Most likely something about An Jin not even waiting for her husband’s body to go cold before remarrying, and quickly becoming a concubine in the Eastern Palace, showing a fickle and opportunistic nature. For these rumors, she not only did not resist but hoped they would spread further and faster.
Due to disagreements over releasing them and marrying the concubine, the atmosphere between the Eastern Palace and the Qi Emperor had become tense. She also did not forget to occasionally meet with the Eastern Palace, chat with him about life and ideals, and inadvertently add more wounds to his increasingly deteriorating relationship with the Qi Emperor.
Being a provocative and poisonous woman felt really good.
During this month, she thought of many ways to escape. The challenge was how to escape from Yanfeng City with just their family’s strength. Even if they were lucky enough to escape Yanfeng, would they force the entire family to live a life of displacement and exile? This was clearly not a long-term solution.
Her parents had not blamed her, but they could not help feeling guilty. She needed a foolproof plan.
If An Jin truly could not come, she would have to go along with the plan, marry into the Eastern Palace, and continue to try to turn the father and son against each other.
A month passed. Waiting proved futile, and An Jin never appeared.
Once again donning the rosy veil, her heart was like still water. This was not a wedding, just a transaction.
While dressing in front of the mirror, she suddenly felt her expression was unfamiliar. The palace matrons knelt beside her, helping her put on a string of pure white pearls; the hairdressing official spoke flattering words.
It didn’t matter. Her younger sister held her hand, eyes slightly red.
The Eastern Palace did not go back on his word, using the highest standard for receiving a concubine, bringing her into the palace. Performing the three bows and nine kowtows, her mind was elsewhere, only wanting to finish quickly and thinking about the next step.
Red candles flickered, the moment of the bridal chamber.
Xia Zhiyuan gently lifted the red silk from his head. At that instant, they both froze.
