C7 Grand Marriage

The Shen family was a big family in the capital. On the day of their wedding, they carried an eight li palanquin and ten li of red makeup.

Although the civil etiquette wasn't as complicated as when Shen Yushi married Nangong Qing and became the empress, there was still a certain solemnity and grandeur within the etiquette.

The life and death bond was wide, and he could say that he was the one who held the hand, and that he would live with his son until the end.

However, this oath did not belong to her.

Shen Yushi decided to marry Qiao Yin. It wasn't because she didn't have any plans of her own.

She didn't want to marry Nangong Qing, so she could only do this.

At that time, she had revealed her unwillingness to marry Nangong Qing to Qiao Yin, hoping that Qiao Yin would help her get through a calamity and make three agreements with him. After the marriage, she would not interfere with Qiao Yin's private life.

She had made it clear to Qiao Yin that she did not wish for him to misunderstand her. She owed him too much in her previous life and in this life, she did not want to make use of his true feelings.

After the ceremony, as usual, the bride would be sent to the bridal chamber, but something unexpected happened in the Qiao family's auditorium.

Just as they had finished bowing to the heaven and earth and the nanny was singing loudly as she was sent to the bridal chamber, the outside of the Residence of Qiao was also singing loudly, "The emperor has arrived!"

The nanny withdrew her hand from the bride's grasp and dropped to her knees, prostrating herself on the ground with both hands. Everyone on the scene bowed down, so the bride had no choice but to stop walking towards the inner hall, turn towards the emperor, and slowly kneel.

Nangong Qing's gaze landed on Shen Yushi, who was kneeling at the side of the hall. She felt a sharp pain in her heart.

"Exempt." "I've come this time to celebrate your great joy, everyone. There's no need to stand on ceremony." Nangong Qing gathered her strength, her face was still gloomy.

Qiao Haoyan treated Shen Yushi more sincerely than usual today. Before she left the pavilion, she even brushed Shen Yushi's hair, saying that it was good that her sister-in-law was her. These were Qiao Haoyan's heartfelt words.

To her, as long as Shen Yushi did not marry Nangong Qing, she would do anything.

However, in the main hall, when Qiao Haoyan saw that Nangong Qing had arrived in person, regardless of what people said, she showed such obvious lament for Shen Yushi. The menace and jealousy that she had just retracted started to sprout crazily again.

Nangong Qing personally walked in front of Qiao Yin and helped her up while her attendants carried a pot of wine. Nangong Qing poured a cup for Qiao Yin and herself, "This is a special wine brewed for your wedding by the brewer of my Life Palace. I toast you."

Qiao Yin had grown up with him since childhood, how could he not know what Nangong Qing was thinking? He was only as wise and profound as Qiao Yin. He generously received the wine cup and downed it in one gulp.

Nangong Qing held back her gaze. Her eyes were filled with a threatening coldness as she watched Qiao Yin finish the last drop of wine before leaving the table.

There was something mixed in the wine, so how could Qiao Yin not know that Nangong Qing was willing to make a move on him.

But wasn't he?

From the moment he agreed to marry Shen Yushi, he had already chosen Shen Yushi and abandoned more of her.

Inside the bridal chamber, Shen Yusheng anxiously waited for the banquet to end.

Thousands of thoughts passed through his mind. Although he managed to escape from Nangong Qing, he still had to focus on dealing with everything after he married into the Qiao family.

Because the nanny had specially instructed the bride not to lift her own head, or else it would be unlucky, her head had never been taken off.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open with a creak. A pair of red satin mandarin duck embroidered shoes appeared under the cover of her head. Shen Yushi's heart raced as she asked, "Qiao Yin?"

Qiao Yin sat down beside her, gently covering the back of her hand with his large palm. Warmth wrapped around her, seeming to see through her thoughts as he lightly smiled like the morning sun piercing through the winter mist. "Don't be afraid, I, Qiao Yin's wife, won't let her suffer even the slightest bit."