“Nanny, on my joyous day, let’s not recall unhappy things! Come, let’s go welcome the bride!” Dong Fang Yu stood, wiping away the tears on Gui Nanny’s aged face. His heart felt a bit sour, but he avoided discussing it. Everything had passed, so what was there to reminisce about?
“Yes, yes! Your Highness, this is what the lady entrusted to this old servant!” Gui Nanny pulled out an exquisite handkerchief from her bosom. Though faded, it featured two mandarin ducks. The handkerchief also contained a pair of jade pendants. Gui Nanny choked up: “Years ago, when the lady was leaving, she gave these to me, instructing that if the prince ever got married, to present them to his future wife. These are ancestral treasures, and the lady said that even if she lost her life, she must never lose these precious items!” Tears flowed down her cheeks, unable to cleanse the past pain.
“Nanny, I understand! Let’s go welcome the bride!” Dong Fang Yu playfully winked, using the handkerchief to wipe her tears and holding her rough hands as they walked out of the study.
Beyond this door, he remained cold in others’ eyes, but before Gui Nanny, he was still a child nestling in his mother’s arms. He wanted this cold exterior to protect himself from being hurt, perhaps the greatest sorrow of the royal family.
“The auspicious time has arrived, please send the bride!” Supported by the nannies, Mu Rong Ting Cheng emerged from the red sedan chair, looking enchanting.
Guided by Gui Nanny, Dong Fang Yu gently held Ting Cheng’s delicate hand, walking towards the prince’s residence.
“Cough! Cough!” Ting Cheng coughed softly beneath her wedding veil, her face slightly flushed.
“Ting’er, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Today’s ceremony was not ideal given Ting Cheng’s fragile health, but as the nanny insisted, Dong Fang Yu did not want to disrupt the joy.
“It’s nothing!” Ting’er laughed softly, clutching her handkerchief.
In the crowded gathering, a white flower occasionally flickered. Seeing Dong Fang Yu leading Mu Rong Ting Cheng shattered her heart.
“From ancient times, passionate love breeds endless sorrow!” She laughed coldly, slipping towards Meng Jun mansion’s side door. She knew of a place others wouldn’t notice, a passage she often used to escape.
