Chapter One: Humiliation at the Wedding
Her boyfriend got married, but the bride wasn't her. Xifeng Ying felt that as a rising star in the crossover world, even if she couldn't become the protagonist of a happy antagonistic love story, at the very least, she should have a tragic yet profound love story with a decent ending. However, the stark reality before her relentlessly informed her that she had ultimately become a pitiful supporting character in a tale of vengeance, and worse still, it was a tale of a man seeking revenge. This was not how it was supposed to be! How could she face the elders of the crossover world like this? She resolved to offer herself an explanation for the only remaining hope she had.
The Marshal's mansion was bustling with excitement, adorned with bright red wedding decorations everywhere. This was supposed to be the scene he had promised her, yet now it belonged to someone else. Wei Yuhuan, clad in a resplendent red wedding attire, moved gracefully as if he were a celestial being, but his once gentle countenance now bore a cruel and triumphant expression directed at her.
Xifeng Ying actually wanted to tell him that this appearance didn't suit him at all. She had a keen eye for people; she knew at first glance when she saw Wei Yuhuan that although he looked like a beggar on the outside, he was still a clean-hearted boy at heart. But step by step, he had transformed himself into the person he appeared as today. She felt a pang of heartache, unsure if it was for Wei Yuhuan or for herself. Her father had said if she came, he would sever their father-daughter relationship. Yet she still came; her father loved her and could never bear to let her go. True love should be like this, unable to bear seeing her suffer even the slightest injustice. But this man before her made her endure so much injustice, yet she still desired him.
Feel betrayed? Feel innocent? Feel pain? Feel like dying from the agony? Perhaps! Because tears were flowing incessantly. Although it could also be because she had always been too emotional.
This wretched man had just been intimate with her, they had been so close, and yet, how did he manage to change so drastically? He was affectionate while holding her, but as soon as he got off the bed, he married someone else.
But he underestimated Xifeng Ying; it was just a superficial layer. After all, she was a time-traveling woman from the twenty-first century who had seen the world. Although sixteen was a bit young for a first time, it was almost normal in this era.
He might have thought he had avenged himself, returning the sins imposed upon his mother by her father directly onto her. He never considered that she was innocent; such a plot of father's sins, daughter's retribution, was outdated in her era.
A wedding with three people in wedding attire.
This scene had long since become commonplace for the guests who were accustomed to the ways of the world, although they couldn't be counted among the high-ranking officials. They could only attend the wedding of the least favored son of the Marshal's family and the daughter of a prime minister, but gossip knew no bounds.
The scene was so quiet that you could almost hear the tears falling to the ground.
Xifeng Ying felt somewhat embarrassed; she didn't want to become famous overnight, but she had no other choice. In this situation, regardless of whether she ultimately succeeded or not, she was destined to be known throughout every nook and cranny of Southern Yue Kingdom.
She hastily wiped away her tears, staring fixedly at the groom not far ahead, forcibly suppressing the trembling in her voice as she asked him, "Yuhuan, if you have already done what you wanted to do, can you not marry her?"
He wanted revenge, she didn't blame him; he sought vengeance, and she made herself even more miserable. She gave him everything he wanted. Would he feel better this way? Tit for tat, she had even repaid what she shouldn't have owed on behalf of her father, would he abandon his vendetta and come back to her?
Wei Yuhuan looked at her calmly, his smile evident only at the corners of his mouth.
She knew hope was bleak now.
The auspicious time was almost up, and the mistress of the house was becoming impatient. She gestured for a servant, and soon, a group of housemaids rushed over.
She was running out of time; unable to contain herself any longer, she clenched her fists tightly against her sides, her knuckles turning white.
"Yuhuan, can you not marry her? Can you come with me? You said you wanted to marry me!" That night, amidst confusion and passion, she distinctly heard him whispering in her ear like this. These were important words; she couldn't have misheard.
Her voice grew frantic, abandoning all pretense of decorum. Taking a few steps forward, she was about to grab the groom's sleeve when she was restrained by several servants. She struggled for a moment, her wedding attire and headdress in disarray, but she couldn't break free. Desperately, she looked towards Wei Yuhuan for help.