Court Lady | 大唐女儿行 | 丽歌行

1.2 Spring

In front of the Chen family's main entrance, the sound of a suona being played pierced the air as a marriage sedan was lowered to the ground.

The person who came to greet the new bride was not the groom but the First Lady Chen. Her actions were straightforward as she immediately asked for a small temporary tent to be built at the main door.

The sound of the suona stopped as the people around looked at each other in dismay. Amongst them, an impressive looking man stared fervently at the carriage's swaying door curtain. His gaze was expectant.

The Sixth Matchmaker, as she was known by others, mocked, "My bride, there are some debatable rumors about you floating around. For your sake, your mother-in-law wishes to reveal the truth. We have brought an old servant to check you out before you can enter."

Ziyun, who had followed the bride over to her new residence, fumed, "Are you purposely trying to bully my lady? My lady has always been upright and honorable. She has nothing to hide!"

Sixth Matchmaker looked back at the First Lady Chen. First Lady Chen looked scornful. "If she is as pure and clean as you claim, why can't we examine her? If you don't go through with the examination, don't even think about stepping into our door!"

Ziyun argued back, "Why should she!"

Sixth Matchmaker laughed apologetically, "This is also for the bride's own good. If she passes the examination, then everyone will know that she is pure."

Ziyun immediately rebutted, "So if she doesn't go through the examination, does it mean she isn't pure?"

"Ziyun." Fu Rou came out of the carriage, the bright scarlet veil concealing her appearance. Her demeanor was graceful. "I'll go through with the examination."

Fu Rou immediately entered the temporary tent. Everyone stood rooted to the spot as they awaited the results.

Soon, the old servant reappeared. She held back her sleeves, whispering into Sixth Matchmaker's ears. Sixth Matchmaker chuckled and walked up to First Lady Chen. "Congratulations, the bride's body is untouched."

First Lady Chen raised her eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

Sixth Matchmaker wondered why she seemed to detect a hint of disappointment in the First Lady's voice. However, she brushed it aside as she nodded with certainty, "Yes, I am sure."

First Lady Chen snorted softly.

Ziyun helped Fu Rou out of the tent and towards the marriage sedan. Fu Rou acknowledged the urging of the marriage coordinator but did not enter the sedan. Lifting her hand, she suddenly pulled off the red veil covering her face.

Her long black hair fell beside her snow-white face tinted with rouge. Her eyes resembled black gems as her beautiful face seemed to radiate moonlight.

The people gathered in front of the main entrance all gasped in surprise. Behind the door, Sheng Chumu seemed to turn into a fool. Only the impressive looking young man in the crowd had a hint of longing in his eyes.

Fu Rou was indifferent to all that happened. To everyone's shock, she suddenly turned towards the wall, wanting to smash her head against it.

As if in a matter of life or death, a hand grabbed onto Fu Rou and pulled her back. She felt herself get pulled into something warm. She looked up only to stare right into the person's eyes. It was a pair of deep eyes embedded into a handsome face that was illuminated by the sun. She felt slightly out of it.

Sheng Chumu had rescued Fu Rou. In the past, he was always able to present himself well in front of beauties. This time, however, he could only stare in a daze at the small flower that was falling from Fu Rou's hair. He could hear his heart pounding wildly.