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Sitting in the carriage, San Chun kept tugging at her clothes. Such flowing garments would look graceful on a beauty, but paired with her current ugly face, it felt awkward no matter how one looked at it.
As soon as they got into the carriage, Dong Cheng sighed, "You shouldn't go out at night; scaring people is one thing, but scaring dogs would be bad."
Spring Heart was not annoyed; after all, this was not her face. Scaring dogs was fine by her.
Upon arriving at the Prefectural Office, there were many people standing from the entrance to inside, seemingly waiting to greet some distinguished guest. She suddenly felt a bit anxious, as if she were attending a banquet at Hongmen.
The hall was filled with many people. Besides Zhong Xue, there was an old man with white eyebrows and white hair sitting in the prominent seat on the left. The old man was drinking tea when he saw San Chun and suddenly spat out a mouthful of tea.
A finger, resembling a piece of white bark from an old tree, pointed at her nose. "Is your woman her?"
Zhong Xue nodded, "Indeed, what does Uncle think?"
Fu Ling didn't know what to say and after a while managed to utter, "Lord's tastes are quite... unique."
Zhong Xue chuckled lightly, "Everyone has their preferences; Uncle shouldn't make fun of it. Who let This Lord like... this kind of face." He looked gently at San Chun; it was truly remarkable that he could express such affection towards this face.
Fu Ling had originally thought she might be some celestial beauty and wanted to assess whether she would affect Lord Jun's great ambitions. Unexpectedly, she looked like this, which immediately lessened his worries and replaced them with an expression that was both amused and bewildered.
Zhong Xue smiled and said, "This woman is extraordinary; not only is she well-versed in Military Strategy, but she is also highly skilled in martial arts. She will surely become my capable assistant."
Fu Ling nodded, "If that's the case, then it's excellent. Before great ambitions are achieved, one must not indulge in romantic feelings. I find this woman quite pleasing; if you truly like her, just pick a date to get married."
He yawned as if feeling quite sleepy.
Zhong Xue hurriedly said, "Uncle must be tired from the journey; please stay in the residence to rest today. We will see you off tomorrow."
"Very good." Fu Ling walked out, glancing at San Chun one last time as she left. Up close, she seemed even uglier and more unsettling.
He shivered, increasingly convinced that he had chosen well with this daughter-in-law. A woman should be a bit ugly to avoid attracting trouble.
Dong Cheng watched him pass by and was about to slip away when he heard Fu Ling say, "Military Advisor, how much water did you mix into the carriage you gave me?"
Dong Cheng smiled obsequiously, "No water, just wood. It's good wood, golden silk nanmu, hard and resistant to decay."
Fu Ling shot him a glare. "The military expenses are high these days; this carriage is for you." Then she added, "For you to use as a coffin."
It’s resistant to decay? A coffin is what really lasts.
He rubbed his nose, feeling cursed. He couldn't really blame himself; if anyone was to blame, it was Zhong Xue. It was he who had asked for the most luxurious carriage possible, and it had to be extravagant yet economical—an impossible task.
If someone truly offered it to him, he couldn't refuse. Shaking his head with a sigh, he walked out, thinking that anyone who didn't leave now would be a fool.
In the hall, only San Chun and Zhong Xue remained. They exchanged glances—one pursed her lips while the other pouted, neither speaking.
Finally, San Chun couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "What exactly is going on? Who was that just now?"
"My uncle."
"Whose uncle?"
"My uncle."
"You still have relatives?" She thought he only pretended to be someone else's uncle.
"He's not a relative; he's my mother's brother-in-law. He saved my life back then, and thanks to him, I was able to gain power in the Wei Kingdom."
Seeing her lips still pouting as if she were tying a donkey, he advised, "Alright, stop being angry. Since the elder has already met you, there's nothing to be shy about. Just follow me from now on."
San Chun snorted lightly, "Don't get your hopes up. We've only met once; it's impossible to talk about marriage."
"Do you really think you don't have feelings for me?"
Do I not? She didn't know how to answer. She didn't want to lie to herself; she truly had feelings for him, or perhaps she had always been unwilling to admit it, but her heart had already answered honestly.
Thinking this in her heart, she said with her mouth, "Let's talk about this later."
"There won't be a later. Do you think just because Uncle nodded, you can run away? He's not like me; he won't indulge you."
"Is he harder to deal with than you?"
Zhong Xue surprisingly nodded.
She couldn't believe it; it's rare to find someone in the world who is more difficult to handle than him.
Zhong Xue said, "You should stay here tonight. Tomorrow, after Uncle leaves, you can return to the military camp."
San Chun didn't insist on leaving anymore. He treated her well enough, and there was no need to make things difficult for him.
After arranging San Chun in a side room and looking at her face, Zhong Xue felt quite uncomfortable. "Can you please take off whatever's on your face? It's really frightening."
San Chun shook her head; of course, she couldn't do that. She needed it for self-defense.
Dong Cheng In this state, taking her out at night for theft prevention and putting her on the bed for contraception would make any man have no thoughts about her. Of course, his last words were, “Lord Jun must have had his head struck by lightning to look at you.”
With this face, it’s strange that Zhong Xue could have any “interest” in her.
Zhong Xue sighed, not knowing what was wrong with her head, how she couldn’t understand why marrying him was a bad thing.
After instructing the maid to take good care of her, he returned to his room.
In this unfamiliar place, San Chun couldn’t sleep for a while, so she wandered around the courtyard with the maid.
The maid said, “Sister, it’s not safe here at night; it’s better for you to stay in.”
“What? Is there a ghost here?”
“Who knows?”
There were no ghosts, but this was indeed the territory of the State of Chu, and having one or two assassins or blind thieves was inevitable. Lord Jun rarely called her out unless necessary, but evidently San Chun had no intention of listening to her.
She stepped out of the room and walked casually along the path. After just experiencing a military disaster, the residence appeared somewhat chaotic, with flowers and trees askew and no one to tidy up. As she walked, she suddenly saw a woman standing ahead, dressed in flowing white garments under the moonlight.
San Chun approached and was about to speak when the woman suddenly turned her head. Just that glance made San Chun lose two of her three souls, with only one barely hanging on to keep her from collapsing.
It truly resembled a ghostly face, half red and half black, looking like an evil spirit just dug up from a grave.
Before she could scream, the woman screamed first, “There’s a ghost…”
San Chun touched her own face; it indeed had the potential to be ghostly and would scare anyone at night. But no matter how frightening it was, it couldn’t compare to her, right?
The woman turned and ran, shouting as she fled. The commotion attracted many guards from the residence, and several of them witnessed two ghosts running away, one on each side. They were all greatly alarmed, and from that moment on, rumors spread about the Prefectural Office being haunted. It was said that there were two ghosts, one male and one female, each more terrifying than the other. When the two ghosts locked eyes, they were both frightened by each other. As the story spread, it became increasingly exaggerated, eventually claiming that the Prefectural Office was filled with ghosts—those of the people from the State of Chu who had been killed and were seeking revenge.
In the end, it was confirmed that this was a deliberate rumor spread by someone with ill intentions. Zhong Xue was furious about this and ordered a thorough investigation into those spreading the rumors. As a result, this newly war-torn city was thrown into chaos once again, and later generations referred to this incident as: The Bloodshed Caused by Two Ghosts.
This was all in the future; at this moment, San Chun had no idea that she would cause such a stir.
She was simply startled and returned to her room, still panting. She couldn't help but think to herself that there really were people in the world who looked as ugly as ghosts.
The woman thought even more that there were indeed people in the world who were uglier than her.
San Chun initially thought she could leave after staying one night, so she prepared to go out early in the morning after washing up.
Just as she was about to leave, a maid rushed over to inform her that Mr. Fu wanted to see her.
What did Mr. Fu want with her? She wondered. However, considering he was Zhong Xue's uncle, she felt she had no choice but to go.
As soon as Mr. Fu saw her, he asked, "What is your name? Where is your home? Who is in your family? Who did you learn from?"
San Chun didn't know how to answer. Her name was something she had made up herself; how could she have so many details? After thinking for a moment, she crafted a story based on her identity as "Chun." She said she was from the Yan People, living outside the capital with an elderly mother, an older brother, and a sister-in-law. Her brother had been away at war for several years without returning; their family missed him dearly. When conscription came around, he joined the army in hopes of finding his brother.
This story had been in her mind for quite some time; she always hoped to have such an identity—just a simple farmer with a mother and siblings, living happily together.
After listening to her story, Mr. Fu nodded and asked who taught her martial arts. She replied that it was her father who taught her; he had once been a swordsman from the State of Yan.
Zhong Xue listened to her weave this tale. If he hadn't known her background well, he might have been deceived by her convincing manner. He thought to himself how this Girl had learned such tall tales; they sounded quite believable.
Mr. Fu glanced at Zhong Xue and asked, "Is she really that good?"
Zhong Xue smiled and nodded, "Indeed."
Kazama couldn't help but smirk; there was truly no honest person among them.
With so many people vouching for her, Mr. Fu naturally believed it. He said, "Although this woman comes from a humble background, she is quite loyal and filial, much better than those Concubines you had in your household before. There's no day better than today; you should marry her now to ensure early offspring for the family line."
What kind of play is this? San Chun looked at Zhong Xue, who turned her head as if she hadn't seen.
The marriage was indeed what he sought. He feared that if his uncle discovered San Chun's identity, it would lead to complications. He would never allow her to marry a deceased prince's consort, and even now, Ju Dan's status wasn't good either. Moreover, she was too carefree, while his uncle had always favored those who were less attractive. Many of the Concubines in his previous household had been dealt with secretly by him. So it was better to solidify the situation first.
San Chun disagreed; she was merely a guest here, so how could she just muddle through to get married?
Just as she was about to speak, Mr. Fu had already stood up and walked out.
She couldn't help but grumble internally; this old man was truly domineering, not even allowing her to speak.
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