C9 Xi Niang

The rain of blood had stopped for several months. On the day Ye Qingru got married, the rain started again.

The fine and heavy wedding dress was worn on his body, pressing down on his neck and shoulders until it hurt.

Ye Qingru sat upright and her body was a little stiff. The maidservants by her side who dressed up for her made a mess and unknowingly, a string of tears fell from her eyes.

"Yo, don't cry on a happy day. Otherwise, it would be inauspicious. Your husband will also be angry when he sees it." An unfamiliar voice entered Ye Qingru's ears. The voice was hoarse and had a smile on it. It was an old woman who was at least fifty years old.

Ye Qingru had a surprised look on her face as she heard the person introduce herself, "Ha, I am the wedding girl who helped you get married. I will send you to your husband's house."

"You will send me on my way. You are a matchmaker and not a traditional one. You will send me to the river to drown, right?" Ye Qingru revealed the identity of the man with a single sentence. His eyes were clear and bright, not like a blind eye.

If it was not that her focus was not on the matchmaker, Grandma Lin, who had been a matchmaker for decades, would probably think that she was looking at her.

Grandma Lin pinched the thin sweat on her forehead and said, "The bride... So what does this mean?"

"I know, I am going to die, but... I don't want to die." Ye Qingru seemed to be talking to Grandma Lin but also seemed to be talking to herself.

Yes.

At first it was she who begged him to marry her to protect her but she did not know his identity and did not know that marrying was death. If she died, he would not be able to fulfill the promise of reuniting with mother and his brother.

So, if she ran away, it would not be considered as betraying the agreement between them, right?

Grandma Lin laughed dryly and gave a look to Qiu Yun who was beside her.

Qiu Yun continued to apply rouge to Ye Qingru, combed her hair into a neat bun, and put on numerous expensive jewelry. It was simply the style of Gu Lun and Princess Shuo getting married.

Ye Qingru wanted to cry but also wanted to laugh. She really got married in glory, but she was going to die.

The old jade bracelet on her wrist was one in ten thousand good.

River God...

He was really rich.

She only had one day to wear it.

It would be great if she didn't die. She would be able to live comfortably wherever she went with all the treasures she had.

When they walked out of the manor, Qiu Yun stood by Ye Qingru's side and opened the light yellow oil-paper umbrella.

The blood rain fell on top of the umbrella at a slower rate than the usual speed of water sliding.

It rolled for a while before landing on the red stone floor.

It was as if red ink had been poured onto the canvas of the western oil painting.

All the scenery in Oblique Town had been dyed bright red. The stench of blood filled the air, pressing down on everyone in the rain, causing them to feel panicked and uneasy.

Although Qingru could not see it, she could still smell the smell of blood from the rain.

It was as if someone had grabbed her stomach, making her feel nauseous and sour. However, the blood in her body was restless.

She raised her head and looked at the sky.

She had the urge to open her mouth and taste the blood.

"I'm so thirsty."

There was a voice talking in her heart and Qingru unconsciously touched her upper and lower lips and poured it out, "So thirsty, I want to drink... blood..."

Qiu Yun who was by her side suddenly heard this sentence and was so frightened that her body tensed up, "What did you say? Miss Qingru?"

"It's nothing. I just don't want to eat as a bride. I'm a little hungry." Ye Qingru was used to being hungry in the past. She didn't know what it was like to be hungry. She was very capable of withstanding hunger. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to live until now.

But now, the hunger in her heart burst forth. It made her strongly want to eat something from the inside out. Moreover, she seemed to be born with something that smelled fishy.

It was a very strange feeling. She felt that although she had not eaten for several hours from morning till now, she was very hungry.

However, this kind of hunger and thirst to the point of wanting to drink blood was definitely not her own instinct.

It was her stomach...

She did not know if she should call herself a deity or a demon, but she felt hungry?

"Be quiet. In a while, we'll be boarding the boat." Ye Qingru seemed to be comforting something. Her fingers landed on her slightly protruding abdomen and she spoke softly.

It was probably that the little thing in her stomach really had some spirituality. She was thirsty and wanted to drink blood, so she slowly suppressed the restlessness.

"Descending palanquin."

Grandma Lin elongated her voice and shouted.

The palanquin carrier was probably the boatman Grandma Lin found at the last minute. He even called out a whistle specially used by the pier, "It's here!"

The palanquin landed heavily on the ground. Ye Qingru's body shook along with the palanquin and her heart felt a little numb.

Was it finally coming?

Grandma Lin opened the curtains of the palanquin and the blood rain poured down diagonally onto Ye Qingru's face.

"Invite the bride out of the sedan and onto the wedding boat."