Chapter 442 - Chapter 442: Chapter 442 Cant forget about Xu Heyou_1 (1/2)
Chapter 442: Chapter 442 Can’t forget about Xu Heyou_1
The news of Wei Ruo’s royal marriage entitlement spread rapidly throughout the Loyal and Righteous Duke Residence, reaching those grandsons who had not earlier been present to hear the imperial decree.
Upon hearing the news, Wei Qingwan, in a daze, shattered the teacup in her hand.
Then, she collapsed back into her seat.
“Wei Qingruo… to become the lawful wife of the Ninth Prince…”
Only after a while did Wei Qingwan snap back to reality. She turned to Cuihe, who had brought the news, for confirmation: “Really, the legitimate wife of the Ninth Prince? You didn’t mishear?”
Cuihe pressed her lips together and shook her head with a mournful expression: “This slave triple-checked, she is indeed the legitimate wife.”
“Why is Wei Qingruo so lucky?” Wei Qingwan couldn’t understand.
Back when she was in Taizhou prefecture, she was disturbed by rumors and had a bleak future. She, against all odds, received a royal marriage and became the concubine of Prince Yu.
But the rumors about her back then were baseless with no concrete evidence.
On the other hand, Wei Ruo’s engagement cancellation and the prophecy from Daoist Qianyuan about her killing her husband were substantial.
Wei Qingwan was genuinely confounded as to why, under such circumstances, someone would still want to marry Wei Ruo, and this person happened to be the presently favored Ninth Prince!
“Miss, don’t worry, isn’t the court abuzz that the Ninth Prince is a sickly man who doesn’t have long to live? The eldest miss judgment to marry him is to be a widow, far inferior to yours,” Cuihe comforted her.
“But even if the Ninth Prince is short-lived, she as a widow will still have a worry-free life! She shouldn’t still have such good fortune… she was abandoned by the Xuanping Marquis Residence, how can she still manage to find a better marriage match?” Wei Qingwan gritted her teeth.
“Miss, calm down, your health is the most important. Now things are still not clear, even if the eldest miss gets truly married, it might not be a good thing. This slave heard that the Ninth Prince is not only sickly but also very odd and ruthless. He straight-up beat a maid to death who did not serve him right.”
Wei Qingwan remained silent for a long time, unconsciously clenched her fists, and her lips were pressed into a tight line.
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King Jing’s Mansion.
Lu Yuhong came to find Chu Lan with a jug of fine wine.
Upon pushing the door to Chu Lan’s study and seeing him cleaning a bow and arrow set, Lu Yuhong teased: “You’re actually still so leisurely? The Emperor has already set your marriage, aren’t you the least bit anxious?”
Chu Lan, wearing a casual indigo suit, stood in front of the bookshelf and leisurely cleaned the bow and arrows without interruption.
Facing Lu Yuhong’s tease, he responded calmly: “There’s no need to rush.”
“Why is there no need to rush? This is a major event in your life, decided so abruptly. I thought it would at least wait until Prince Yu’s wedding.”
“He’s not in a rush to arrange a marriage for me, rather it’s for Chu Yi,” Chu Lan replied calmly.
“That Chu Yi indeed needs to quickly arrange a marriage, out of fear that his body can’t hold up. I just lament for Miss Wei of the Wei Family a bit, I’m kind of reluctant for her to marry such a man on his deathbed,” Lu Yuhong sighed.
Unusually, Lu Yuhong revealed a regretful expression over someone else’s marriage.
“You seem to have a fondness for Miss Wei?” Chu Lan asked.
“Don’t misinterpret. I don’t have those kind of romantic feelings for her. I think of her as a friend. Moreover, she has saved my life,” he clarified.
“Best if not because, even if it were so, she’s already been granted a marriage to Chu Yi. Nobody can change this fact now,” Chu Lan said.
“I’m aware of that.”
Lu Yuhong placed the wine on the bookcase, then invited Chu Lan to drink with him: “Come on, let’s drink, this is a fine wine I stole from my old man.”
Lu Yuhong noticed that Chu Lan was still staring at the bow and arrow in his hand.
“What’s so special about this bow and arrow that you’ve been looking at it for so long?”