These strange events occurred in succession, and I couldn’t help but suspect. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, I blocked An Jin’s chestnut horse and shouted, “I’ll marry you. Who’s afraid?”
This bold act was widely celebrated by the gossip-loving people of Yan Feng, who praised me as the first woman in Qi’s history to actively pursue a husband. I decided to go all out, personally bringing back the betrothal gifts.
My mother and sister looked at me as if I were a savior. My father sighed, walked into the study, found a copy of “Female Admonitions”, and burned it in the fire. My older brother held my hand sympathetically, saying emotionally, “Sister, I understand.”
In fact, I didn’t understand myself.
When I was sitting on the wedding bed after the three bows and nine kowtows, I still hadn’t figured out how I had ended up selling myself when I had originally come to confront him.
When An Jin lifted the veil, and that spring-like, proud young man in red entered my vision, I suddenly understood everything. How captivating his appearance was! Since ancient times, even heroes have fallen for beauty, let alone me?
Although I understood, it didn’t mean I could accept it. Even though I had hurt his heart before, causing his resentment, using such methods to disrupt my family was truly despicable. So after drinking the wedding wine with An Jin, I gave him a cold look, expressing my unwillingness to consummate the marriage.
Little did I know, he completely ignored my expression. After drinking the entire wedding wine in one go, he took advantage of the alcohol, blushing as he began to undress me. Honestly, I didn’t want to submit to him. However, we had already performed the wedding rites, received the gifts, and drunk the wine. Refusing now would seem overly dramatic. So I struggled symbolically before being laid on the bed and stripped bare.
Well, I have no principles, and there are still some fantasies and expectations in my heart.
