The Lady's Sickly Husband

C95. See Through the Vanity of Life

On that night, Fang Taoer was sunk in river.

On that night, Zhang Genbao was detained in the ancestral hall and kneeling as punishment.

On that night, aunt Li lost all her hair. Aunt Fang almost turned blind from crying and pricked a simulated doll all night.

On that night, sister Zhang cleaned up her house, did washing, cleaning and repairing...

Some were too excited to sleep while other sighed. Still others gathered a family meeting to warn the female members not to go out casually and the male members to lead an honest and clean life...

On that night, many didn't fall asleep, including Mo Qianxue.

She sighed how fragile an ancient woman was and how unfair her fate could be. Both were the committers of adultery, but the woman was sunk in river while the man was only grounded in the ancestral hall.

Mo Qianxue lay on the bed, turning and tossing.

What Fang Taoer had said kept replaying and bombing in her mind.

"You have no matchmaker or betrothal gifts..."

"Neither have you worshipped heaven and earth or his parents with Mr. Ning. Nor did you give birth to children for him..."

"How ridiculous that you think you're his legal wife..."

The satire kept snowballing and became clearer and clearer.

Ahhhhhhh! Wasn't she a legal wife? Was it called illicit relations out of wedlock?!

Ning Shaoqing could feel that there was something on Mo Qianxue's mind. He thought she was scared by the event of Fang Taoer being sunk in river, so he reached out and took her into his arms. By the tight hug, he intended to give her some warmth.

"Don't be scared. I'll always be by your side."

The cello-like whisper tickled the ear of Mo Qianxue, who wasn't intoxicated by it as usual but sprang up instantly, "I should live in a different room."

"Why?" Ning Shaoqing smiled and sat up. Fearing that she might catch a cold, he took over a coat to put on her and hugged her again, believing that she was being shy again, "At most...I won't take off your clothes anymore."

Mo Qianxue wasn't in the mood to joke with him right now, "We don't have a matchmaker or betrothal gifts, and we didn't worshipped heaven or earth or your parents. It's not proper that we live together like this."

Ning Shaoqing sensed the seriousness in Mo Qianxue's tone, panicked a little, and his face turned cold at once, "Who said these?"

"It doesn't matter who said these." Restless, Mo Qianxue struggled to get rid of the hug.

"I don't agree!" Ning Shaoqing sounded firm and also serious.

"Based on what?"

"No means no!" Ning Shaoqing's domineering character jumped out again, "Who said we don't have a matchmaker? You marry me as a lucky life, so the village head and elders are our matchmaker. The jade you're wearing is Ning heirloom; it's the betrothal gift.

If you want to worship heaven and earth, we can do it right now. As for worshipping my parents, I'll bring you to meet them in the future. As long as I recognize you as my wife, you're my wife. Why do you care so much about what others said?" As long as he recognized her as his wife, she was his wife?

At first, the autocratic statement sounded sweet and intoxicating. That was right. As long as she was recognized by him as his legal wife, why should she care what others thought? As long as he recognized, and as long as she accepted it.