Chapter 1221 - The Wedding (1) (1/2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Doctor Sikong was avoiding the people who were rushing him to get married.
Tang Mo’er’s eyes lit up. “Doctor Sikong, may I know, what is your ideal type?”
This again? Sikong furrowed his brows.
“Ha, I’m just asking since I know many single and eligible girls. I can help to look out for Doctor Sikong’s type.”
Tang Mo’er really felt tempted on behalf of all unwed women. Sikong was personable and charming, he really was an eligible bachelor. At such a young age, he was already a renowned doctor, receiving the title of ‘legendary doctor’. Being the second young master of the Guding Castle, he was free of scandals and even had an entire family rushing him to get married. These were all plus points. If anyone were to marry Sikong, there wouldn’t be any sort of homewrecker drama at all, she was sure to be blissful.
“…”
Sikong didn’t really react to her words, he just replied politely, “Miss Tang, thank you for your kind intentions. I’ll take my leave first.”
His personal assistant opened the back door and Sikong got in the car. The Land Rover just sped away like that. Tang Mo’er stood alone on the spot, she could only watch as the car just sped away.
Sikong was full of strengths, however… he really was a tough nut to crack. He seemed to not have even a bit of interest in women at all.
Sigh, what a pity.
…
Tang Mo’er returned to the West Palace and she was preoccupied with many errands since Lu Yeming was getting married soon.
On the day of the wedding, the entire West Palace was resplendent in grand decorations and the place was covered in red carpet. Tang Mo’er pushed the door open and stepped inside the room. “Yeming, are you ready?”
Lu Yeming stood beside the windows while Fan Men was beside him, reporting something to him. Once Fan Men heard the sounds, he quickly moved aside and made way.
Hearing her voice, Lu Yeming lifted his eyes. He wore a black suit, his facial features just like a perfectly crafted artwork, he was simply charming.
“Sister,” he greeted her as he strode over.
“Yeming, it’s your wedding tonight. You’re still busy with something?”
“I wasn’t,” Lu Yeming replied and his gaze was tender, “I was just informing Fan Men that according to the traditions, I’ll be taking Ruge with me into the Palace tomorrow morning.”
The Palace?
Tang Mo’er knitted her brows, slightly worried. “Is it going to be dangerous there in the Palace?”
Lu Yeming remained composed. “No, you don’t need to worry, Elder Sis.”
“Mm.” Tang Mo’er nodded, her eyes crinkled into a smile. “Yeming, congratulations on your marriage!”
Looking at her, the corners of Lu Yeming’s lips raised. “Elder Sis, it’s time to change.”
“Change?” Tang Mo’er looked at her own outfit. She was wearing the black fishtail dress Feng Lingxue customized for her, her wavy hair let down with her ravishing face. As the elder sister of the groom, she gave herself a perfect score for tonight.
“Yeming, am I embarrassing you by dressing like this?”
“No, I prepared another gown for you, you can wear both gowns interchangeably.”
…
Ye Ruge and Ah Xiao squabbled as they went into their respective rooms. Since Ye Ruge was his duchess, she wore a red wedding robe and since Ah Xiao was a consort, she could only wear a pink wedding robe.
The pink wedding robe fitted Ah Xiao perfectly, her face was youthful like a freshly-bloomed flower.
Two maids instantly flattered her, “Wow, you’re really stunning.”
“That’s right, you’re just like a fairy that descended from the heavens.”