleep, her entire body aching as if she had been trampled by a thousand horses.

Every muscle in her body protested as she attempted to move, a deep soreness settling in her bones.

She let out a slow exhale, her brows knitting together as she opened her eyes. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the room, but even that did little to ease the discomfort spreading through her limbs.

For a moment, she lay there, contemplating whether she should just sink back into the bedding and pretend that the world did not exist.

But then—

"My lady, you’re awake."

A familiar voice reached her ears.

She sluggishly turned her head and found Xia Lin standing beside her, a basin of water in hand.

The girl had a look of barely concealed concern on her face, though she quickly masked it with her usual cheerfulness.

"I brought you some water to wash your face before breakfast," Xia Lin said, setting the basin down carefully.

Hua Jing grunted in response, reluctantly pushing herself upright.

It was a slow, painful process, and she swore under her breath as every joint in her body ached in protest.

Xia Lin noticed her discomfort and quickly stepped forward, reaching out to help. "Are you alright, my lady?"

"No," Hua Jing groaned, rubbing her temples. "I feel like I got into a fight with a mountain... and lost."

Xia Lin let out a nervous laugh. "Well... considering what you did last night, that’s not surprising."

Hua Jing’s expression darkened immediately.

Last night.

Right.

She had fought off those bandits. She had met him.

And then—

Her mood soured instantly.

She pushed those thoughts aside and turned to Xia Lin instead.

"Do I have anything to do today?" she asked, stretching her sore limbs.

Xia Lin hesitated. "Well... I’m not sure if you would call it something to do, but—"

She trailed...

"You have to go to the Hua Mansion today."

Hua Jing frowned. "Why?"

Xia Lin hesitated for a moment before saying, "It’s... Hua Ling’s wedding banquet."

For a second, Hua Jing stilled. Then her eyes widened. "That’s today?"

Xia Lin quickly nodded.

Hua Jing scoffed. "I almost forgot about that nonsense."

Xia Lin tilted her head. "My lady, must you really go?"

Hua Jing grinned. "Of course I have to go."

How could she miss such a glorious event?

Hua Ling, her so-called ’dear sister,’ was getting married to Jiang Lei—the same Jiang Lei who, in her original world, had been her ex-boyfriend.

The very same man who had betrayed her.

To Hua Jing, this was a perfect union.

A match made in clown heaven.

And how could she possibly pass on the opportunity to witness these two losers tie the knot?

The mere thought filled her with delight.

Her energy shot up to the roof, and in an instant, she threw aside her covers and jumped to her feet.

Xia Lin gawked at her.

"My lady... weren’t you just complaining about body aches a moment ago?" she asked, looking utterly speechless.

Hua Jing barely heard her. She was already rushing to her wardrobe. "Xia Lin, hurry! We need to find a good dress! One that makes a statement."

Xia Lin sighed. "A statement?"

"Yes! If I’m going to make an appearance, I need to make an entrance," Hua Jing said dramatically. "It’s only proper that the most dazzling guest arrives in the most dazzling outfit."

Xia Lin wanted to ask what kind of ’statement’ Hua Jing planned on making at her own family’s banquet, but she decided against it.

At this point, she had learned not to question her lady’s antics.

Instead, she moved toward the wardrobe and began helping Hua Jing sort through her outfits.

"What kind of dress would you like, my lady?"

Hua Jing tapped her chin in thought. "Something elegant but not too modest. I want it to be extravagant but not desperate. A look that says, ’I didn’t come here to steal the show, but I am the show.’"

Xia Lin blinked. "That... sounds complicated."

"Well, that’s why I have you," Hua Jing said with a grin. "I trust you, Xia Lin. Make me look stunning."

Xia Lin exhaled. "Fine. But don’t blame me if the bride gets jealous."

Hua Jing chuckled. "Oh, she will get jealous. That’s part of the fun."

She clapped her hands together. "Also, pick out the best wedding gifts. We must be generous."

Xia Lin gave her an uncertain look. "Generous?"

"Yes! The most exquisite gifts," Hua Jing said, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Something that will remind them of me forever."

Hua Jing’s eyes gleamed as she thought about her plan.

That cheating couple deserved this and more.

She had already made up her mind to attend the banquet. She had even promised Hua Ling and her father at the emperor’s banquet that she would be there. But what they didn’t know—what no one knew—was that she had her own agenda for going.

It wasn’t just about watching Hua Ling and Jiang Lei tie the knot in their ridiculous union.

No.

She needed to uncover the truth about this Hua Jing.

The real Hua Jing.

The girl who had existed in this world before she arrived.

Who was she? What kind of life had she lived before she became the seventh consort of the prince? How had she and Zhao Yan even met?

Nothing about it made sense to her.

The Hua Jing of this world had been weak. Meek. Beaten down by her family’s cruelty. So how had she, of all people, managed to marry Zhao Yan?

Hua Jing needed answers.

And the Hua Mansion was the key to finding them.

More than anything, she needed to locate the hidden dungeon—the place where Hua Ling and her mother had taken this Hua Jing to torture her.

A dark place that held memories she had never experienced, but ones that belonged to her all the same.

She had to see it for herself.

So, attending this wedding banquet wasn’t just about stirring up drama—it was about gathering information.

A smirk played on her lips as she thought about it.

Yes, she would go. And she would uncover everything.

Meanwhile...

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