Las cosas malas suceden a menudo

Capítulo 78

Qingyun snapped out of her daze and gave an apologetic smile.

"Madam, you've been distracted so many times!" Ziyi grumbled somewhat discontentedly, as she continued to pick up her paintbrush and gently draw Qingyun's eyebrows, her expression meticulous and focused.

Seeing Ziyi's focused expression, Qingyun suddenly smiled and said, "If Ziyi were a man, I would definitely marry you."

Zi Yi paused, her hand holding the paintbrush trembling slightly, and a thin black mark appeared skewed. She quickly wiped it away gently with a handkerchief, her movements slightly shaking.

After wiping it away, Ziyi forced a smile and said, "Madam, please don't scare Ziyi. If the Lord finds out, even nine lives wouldn't be enough for Ziyi."

“I’m serious. If a man can have the same focused expression as Ziyi when he’s drawing a woman’s eyebrows, then that man is definitely someone you can entrust your life to.”

Zi Yi smiled, "When the Lord draws your eyebrows, he will definitely be more focused than I am. My lady, I think the Lord is a man worthy of entrusting your life to, and he will only have you for the rest of his life. After you get married, you will be very happy."

Suddenly, Qingyun looked at Ziyi with a very strange expression.

After a long while, she asked, "Ziyi, do you like Jun Wuhen?"

Zi Yi was taken aback, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Madam, even if you gave me a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare to fall for the Lord. I only wish for your happiness, and that would be enough for me."

"Are you happy..." Qingyun murmured softly, lowering her eyes.

Zi Yi continued to dress up Qingyun.

Originally, Ziyi was not the only maid who was supposed to dress up Qingyun today, but Qingyun didn't like too many people, so she told Jun Wuhen, and Jun Wuhen agreed.

"Madam, it's time to change into your wedding dress." Normally, the wedding dress should have been changed before the makeup was done, but the madam insisted on doing her makeup first. "This wedding dress was commissioned by the Lord at great expense to be made by the best weaver in Maple City; it's filled with the Lord's heartfelt sentiments!"

Qingyun stared at the wedding dress on the bed for a long time. Then she nodded heavily, a hint of sadness in her eyes. He shouldn't have forgotten…

Volume Two: Fate Descends to the Separate Palace, Yet a Happy Marriage Arrives (Part 2)

Amidst everyone's anticipation, the grand wedding of the Martial Arts Master took place.

Before dawn, the palace was already brightly decorated and filled with festive cheer, and those who had received invitations arrived one after another. Jun Wuhen, who was greeting guests outside, also broke into a rare smile. The coldness in his eyes, which he usually kept hidden, completely disappeared on this joyous day, replaced by endless laughter, like a clear sky after a storm.

Meanwhile, on Qingyun's side—"Miss...Miss..." Ziyi stopped drawing Qingyun's eyebrows, gently tugged at her clothes, and called out with concern.

Qingyun snapped out of her daze and gave an apologetic smile.

"Miss, you've been daydreaming so many times!" Zi Yi grumbled somewhat discontentedly, as she continued to pick up her paintbrush and gently draw Qingyun's eyebrows, her expression meticulous and focused.

Seeing Ziyi's focused expression, Qingyun suddenly smiled and said, "If Ziyi were a man, I would definitely marry you."

Zi Yi paused, her hand holding the paintbrush trembling slightly, and a thin black mark appeared skewed. She quickly wiped it away gently with a handkerchief, her movements slightly shaking.

After wiping it away, Ziyi forced a smile and said, "Miss, don't scare Ziyi. If the Lord finds out, even nine lives wouldn't be enough for Ziyi."

“I’m serious. If a man can have the same focused expression as Ziyi when he’s drawing a woman’s eyebrows, then that man is definitely someone you can entrust your life to.”

Zi Yi smiled, "When the Lord draws your eyebrows, he will definitely be more focused than I am. Miss, I think the Lord is a man you can entrust your life to, and he will only have you for the rest of his life. After you get married, you will be very happy."

Suddenly, Qingyun looked at Ziyi with a very strange expression.

After a long while, she asked, "Ziyi, do you like Jun Wuhen?"

Zi Yi was taken aback, her expression a mix of amusement and exasperation. "Miss, even if you gave me a thousand lives, I wouldn't dare to fall for the Lord. I only wish for your happiness, and that would be enough for me."

"Are you happy..." Qingyun murmured softly, lowering her eyes.

Zi Yi continued to dress up Qingyun.

Originally, Ziyi was not the only maid who was supposed to dress up Qingyun today, but Qingyun didn't like too many people, so she told Jun Wuhen, and Jun Wuhen agreed.

"Miss, it's time to change into your wedding dress." Normally, the young lady should have changed into her wedding dress first before getting ready, but she insisted on getting ready first. "This wedding dress was commissioned by the Lord at great expense to be made by the best weaver in Maple City; it's filled with the Lord's heartfelt wishes!"

Qingyun stared at the wedding dress on the bed for a long time. Then she nodded heavily, a hint of sadness in her eyes. He shouldn't have forgotten…

Suddenly, Ziyi gasped softly. Her face was pale, and she lowered her head, her voice barely audible. "Miss... Ziyi forgot to tell you something."

"What is it?"

Ziyi pursed her lips before saying, "Yesterday, when I went out, I met a woman in white. The woman in white gave me a light red bundle and told me to make sure it was delivered to Miss. Because there were so many things to do yesterday, so..."

Qingyun's eyes lit up instantly, like a lamp suddenly lit in the dark night.

She sat up abruptly, grabbed the purple-clad woman's hand tightly, and asked urgently, "Where is the bundle?"

Zi Yi pursed her lips, her eyes filled with a complex light: "Zi Yi, go and get it."

A moment later, the woman in purple brought over the bundle.

Qingyun immediately opened the bundle, and a bright red wedding dress slipped into her hands.

The wedding dress was as red as fire, as light as gauze, and as smooth as water; every stitch was filled with deep affection.

Qingyun held her wedding dress in both hands, her hands trembling slightly, her clear eyes glistening with a hint of moisture, and a smile that came from the bottom of her heart curving her lips.

“Miss, this…” Zi Yi bit her lip slightly.

Noticing the presence of outsiders, Qingyun blinked away the tears in her eyes and instructed, "I know what I'm doing. Ziyi, please step back. I can handle the rest."

Purple Robe hesitated, then said, "Miss..."

Qingyun put down her wedding dress and pushed Ziyi out, saying, "I will take care of the rest. If Jun Wuhen blames me, don't worry, I'll handle everything."