Lu Yeming glanced sideways, it was Ye Ruge.
Ye Ruge was wearing a red dress, her voluptuous figure was extremely alluring.
"Why is there a footprint on your trousers?"
Ye Ruge quickly bent down, taking out a handkerchief to wipe the footprint off Lu Yeming's trousers.
Lu Yeming looked at her expressionlessly. "Are you done trying on the wedding dress?"
A sweet smile appeared on Ye Ruge's face. "Mm, I'm done trying it on. It's a good fit. Master Ahma's custom-made dresses are naturally the best. Yeming, thank you, I like it very much."
"It's good that you like it. I still have something on, I'll be leaving now."
Lu Yeming walked away, leaving the place.
Ye Ruge was a little disappointed. They were about to get married, but he was still so cold towards her.
…
Lu Yeming arrived at the Royal Duke's private hall, Master Ahma following behind him respectfully. "West Duke, this is the West Duchess' wedding dress."
The red wedding dress was blazing hot, it was breathtaking.
Lu Yeming glanced at it impassively, his gaze landing on a design in the display window.
It was a pink dress with a shoulder length design, perfectly revealing the woman's exquisite ribs. It had a pinch at the waist and the layers of skirt were like waves, it was hazy and romantic, decorated with pearls.
"What's that?" he asked.
"West Duke, every woman is a princess. This is a princess dress."
Princess dress?
Compared to the fiery red wedding dress, this princess dress was full of beauty and romance.
Master Ahma continued, "West Duke, this princess dress is the treasure of Jadeite Hall and it's one of a kind in the world. This princess dress was cut and sewn manually. Even if we were to custom-make it now, it would take at least half a year to get it ready."
"The one wearing the wedding dress is a woman, and the one wearing the princess dress is a girl. If she is the princess in your heart, and you want to give her the purest beauty in the world and spoil her as your princess, then you should give her this princess dress."
No woman could resist this princess dress.
Because there was a princess in every woman's heart.
Lu Yeming looked at the design, his deep almond-shaped eyes gentle. "I want to order this princess dress."
"When does West Duke want it?" Master Ahma asked.
"My wedding is in half a month."
Master Ahma froze for a moment. The West Duke's wedding was in two weeks and there would be two brides wearing red wedding dresses. Who was he going to give this princess dress to?
The one wearing the wedding dress was his woman.
The one wearing the princess dress was the princess in his heart.
If you were a woman, would you choose a wedding gown or a princess dress?
"West Duke, we won't be able to make it in half a month. The craftsmanship of this princess dress is complicated, it's all handmade …"
Before he could finish speaking, Lu Yeming glanced at him from the corner of his eye. "Master Ah Ma, if we can't complete it in half a month, then this Jadeite Hall is not worth its reputation. There's no need for it to continue operating."
"…"
Lu Yeming turned to leave.
Master Ahma broke out in a cold sweat. Robbers! Robbers! Robbers! I can't afford to offend them!
…
Feng Lingxue didn't go back to look for Tang Mo 'er and Jun Xiqing, because she met someone in the corridor.
This was one of the manservants of the Jadeite Hall. "Young Miss, the Lord has ordered me to come and ask how is your matter going?"
Feng Lingxue's heart clenched. She hadn't forgotten her mission.
Her father, the North Duke, had given her a packet of medicine to poison Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying had started to treat her well. Just as she felt the sweetness, this sweet dream of hers was shattered.
She had to return to reality.
But she didn't want to harm Xuan Ying.
Deep in her heart, she still loved Xuan Ying deeply.
"Young Miss, the Lord is getting impatient. He asked me to pass this to you." The manservant handed something over to her.
Feng Lingxue lowered her eyes to take a look. It was a small piece of hair.
It was soft and slender. One look and she could tell that it was cut from a little girl's hair.
Feng Lingxue's face turned pale. She quickly snatched the small piece of hair.
She felt as though she had been pushed into an abyss. She started to tremble. Mu Mu, her Mu Mu was suffering …
What was she doing?
She craved every bit of kindness that Xuan Ying had given her. She had forgotten about her Mu Mu.
"Young Miss, the Lord wishes for you to behave yourself. He has been waiting for your good news in the North Palace."
The manservant left.
Feng Lingxue stood rooted to the ground, her heart wrenching in pain. Her eyes reddened and she stretched her hand out, digging at her heart through her clothes. She wanted to dig her heart out of her chest.
As long as she dug it out, she wouldn't feel any pain.
She didn't understand. Why did her father want her to harm Xuan Ying?
At this moment, she heard a familiar voice. "Lingxue, why are you here too? What a coincidence."
Feng Lingxue turned around. Xuan Mu walked over.
"Young Master Xuan," she greeted.
Xuan Mu looked at her pale face. "Lingxue, are you alright? Brother Ying bought your freedom but he didn't treat you well. Instead, he sent you to the Snow Mountain Residence to be a female slave. You look so haggard. My heart aches for you. "
"Young Master Xuan, thank you. Actually … he treats me quite well."
"Lingxue, don't lie to yourself. Brother Ying has many beautiful concubines in the Snow Mountain Residence. Father chose General Shi's daughter, Shi Xiaoxiao, for him but Brother Ying didn't reject her. His attitude is rather ambiguous. What good will you get if you follow him? Once he gets married, you'll just be a bed-warmer. You'll repeat your mother's fate."
Feng Lingxue's face was drained of all color but she didn't say anything. "Young Master Xuan, this is my own matter. I'll take my leave first."
She turned around to leave.
"Lingxue!" Xuan Mu lunged over, hugging Feng Lingxue from behind.
Feng Lingxue froze, she quickly struggled. "Young Master Xuan, please behave yourself. Let go of me!"
Xuan Mu hugged Feng Lingxue forcefully. The woman's fragrance was intoxicating. He was a little intoxicated.
"Lingxue, don't you understand my feelings for you? I went to Ah Jiao's Room just to see you. If I can't see you, I'll be lovesick.
"Don't follow Brother Ying anymore. I'll think of a way to save you. Follow me, I'll marry you and make you my consort. Even if I have a wife in the future, I'll only dote on you."
Although Feng Lingxue had been bought, the moment she entered Ah Jiao's Room, she was labeled as a 'prostitute'.
Moreover, someone as popular as her would never be able to marry into a noble family. Marrying her would be a humiliation.
She couldn't be a wife.
Now that Xuan Mu had said that he would marry her, it was already a great favor.
Becoming a noble from Ah Jiao's Room was like a carp leaping through the dragon's gate. Many people were envious of her.
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