Fifty welcomes relatives

  After the royal decree was issued, Crown Prince Liu went to visit his fiancée. Chen Hu shut the door and refused to see him.

  Although there was this little episode, the wedding continued smoothly.

  Naji, Na Zheng, please period……, the crown prince's wife thought with hatred, who let you deceive me like this, even if you come again, I will not see you. However, the young man did not enter the door again until the day of the wedding, Chen Hu was dazed and lost.

  Then on May 20th of the summer calendar, the crown prince personally welcomed his new bride.

  According to the Zhou Li, weddings do not involve music or celebrations. As night began to fall, a grand procession of northern soldiers holding spears escorted the prince's sedan chair as it passed through Zhangtai Street. Meanwhile, at the residence of the Marquis of Xuanping, Zhang Yan lit the first lamp of the evening.

  "Niang zi, niang zi," Tao Miao rushed over from outside the mansion excitedly, "I just saw a sedan chair coming out of the west gate of Chang Le Palace. Ah, the Crown Prince is also going to get married! It feels like time has flown by in an instant."

  Time flies like a white horse passing through a crevice, and you can't catch its tail.

  "Hmm." Zhang Yan smiled and responded with a sound, pouring lamp oil, so the light was great, and in an instant, the boudoir was illuminated as bright as daylight.

  "Daughter," Mulan asked timidly, "aren't you happy?"

  "I don't know. It's just that," Zhang Yan said, putting down the lamp in her hand, suddenly feeling uncertain about where to place her hands, and finally slowly placing them on her chest, "it feels a bit empty here."

  Her uncle and Chen Hu walked all the way, she had been watching from the side, pushing, helping, happy for them, until they finally got married today, she heard the horseshoes of their wedding ceremony, suddenly felt a little lost.

  At half past five, under the escort of the northern army, the prince's wedding procession arrived at the gate of the Marquis of Quyi's mansion.

  In the Xuanping Marquis's estate, the fragrance of osmanthus wafted through the air, sweet and refreshing. Zhang Yan lay on her bed, gazing at the intricate embroidery of peony flowers on the crimson canopy above. She thought back to her past life when she stood on the tower, watching as Luomi got into Xiang'er's carriage. Now, her heart felt just like it did then - empty and abandoned, as if discarded by someone.

  In the Quanhou Mansion, Chen Ping instructed his daughter who was about to get married, "Be respectful and obedient, day and night do not disobey orders!" Then her mother, Zhang Shi, came forward, helped Chen Hu adjust her clothes and tie her hair, and advised, "Be diligent and respectful, day and night do not neglect palace affairs!"

  Chen Hu's eyes reddened, she clasped her hands together and bowed down, then stood up again, added another bow, lowered her hands and replied solemnly, "I accept."

  This bow is a farewell to parents.

  From then on, she became someone's wife.

  In the Xuanping Marquis's residence, Zhang Yan played with the little monkey in her palm, smiling to herself: Ah Yan, you're really a child who can't be loved. In this world, no one has to spend their whole life with another person. Just like how she once thought she would never leave Guan Er for her entire life, but in the end, didn't she have to leave anyway?

  No one will pay for another's lifetime, we can only walk through this life by ourselves.

  We must learn to walk through this life on our own.

  Life is always full of prosperity and decline, fleeting beauty.

  In the Quan Yi Hou Fu, a young man in a black robe and a girl with a smile on her face, comforting each other, the girl's heart was at ease, couldn't help but smile back, suddenly remembered she was still angry with him, immediately turned her face away, glared at him.

  Liu Ying held Chen Hu's hand and escorted her all the way to the car, then got on another car and drove off.

  In Xuanping Marquis's residence, Zhang Yan covered her head and thought, at this time, her uncle's welcoming sedan chair should have returned to the West Gate of Changle Palace.

  Others say that I have always been a child with strong possessiveness, liking things and not willing to share them with others. But only I myself know that I am just very insecure. Even I thought that the plane crash of my parents in my previous life had no great impact on me. At that time, I was still too young. However, it wasn't until much later that I realized I couldn't remember their appearance, but I vividly remembered the feeling of helplessness when I received the news. It was as if there was nowhere to hide under heaven or earth. And so, the four words "life is impermanent" were deeply imprinted in my mind.

  So what I care about, I want to grasp tightly. Like a gentle smile, like a loving mother, like you, uncle. But I couldn't grasp it. Nobody can grasp it.

  There has never been a moment when I have been so clearly aware.

  Uncle, you said that if someone really loves me, they won't love me less because of someone else's appearance. Uncle, you said that I need to learn how to love others first before I can receive love from others. I've been working hard to practice this by loving my parents and brother, whether we have the same mother or not. And after opening up my heart, I really found that I can see a wider world.

  I'll wait until I can open up my heart a bit wider, then maybe I'll be able to love this aunt of mine.

  "Is Ah Yan still being stubborn?" asked Ling Hua, walking in with a lantern.

  "Alright." Zhang Yan sat up and looked at her, suddenly speaking out in a pleading tone, "Tang Mei, sing another song for me, will you?"

  "Sing?" Lianlian was somewhat surprised.

  "Uh-huh." Zhang Yan nodded slightly, "It was that night when you sang a song for me."

  "En." Nuo put down the lantern under the couch, sat beside Zhang Yan, and slowly began to sing a song, her eyes distant and sorrowful:

  "The peach tree has blossoms, shining with a rosy glow. Before the door, they do not fall, but float and become straight. Alas, alas!..."

  Eighteen palace lanterns shone brightly in the vast great hall, a faint bitter taste lingering on the tip of the tongue, symbolizing shared hardships and joys. After the communal meal, the palace staff bowed and withdrew from the hall, leaving only the newlywed couple in the grand East Palace bedroom.

  "Huer." Liu Ying grasped the girl's hand, a joy in her heart.

  "Hmph." Chen Huo suddenly opened his eyes, raised an eyebrow and scolded, "Don't call me that. We've met several times, but you deliberately concealed your name and identity from me. You didn't have the slightest intention of being genuine, so why are you calling me in such a familiar way?"

  "It's so unfair." Liu Ying raised her hand, laughing and crying at the same time, "If I really didn't have good intentions, how could you, Hu'er, be sitting here?"

  "Then I should thank you?" Chen Hu sneered, "Since you won't speak the truth to me, why bother saying anything at all?"

  When she was angry, her face was still bright and beautiful. Liu Ying greedily looked at her face, and for a moment, he only felt that it was like the flowing years, like a beautiful flower, all in his hands. If they could spend their lives like this, they would be content. "Most of the time when I go out, I use my mother's surname, not intentionally hiding from you. As for later on, every time I saw you, I was too happy to remember such trivial matters."

  "...The peach tree has blossoms, its spirit is bright and beautiful. If it doesn't wither now, what proof will there be of those who have come? Be careful, I repeat, be careful!" The soft and beautiful singing voice floated in the moonlight of the Xuanping Marquis's residence, as the song came to an end, Tao Miao softly called out, "Young Mistress."

  No one answered her.

  Zhang Yan has fallen asleep.

  The night color is fluttering

  Sweet words and honeyed phrases are what every woman loves to hear; Chen Hu's heart was delighted, as if smeared with honey, sweet, and a smile appeared on her face.

  She leaned against the young man's chest, quietly listening to his heartbeat for a while, then suddenly raised her head and curiously asked Liu Ying, "Among so many good families' daughters in Chang'an City, why did the prince choose me?"

  Liu Ying thought for a moment and said absent-mindedly, "I also can't make it clear."

  Love is a precious thing, two people who were previously unrelated, re-establishing an emotional connection that is even thicker than kinship, from then on, sorrow for him and joy for her.

  Love is a simple thing, no need for reason, no need for conditions. Maybe it's just at the corner of youth, in that fleeting moment, at the right time and place, you look up and see the right person.

  That's all.

  As expected, I was the first one to break through 200,000 words. Tears of joy.

  Giving up on oneself.

  This chapter is a bit short and also has some stream of consciousness. Anyway, it's most suitable to stop here.

  So, I've decided to broadcast another chapter. It'll be updated around 12 o'clock tonight.

  Only three days left before PK, and the time for Pink Ticket's clearance sale is approaching!