13 Han Ryus Gifts (2/2)
”If you're not going to listen or even talk at all, just leave me then. I'm taking back the offer and it shall never be brought up ever again!” Wei Xia Ri shook her head. Her blood boiled at his reaction but then, she punched her own leg out of self-hate. 'In the first place, this was a beneficial agreement for the both of us. And Han Ryu is so dead if I ever get to know that sly little prick!”
As she was drowning in regret, someone was contemplating his actions too. He needed the dowry!
Also, to witness the general deliver a bone-breaking punch right to her leg made his shake in surprise. She was indeed different. Nevertheless, the general needed him and he needed her. He then stood up, dusted his clothes and then he spoke, ”General Wei, let's continue the agreement. I am very sorry for acting so recklessly.”
When before, he was so timid and bashful, this side of Cai Jin was strangely distant and uncomfortable. Just like that, a few days passed in the blink of an eye without much actions except for the dismissal of the concubines and the bridal preparations that continuously prolonged the days as if it was five years each day. Dark circles underneath her heterochromic eyes horrified the maid servants.
”Princess Ruge, was the honey therapy defective?” One of the women asked, a bit disappointed. Afterall, it was a 'detoxifying' mask introduced by the general to them all for personal and business purposes.
Wei Xia Ri shook her head. ”Oh no, it was. Except I stopped using it.”
”General Wei, today is the wedding. You are already beautiful as you are, please leave this little problems to us!” Than young woman assured after noticing the General's mood. She was down but was not throwing a tantrum? She better keep her master in that state! ”If your highness allow this little servant to make it for a little time, this servant will surely bring over the right make-up to cover her highness' unrest.”
”Sure,” Wei Xia Ri agreed. Fortunately, the wedding did not get cancelled. Unfortunately, a cold war was actively ongoing! Her shoulders slumped. She had never dealt with this much discomfort before! If it was disagreeable colleagues, it felt fine to brush them off. Much was owed to bad luck because this time, it was the fiancee.
”Then my lady, this humble servant will go and make haste.”
”My lady, this slave is recommended by your servants to fix your hair.” A young woman then came to her and presented herself in her plain, blue robes. Her hair however was braided and aesthetically curled. Some flowers also decorated her braids.
”Such wonderful talent, what's your name before you were a slave?”
”Xiao Bing, my lady.”
”That's a pretty name, so Xiao Bing, I want my hair braided and curly. But make sure it aligns to the standard here okay?”
A few hours later, a red sedan carried the general that the empire has long feared followed by numerous maid servants, soldiers and manservants carrying dowry that was provided by her relative, the emperor. The procession took more than an hour given that it was a wedding hosted by the royal family so she had been paraded through out the capital before heading back to the ceremonial ground where the rest of the wedding were to take place.