Ten Li of Red Makeup
The next day, the princess got married.
It was supposed to be a very festive day in Zhangzhi Hall, but there were no red satin, red lanterns, or any other festive items related to weddings in the hall.
After Concubine Xiao's death, the hall was deserted.
Jing Xuan sat in front of a mirror, wearing a red wedding gown and a red crown. In the mirror, she saw her face with red makeup. Her eyes were gentle, her brows were dignified, and her lips were red like flames.
She let out a bitter sigh.
The palace maid beside her was still putting things on her body, saying, "Your Highness is very beautiful today."
Indeed beautiful!
The genes of the imperial family were not just for show!
When the palace maid inserted a dark green hairpin into her hair, she suddenly shouted, "Wait!"
"Your Highness, do you not like this hairpin?"
She did not speak, but reached out to remove the hairpin from her hair and held it tightly in her hand.
She remembered that this was the item that her Imperial Mother had chosen for her marriage. At that time, she had even asked if she liked it. She had clearly said that she did not like it, but Concubine Xiao had still insisted on including it in her dowry.
Well, she had never had the right to choose!
If it was before, she would have ruthlessly thrown this thing to the ground, but now …
She said, "Wear it in the most conspicuous place."
The palace maid was stunned for a moment, then slowly took the hairpin. According to Jing Xuan's instructions, she removed the golden hairpin on the left side of her hair and replaced it with this dark green hairpin.
Beautiful!
So beautiful!
Jing Xuan slowly smiled.
At this moment, a young eunuch came in and said, "Your Highness, it's time."
She nodded.
The palace maid helped her up and out. Many palace maids and eunuchs were waiting outside, kneeling to congratulate her. "Congratulations, Your Highness."
She looked at the scene in front of her and felt that it was extremely ironic. She calmly walked forward. There seemed to be an endless corridor in front of her. She did not know where she was going. What would her life be like in the future?
She had no idea!
She could only follow the path arranged by others and move forward.
Outside the hall, the wedding procession was very long. The carriage, Luan Cheng, was dazzling and magnificent, befitting of her status as a princess.
Jing Rong stood beside the Luan Cheng, watching Jing Xuan come out.
He went forward and said, "Be careful."
Jing Xuan squeezed out a smile with difficulty. "Thank you, Seventh Brother."
"Silly girl, since you call me Imperial Brother, why are you thanking me?"
Her eyes reddened and she choked with guilt, "I'm sorry for what Imperial Mother and Imperial Brother did to you."
"It's all in the past. There's no need to bring it up again!"
"Seventh Brother …"
"You just have to remember that no matter what happens, it has nothing to do with you. You don't need to feel guilty, and you don't need to bear the burden. Now that you are married to Huyi, you will inevitably encounter difficulties, but the only thing I can give you is to take care of yourself. In the future, you must take good care of yourself."
She nodded.
That's right. Her Imperial Mother used to be famous in the palace, and her Imperial Brother was famous in the court. She, as a princess, married to Huyi, adding gold to Huyi. But now, Concubine Xiao was dead, and Jing Yi was dead. So, at this moment, she was not just a high and mighty princess, but a sinner! She was a sinner that even his father hated.
How could the Huyi people treat her well?
Just by thinking about it, one would know the hardships in the future.
But —
She was originally a dead person, like a puppet. What was there to be afraid of?
Jing Rong told her a lot of things and finally sent her to the carriage. He rode in front and led the wedding procession out of the palace and out of the capital.
The weather was not good, and it began to drizzle.
Ten miles of red makeup dyed the ground red.
Jing Rong could not send her too far, so he could only stop and watch her leave.
That road seemed to be paved with swords and sharp weapons, and Jing Xuan walked on it.
"Xuan 'er, take care."
The wedding procession traveled on the official road for the time it took to burn a stick of incense.
Seeing that they had arrived at Sanli Pavilion, Jing Xuan suddenly shouted, "Stop."
Someone outside heard it and immediately stopped the procession.
"Princess, what's the matter?"
"There's a pavilion on the hill ahead. I want to go up and sit."
She opened the curtain of the carriage and got off the horse. A palace maid immediately held an umbrella over her head.
The palace maid was worried. "Princess, it's raining so heavily. You should go back to the carriage and rest inside."
"It's stuffy and uncomfortable." She looked at the pavilion on the hillside not far away, and her attitude was firm. "You don't have to follow me."
Huh?
"Princess?"
She tilted her head and said to her two palace maids, "You just need to accompany me. The rest of you stay here."
"Yes."
One of the palace maids supported her, while the other one held an umbrella. They slowly helped her up the hill.
There was a pavilion covered with grass.
Although it was simple, it was very sturdy.
Inside the pavilion, Ji Yunshu had been waiting for a long time.
Today, she had changed out of her simple and elegant men's clothing into a light blue dress and a black and white cloak. Because the wound on her neck had not yet healed, she wrapped a thin blanket around it to cover it. Her long hair fell over her shoulders, and she only used a simple hairpin to gently pull the front part of her hair to the back. She looked simple and charming.
That good-looking face had exquisite facial features. Her slightly curved almond-shaped eyes were filled with wisdom. Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly. Her thin and long eyebrows were slightly raised like willows. She had a full and straight nose and delicate crimson lips.
Standing there, she was as beautiful as a painting.
Who wouldn't fall in love with such a woman?
Jing Xuan walked into the pavilion and was shocked by Ji Yunshu's cross-dressing appearance. She then ordered the two palace maids beside her, "Stand back. Don't come in without my permission."
"Yes."
The two palace maids left under the umbrella.
Ji Yunshu bowed. "Greetings, Princess."
The next moment, Jing Xuan immediately held her arm and lifted it up. "There's no one else here. No need to be so polite." She looked at the woman in front of her carefully, smiled, and said, "It's been a long time since we last met, right?"
"Yes."
Indeed, it had been a long time. The last time they met was when Concubine Xiao set up the Hongmen Banquet. She told Jing Xuan, who was madly infatuated with her, that she was a woman. Since then, the two of them had not met again.
"I didn't expect that smart and quick-witted Teacher Ji to be so beautiful in women's clothes."
"Not as good as you, Princess."
"Time passes quickly. In the blink of an eye, it's been almost a year since you came to the capital." Jing Xuan sighed. "It would be great if you were a man. Maybe I wouldn't have to marry to Huyi. The one who would marry me would be you." Her lips were brimming with a longing smile. She looked at the distant foggy hills and said, "No, if you were a man, what would happen to Imperial Brother? The two of you should be together for the rest of your lives. "
"That's right. Everyone in the world has emotions."
Ji Yunshu smiled. "I still have to thank Princess for your help in rescuing Wei Yi."
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