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Yuan Yingwu exerted his strength, lifting Liu Ruyi high into the air. With his assistance, Liu Ruyi's fingertips gently brushed against the red silk. The fabric swayed slightly at the touch, producing a faint sound, as if celebrating this small victory. Sunlight filtered through the red silk, casting a warm glow on Liu Ruyi's face, enhancing her beauty.
Mei Xin watched this scene unfold, her previously triumphant expression freezing in an instant. The light in her eyes dimmed, replaced by shock and anger. Her carefully adorned face twisted slightly, and for a moment, it seemed even her makeup took on a sinister quality. However, she quickly regained her composure, forcing a smile that appeared exceedingly unnatural. Yet her cold gaze betrayed her inner resentment. She silently gritted her teeth, calculating that although this plan had failed, there would be plenty of opportunities to trouble Liu Ruyi in the future.
What began as a potentially perilous entrance was deftly transformed into safety by Yuan Yingwu's clever handling. Liu Ruyi landed gracefully, and gratitude surged within her for Yuan Yingwu. She understood that in the complex Duke's Residence, Yuan Yingwu was her pillar of support. Nevertheless, coming from a prominent family, she maintained her dignified demeanor despite the tumult of emotions within her. She nodded slightly and offered an appropriate smile to those around her. She knew this was merely the beginning; countless trials awaited her in the Duke's Residence. But as long as she walked hand in hand with Yuan Yingwu, she felt confident in overcoming every obstacle.
As time passed, the lively banquet and ceremony concluded. With the help of her maid Zhang Yue, Liu Ruyi navigated through the winding corridors to her new room.
The new room was decorated festively; red silk adorned every corner, radiating the atmosphere of a wedding celebration. Zhang Yue gazed at everything with shining eyes and exclaimed, "This truly is the Duke's Residence! Even the cups and utensils are made of gold and silver. This place is three times larger than our Liu Residence! If the Second Miss saw this, she would surely be envious!"
Liu Ruyi gently caressed a beautifully crafted jewelry box on the table and replied calmly, "She will have plenty of time to regret." At that moment, determination and confidence shone in her eyes as if she could already envision Liu Rumeng's remorseful expression in the future.
Meanwhile, at Li Ming's home, Liu Rumeng was filled with displeasure. Looking around the small and dilapidated house, she couldn't help but complain, "I knew his family was poor, but I didn't expect it to be this bad! How can anyone live here?" The furniture inside was simple and crude; the bed board felt as hard as stone—far from what she had imagined for her newlywed life.
Just then, Li Ming cheerfully ran in with a beaming smile: "Wife, every moment of our wedding night is worth a thousand gold! Let's hurry to our bridal chamber!" He reached out to embrace Liu Rumeng.
Liu Rumeng recoiled in disgust and pushed him away angrily. "Get away! Who wants to share a bridal chamber with you? This bed is harder than a coffin board—how can anyone sleep here? You still want to consummate our marriage?"
Li Ming scratched his head awkwardly and said, "Today is our big day; don't you think you're making us a laughingstock?"
Liu Rumeng wore an expression of triumph as she coldly retorted, "Who would laugh at me? That woman who was redeemed by Yuan Yingwu will cause a scene at Duke's Residence tonight. Now that's a real joke!" A malicious glint flickered in her eyes as she imagined Liu Ruyi embarrassing herself at Duke's Residence while secretly reveling in satisfaction.
The woman redeemed by Yuan Yingwu was named Fan Jiao Jiao; she had indeed arrived at Duke's Residence's entrance dressed flamboyantly with heavy makeup and attempted to stride inside.
"What do you want?" The doorman blocked her path with vigilance.
Fan Jiao Jiao immediately exploded with rage and shouted sharply, "Have you lost your mind? I'm the Young Lord's beloved! How dare you stop me?" Her attitude was exceedingly arrogant as she tried to force her way in.
"You're not allowed inside!" The doorman stood firm and pushed her back outside.
"I must see the Young Lord today!" Fan Jiao Jiao began to throw a tantrum at the door, crying and shouting to attract onlookers.
At that moment, Yuan Yinghua and Mei Xin happened to appear near the entrance. Seeing Fan Jiao Jiao's antics infuriated Yuan Yinghua. "What is this woman doing at our door? She's tarnishing our family's reputation."
Mei Xin remained composed; a glint of calculation crossed her eyes as she softly remarked, "Your brother’s wedding night being interrupted by a courtesan will ruin his reputation in the capital. The worse Yuan Yingwu’s reputation becomes, the greater your chances of inheriting the duke title." Her voice was gentle yet each word struck like a knife as she laid out her plans.
"Truly wise of you!" Yuan Yinghua quickly praised his wife while feeling pleased inside; he thought this was indeed an excellent opportunity.
At the entrance, Fan Jiao Jiao continued to demand entry while being blocked by the doorman. Just when they were at an impasse, Mei Xin said decisively, "Let her in!"
"Understood, madam!" The doorman dared not disobey and allowed Fan Jiao Jiao inside. Yuan Yinghua walked away for some reason while Fan Jiao Jiao approached Mei Xin with tear-streaked cheeks and said gratefully, "Thank you so much, madam!"
Mei Xin warmly took Fan Jiao Jiao’s hand and feigned sympathy as she said, "Look how grandly your Young Lord is marrying! By rights, you should have been his first woman. What a pity that once Liu Ruyi establishes herself in Duke's Residence, you'll have no hope left!" Her words dripped with false compassion but inadvertently ignited jealousy within Fan Jiao Jiao’s heart.
Upon hearing this, Fan Jiao Jiao began to cry sorrowfully: "All of this should have been mine."
Mei Xin continued, "I know, but what can we do? You can't just go and disturb their wedding night, can you? If you do, they'll definitely have a big fight. That would ruin their relationship, and that would be terrible!" As she spoke, she observed Fan Jiao Jiao's reaction. The obvious hint made Fan Jiao Jiao stop crying, and a mischievous smile appeared on her face.
Meanwhile, in the bridal chamber, Liu Ruyi was talking to Zhang Yue. Liu Ruyi asked, "Have you prepared the things I asked you to get for tonight?"
"I prepared them a long time ago!" Zhang Yue replied with a grin, handing Liu Ruyi a scroll.
Liu Ruyi took it and immediately blushed with anger. "What? Why did you prepare the Spring Palace Picture? I meant food! Didn't I ask the kitchen to make chicken legs and pig trotters?" She was both embarrassed and furious, not expecting Zhang Yue to prepare such items.
Zhang Yue retorted defiantly, "This is much more important! I've heard that the Young Lord has been training in the military since he was young; his physique is as strong as a dragon and tiger."
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