The Useless Miracle Doctor Consort Is Spoiled Rotten by the Prince!

Chapter 1719: Chapter 1712: Marrying You Makes Every Day Joyful

Leng Muling stepped back from the banquet, not walking far, instead standing on the pavilion, gazing at the table of men dining in the hall.

Their atmosphere was harmonious, as though they were all family.

Leng Muling leaned against the railing, her eyes uncontrollably becoming sore.

"The imperial edict has already been issued, crying now will do you no good."

Yun Sijin stood behind Leng Muling, reminding her aloud.

The tear hanging at the corner of Leng Muling’s eye seemed too heavy to bear and suddenly slid down her cheek.

Her expression was blank. "I never envisioned him sitting at home, sharing a meal with us."

Since the moment she fell in love with Mo Qi, she had faced numerous obstacles.

Her sister entered the palace as an Imperial Consort, her grandfather wanted her to marry well, and her father always thought she was reckless and unruly.

But she knew in her heart that she had fallen for Mo Qi at first sight.

He had come into her life like a dazzling revelation.

But later...

The endless difficulties seemed to purposefully test them.

Her uncle had once said that things easily obtained are also easily lost, holding little value.

Only beauty earned through hardships, trials, and tribulations becomes unforgettable for a lifetime.

She had thought they would eventually have a happy ending.

But unexpectedly, all the twists and turns ended in separation.

Yun Sijin saw the pain in Leng Muling’s eyes and felt a pang of compassion, saying, "If you had tolerated that concubine and her child back then, perhaps now... there wouldn’t be so many regrets."

Even if the relationship was blemished, at least her heart would have been mostly fulfilled.

Leng Muling exhaled heavily and heatedly, "Perhaps. But now, no one has a road back to take."

She turned, leaning weakly against the pillar, her whole body seeming devoid of strength. "When my sister entered the palace, my uncle said the same thing to her. She was resolute, and later could not turn back, meeting such a tragic end.

The path I face now is one I chose for myself.

I don’t know how much pain lies ahead, but at this moment, I know that I am willing and determined to follow through.

The Leng family needs a thorn stabbed into Lu Mian’s heart."

Yun Sijin saw her determination and could only shake her head.

Having grown up with Lu Mian, Yun Sijin knew deeply that what the Leng family needed now wasn’t a thorn in Lu Mian’s heart but rather...

"Madam, isn’t it leisurely of you to be hiding here?"

Zhuo Junli approached with a smile.

After a few drinks, faint redness adorned his handsome face, the smell of alcohol wafting heavily onto Yun Sijin’s nose.

Yun Sijin frowned, pushing him lightly. "Can’t you smell that stench?"

Zhuo Junli held Yun Sijin by the waist intentionally rubbing up against her with his alcohol-laden scent. "I don’t smell it. Madam, do you smell anything?"

He turned to Leng Muling, teasing her, "Ling’er, do you smell anything?"

Leng Muling wiped away the traces of tears at the corners of her eyes. Watching her uncle starting to flaunt affection again, she wisely left immediately.

Yun Sijin looked at her hastily retreating figure, wanting to call after her.

Zhuo Junli pulled her back. "I may be drinking, but I’m not drunk. If you chase after her now to speak, she won’t listen."

"But she and Lu Mian..." Yun Sijin frowned deeply. "Don’t you understand Lu Mian’s temperament? And you still let the two of them behave so recklessly together!"

"Let them cause trouble!" Zhuo Junli sneered lightly. "One willingly entangled, the other petitioning for marriage; neither is innocent. They can cause all the commotion they want!"

"You’re a remarkably careless uncle!"

Yun Sijin glared at him.

She grabbed Zhuo Junli’s waistband, her tone icy. "You invited Commander Mo to dine here; did you send someone to check his house?

Did you confirm the bloodline of that child of his?"

Zhuo Junli, smelling strongly of alcohol, replied, "I didn’t do much, just invited him over for a meal!"

"Zhuo Junli!"

Yun Sijin’s expression turned severe. "I’ll ask you again: have you paid proper attention to Ling’er’s matter?"

Zhuo Junli restrained his jesting manner, wrapping his arms around Yun Sijin’s waist and leaning his nose against hers, his voice heavy. "I am the Prime Minister of this court; what I must concern myself with goes far beyond little Ling’er in our family."

He had many other matters to deal with.

Now that Leng Muling was willing to tangle with Lu Mian, diverting some of his energy—

That was excellent.

On April 15th, Leng Muling and Lu Mian were married.

The wedding ceremony was grand; court officials and numerous members of the royal family attended to offer congratulations, and Chu Heng even sent Chu Jinling to deliver a gift on his behalf.

But the atmosphere at the wedding was strangely eerie.

The Leng family sent Leng Muling off with only one elder present, while the Lu family received the bride before Heaven and Earth without a single elder in attendance.

The Lu parents were both absent.

Leng Muling and Lu Mian bowed to empty air.

Leng Muling entered the bridal chamber with a cold expression on her face, followed by no cheerful chatter from bridesmaids.

Lu Mian, also with a cold face, headed to the wedding banquet.

The court officials observed Lu Mian’s demeanor during the toasts and did not hold back their gossip:

"Is today truly Lord Lu’s wedding? He looks as though he’s mourning!"

"Look at Lord Lu’s dark expression—it’s nearly identical to Commander Mo’s!"

Chu Jinling and Lin Sisi also attended the celebration banquet, and Lin Sisi found it peculiar, "Is Lu Mian really marrying? He looks as if he plans to divorce instead!"

Chu Jinling took Lin Sisi’s hand in reassurance. "When we marry, I promise I will smile brighter than flowers and keep smiling all day long!"

"Won’t your face cramp from smiling so much?" Lin Sisi pinched his cheek.

Chu Jinling shook his head, his voice gentle. "Not at all! Marrying you will make me happy every day!"

The two were entirely oblivious to Lu Mian, wholeheartedly engrossed in their affection.

Instead of watching Lu Mian’s sour face, the madams and young ladies flocked to relentlessly inquire about the blissful couple’s recipe for happiness.

At night.

Leng Muling’s neck and forehead were bruised from the weight of the phoenix crown, leaving her unable to move her neck.

Leng Qiu stood beside her, holding her neck steady, complaining, "Miss, Lord Lu is doing this on purpose, isn’t he? It’s already midnight and he still hasn’t come to lift your veil!

The guests in the mansion have long since left!"

Leng Muling rubbed her neck, her tone serene, "Knowing he’s doing this intentionally, what’s there left to be angry about? Lu Mian won’t let me have a good life."

Lu Mian only wanted to torment her and oppose the Leng family.

Marrying Lu Mian was stabbing a blade into his heart; how could she possibly expect anything but disdain?

"Creak—"

The door to the room was pushed open.

The dragon and phoenix candles in the chamber had already burned out; the light was dim, and Leng Muling, beneath her veil, could barely discern anyone’s identity.

All she saw was a pair of black boots appearing before her, and under the hems of the man’s robe, she noticed the deep green of the fabric.

Lu Mian had taken off the wedding attire.

Leng Muling spoke mockingly, "Oh, husband, how impatient you are. The veil remains untouched, yet the wedding finery is already discarded. Today is the grand celebration of our union; should you not feel joy?"

Lu Mian smirked coldly, "Not as joyous as Commander Mo, of course. I just ordered servants to deliver a case of wedding wine and sweets to Commander Mo’s residence.