That's a very subtle statement. Given Luo Zhiheng's infatuation level and appearance, who can guarantee that she's still a virgin? If Luo Zhiheng wasn't a virgin when she came in, you can't come and cause trouble for the Mu family.
Xia Beisong gradually calmed down, but still looked at Luo Zhiheng, whose head was covered by a veil, with heartache and resentment. Although he was angry at Luo Zhiheng for her foolishness, he was willing to endure it for the sake of her reputation.
Ah Heng, just bear with it for a bit, your cousin will definitely get you back as soon as possible.
"What's going on?" the prince asked, frowning.
Mu Yunjin laughed loudly, "Father, this is Xia Beisong, the eldest grandson of General Xia, who guards the north. We are comrades-in-arms. Among our peers in the army, only General Xia can rival me."
The prince laughed and said, "Oh? So you are General Xia's grandson. Please take a seat with Yun Jin. You must have a few more drinks."
Xia Beisong's face was tense, but he still bowed to the prince and looked at Luo Zhiheng with lingering affection, completely forgetting about Luo Ningshuang.
Everyone stared strangely at the odd woman who kept her head down, while Luo Ningshuang glanced at Luo Zhiheng, who stood obediently, her eyes filled with malice. She had thought she could finally make sure Luo Zhiheng couldn't recover, but her cousin's return had disrupted her plans. It seemed she would have to take matters into her own hands to make Luo Zhiheng's marriage to the Mu family a certainty. That way, she could escape the hellish Mu family forever.
But when Luo Ningshuang's gaze fell on Mu Yunhe beside her, she couldn't help but feel a moment of disorientation. He was still as handsome as ever. Everyone said that the most handsome man in the Mu Dynasty was Mu Yunjin, but they didn't know that the real jewel was Mu Yunhe, who was tormented by illness and forced to live in the shadows.
But so what if he's handsome? He's destined to die young. Luo Ningshuang wants a glamorous and fulfilling life. How can she let a short-lived ghost hold her back?
At this moment, a commotion gradually arose among the people closest to the gate. They exchanged messages, their expressions turning strange as they looked at the bride standing in the hall. Soon, the news reached the ears of the prince and princess. Meanwhile, Luo Ningshuang, standing in the center of the courtyard, revealed a confident smile.
The rumors came at just the right time; let her add fuel to the fire of this wedding.
"What? Is this really true?" the prince roared, his face turning ashen.
The steward said tremblingly, "This servant dares not lie. I don't know how this news got out. It's already spreading like wildfire outside. Many people are gathered outside the palace to watch the spectacle, and the ministers have also heard about it."
"How could this be? Absurd, utterly absurd!" The princess trembled, muttering in disbelief. Her eyes, however, held no tenderness as she looked at the bride.
Amidst the gossip and whispers, Luo Zhiheng felt incredibly uncomfortable. She could feel the gazes directed at her from all directions. She was extremely nervous; she had made herself feel almost invisible. Had these people discovered she was a ghost? Luo Zhiheng's palms sweated, her eyes darted around, and her brain raced. What should she do? Although she was a ghost, she didn't seem to possess any powerful magic, so she couldn't scare them away. Should she tell the truth? But they definitely wouldn't understand or believe she meant no harm; they might immediately have someone drag her out of this body, sprinkle her with yellow wine and realgar, and burn her to death. Damn it, nothing she did was satisfying! She might as well just fight her way out, even if it meant certain death!
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014 A fangirl paired with a tuberculosis patient
Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:13 Word Count: 1560
As Luo Zhiheng was lost in thought, rumors had already swept through the palace. Seeing that the matter was quickly becoming known to everyone and could no longer be concealed, the prince had no choice but to speak authoritatively: "Then, bride, I ask you, what is your name?"
Luo Zhiheng was stunned. Wasn't the bride herself? She answered almost subconsciously, "Luo Zhiheng." Her name was Luo Zhiheng, a name given to her by her father. At this moment, what made her happiest was that the owner of this body was also named Luo Zhiheng.
It’s over!
Mu Yunjin and Xia Beisong's expressions changed instantly. The entire audience erupted in uproar!
Everyone knows that the young prince is to marry Luo Ningshuang, a renowned and talented woman in the capital, today. The rumor that just surfaced is that Luo Zhiheng almost killed her younger sister and impersonated her in the marriage. At this moment, Luo Zhiheng has practically confessed.
This is utterly absurd! How can there be such a despicable and wicked person? She actually harmed her own sister out of jealousy that she married first, and even stole her sister's fiancé. Luo Zhiheng's behavior is utterly outrageous.
Mu Yunhe was equally surprised. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman he had just married, who was now officially his wife. Was she not the one he was supposed to marry? But Luo Zhiheng, was she that infamous womanizer?
"How dare you! You are Luo Zhiheng? Then how could you marry my son? The matchmaker clearly stated that the bride is Luo Ningshuang, the second daughter of the Luo family. How do you explain this?" the prince roared, his voice like thunder, carrying a terrifying power.
Luo Zhiheng, however, was not afraid at all. She even curled her lip and said, "Who knows what happened? It was this Luo Zhiheng who insisted on marrying me, not me marrying your son." But this prince seemed to be very powerful, and she couldn't be foolish enough to confront him head-on. So she lowered her voice and said, "I don't know what happened either. I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up, we were having the wedding ceremony here."
At this moment, Luo Zhiheng had a sly smile on her face under the veil. She was being mischievous and would find a way to get back at those who bullied her, no matter what the outcome. She couldn't let go of that guy who had treated her so rudely earlier.
"That damned woman! She's about to die and she's dragging him down with her!" Mu Yunjin gritted his teeth in anger, but had no choice but to step forward and say, "Father, this is what happened..." He briefly recounted Luo Zhiheng's attack, emphasizing that Luo Zhiheng had beaten Luo Ningshuang almost to death, and then added, "Luo Ningshuang is in such a state that she can't hold a wedding ceremony. I'm really worried that even if she came, she wouldn't bring good luck to my brother, but would instead bring him trouble. So I took it upon myself to think that we should make the best of a bad situation and at least bring my brother a healthy wife."
That cunning fox! He speaks so sweetly. With such words, although he was wrong, he gained a good reputation for loving his younger brother and protecting his family, while Luo Zhiheng became even more wicked in his eyes.
Luo Zhiheng ground her teeth so hard they made a clanging sound, wishing she could scratch that man into a mountain of five fingers. The men of their prominent families during the Republic of China era were all very cultured, and those who had returned from studying abroad were especially gentlemanly. They would never kick a woman when she was down like this. This man was really annoying.
Everyone was astonished by this bizarre event, but no one dared to say anything more. The prince's face was as dark as if it were dripping with water. However, just when everyone thought that this bride would definitely be returned, Mu Yunhe, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "Father, your son does not have the strength to perform the wedding ceremony again, so let's go with her. A lovesick fool paired with a sickly person, it's a perfect match."
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015 Get lost, stay away from me.
Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:14 Word Count: 1524
Unexpectedly, such a major matter was resolved by a single sentence from Mu Yunhe, who had tricked the enraged prince into letting the matter drop. Although the prince and princess were angry, they couldn't bear to refuse any of Mu Yunhe's words. Besides, the ceremony was already complete; they were now husband and wife. This was also a wedding to bring good fortune to their son, unlike ordinary weddings. Once the ceremony was held, there was no going back. Therefore, even if they disliked and resented Luo Zhiheng, they had to endure it.
The farce happened quickly and was resolved just as quickly. Everything went back to normal, except that the bride changed from Luo Ningshuang to Luo Zhiheng at that moment.
Unchangeable!
Luo Ningshuang didn't expect things to go so smoothly. She hadn't even done anything yet, and the best result she had anticipated had already occurred.
Xia Beisong was completely dumbfounded. How could this be? His Aheng had inexplicably become someone else's bride? Xia Beisong was furious and his eyes turned red, but Mu Yunjin was watching him closely. Seeing that he was about to cause a scene at the wedding, Mu Yunjin unexpectedly pressed Xia Beisong's pressure points and quickly took the stiff Xia Beisong away.
In the bridal chamber, Luo Zhiheng was still in a daze. She had clearly felt that it was a very dangerous moment, so how could she have been unharmed after that man said something so casual?
"You may all step back," came Mu Yunhe's voice. Silence fell. Luo Zhiheng felt a mix of nervousness and curiosity when suddenly a heart-wrenching cough erupted from the other side.
The cough was muffled, the pain seeming to spread through the air and choke Luo Zhiheng, making her feel suffocated as well. Her fingers unconsciously twisted together, and she tentatively asked, "Hey, are you alright?"
The only response she received was an even more violent cough. Luo Zhiheng felt her lungs were aching. When she was sure there was no one else in the room, she boldly lifted her bridal veil a little. Her bright, watery eyes blinked under the veil, curiously and warily surveying her surroundings. Her gaze was pure and innocent, like a little deer that had accidentally wandered into a maze.
Mu Yunhe, coughing so hard he could barely breathe, suddenly saw her movements and her bright, moist eyes, brimming with life and vitality—a light he could only dream of. He paused, and for a moment it seemed as if a gentle breeze had drifted by, swirling around his breath, even easing the excruciating pain in his chest.
Luo Zhiheng had obviously noticed him too, and her eyes widened. Suddenly, she ripped off her veil and nimbly jumped to Mu Yunhe's side, squatting down with her fair fingers almost touching his cheek. After a long pause, she blurted out, "You're so beautiful! You'd be perfect as my wife!"
A warm and healthy light wafted towards him, a light that Mu Yunhe had longed for but could not obtain. The beast that had been lurking deep within his tormented eyes suddenly felt an urge to awaken, a desire that made him want to... tear her healthy radiance apart and make her suffer with him!
A tingling, numbing pain shot through him. He felt guilty for his wickedness, yet also deeply jealous of the girl's healthy, radiant appearance. After a long pause, he finally managed to utter, "Get lost, stay away from me!"
Luo Zhiheng froze. Why were all the handsome men she liked so annoying? Her temper flared up, and she stood up abruptly, throwing down her veil with great force. Hands on her hips, she snapped, "You dare tell me to get lost? It's your good fortune that I praise your beauty. I can't be bothered with any of the men who want my praise!"
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016 The pragmatic Luo Zhiheng
Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:15 Word Count: 1552
Seeing her vibrant and energetic appearance filled Mu Yunhe with disgust, and her bandit-like demeanor only made her more irritating. His life was nearing its end, and having to face a little girl as radiant as the rising sun every day only intensified Mu Yunhe's despair.
Those who never experience illness can never understand the pain of its torment; those who never suffer hardship will never know the wounds it brings; those who never face death will never know that every darkness may be the despair of impending death!
How could he calmly face such a vibrant, sunny, and healthy young wife?
"Get out of my way!" Mu Yunhe suddenly pushed Luo Zhiheng away in a fit of rage. Luo Zhiheng stumbled but was unharmed, while he fell to the ground due to weakness. Then came a heart-wrenching cough, each cough a tear of blood.
"How can you be so unreasonable! I..." Luo Zhiheng glared at him, raising her hand as if to strike with a whip a thousand times over, but she didn't have a whip in her hand, and she really couldn't bring herself to do it. She slowly lowered her hand, gently poked Mu Yunhe's shoulder, and asked cautiously, "Hey, are you alright? Should I go find someone?"
Just as she was about to stand up, Mu Yunhe suddenly grabbed her wrist with unexpected strength. Luo Zhiheng looked down and met Mu Yunhe's stubborn and painful eyes, which were suddenly raised. There were too many intense emotions clashing in his eyes. Luo Zhiheng seemed to be hit by his tangled gaze, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Don't go! Don't let anyone in." Mu Yunhe's voice trembled slightly. He didn't want to make his mother sad again today. Just this one day, let her be happy on her son's wedding day. He, this unfilial son, had brought his mother only endless sadness and tears since he was a child.
"But you..." You'll cough yourself to death like that. Luo Zhiheng hesitated for a moment, suppressing her outspoken nature for the first time.
"Help me up and get to bed," Mu Yunhe commanded.
Luo Zhiheng had originally intended to help him up, but upon hearing that he dared to order her around, she released his hand and sneered condescendingly, "Don't try to order me around. I'm not your maid or servant!"
"You are my wife!" Mu Yunhe said calmly and indifferently, then looked at her with a cold gaze.
"That's not..." I! The word "I" stuck in her throat. Foolish Heng'er, you absolutely can't let anyone know you're possessed by a ghost! She thought of her current vulnerability, and how this place was even more particular about etiquette and superstition than the Qing Dynasty. Being in this royal palace, she had to be even more careful.
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. Although her husband seemed easy to bully, his gaze was too ruthless, and he had powerful backing. The prince and princess could crush her with a single finger. Clearly, she was no match for him, and she had to be pragmatic.
With a quick glance, Luo Zhiheng smiled and helped Mu Yunhe up. However, whether Mu Yunhe did it on purpose or was genuinely exhausted, he leaned almost his entire weight on her, nearly causing her to strain her back. After struggling to settle him on the bed, Mu Yunhe said coldly, "I need to rest. Don't disturb me, and don't make any noise."
Luo Zhiheng saw him close his eyes, wrinkled her nose and snorted softly. Her little head turned around and she suddenly noticed a bronze mirror next to her. She carefully walked over to it.
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017 Each person in the same room harbors their own thoughts.
Updated: 2013-06-06 20:01:15 Word Count: 1501
Standing before the bronze mirror, Luo Zhiheng felt a little guilty, her hands covering her face. She was a ghost now, possessing someone else's body; she wondered what she looked like. She carefully separated her delicate white fingers, squinting at her reflection. Gradually, she lowered her hands, staring blankly at the person in the bronze mirror—such a beautiful face!
Her eyebrows were slightly raised, but the shape was beautiful, making her look mischievous. Her big, round eyes were like cat's eyes, and her delicate nose and bright red lips made her even more radiant and beautiful in her wedding dress.
Although the twin sister in her mind had the same face as her, Luo Zhiheng thought she was more beautiful after just one glance. In her memory, Luo Zhiheng was eighteen years old this year. Because her father was away fighting a war, and there was no one in the family to arrange things, the sisters' marriages had been repeatedly delayed.
Luo Zhiheng from the Republican era was only seventeen years old when she died, a year younger than the original owner of this body. Moreover, the Luo Zhiheng who transmigrated had long forgotten what a proper young lady should do. She became a bandit at a young age and grew up in a bandit's den. She had a straightforward and cheerful personality and never beat around the bush. She also grew up surrounded by a group of men shouting and fighting all day long. In such a joyful and unrestrained atmosphere, it was a blessing from heaven that Luo Zhiheng did not become a tomboy.
In short, Luo Zhiheng, who transmigrated from another world, still retains a naivety in her personality. However, because she was born in a chaotic era and has witnessed real bloodshed, death, and reality, she is not merciful to everyone. Her soul has matured a lot in such a turbulent era.