Miss Handicap (31)

When Su Kui was in the room, she heard from Lu Yao that Jun Mo had come to fetch her in person.

Right then, she was being served by a group of maids and old maidservants who were helping her put on the wedding robe and phoenix coronet. Her dress had golden embroidered butterflies that made her seem like the Goddess of the Nine Heavens instead of a human.

Feng Zheng, who had just arrived, saw the scene and became stunned. He could not help but sigh. He had not even gotten the chance to cherish his lovely younger sister for a few months; another guy had already snatched her away.

What should he do with his inexplicable urge to do something?

The sharp-eyed Su Kui immediately noticed Feng Zheng who was stepping through the front door. He was wearing a green robe with embroidered bamboo leaves that complemented him extremely well.

Su Kui narrowed her cat-like eyes and smiled sweetly, resulting in deep cheek dimples. "Brother!"

Feng Zheng replied loudly as he no longer bore a grudge toward his younger sister. "His Highness is already waiting out the door, so I will carry you to the sedan chair!"

When Su Kui saw Feng Zheng bend down, she quickly said, "Brother, wait."

Then, she struggled to stand up with Lu Yao's help and knelt in front of the old madam. She respectfully kowtowed three times and sincerely said, "Grandma, I want to thank you for taking care of me all these years. I'm not filial as I won't be able to serve by your side often in the future. Please take care of yourself!"

Su Kui knew who was sincere and insincere toward her, so she was willing to give those three kowtows.

The old madam nodded repeatedly with teary eyes. She lovingly pulled Su Kui up and caressed her hair. "Good girl. As long as you have a good life, I can rest assured!"

"Rest assured, Sister. I will take care of Grandma, so you don't have to worry. Don't dally on auspicious time, let me send you off."

Su Kui nodded and looked at the old madam deeply as she could not bear to separate with her. She turned around and leaned on Feng Zheng's svelte back, allowing her brother to send her to the sedan chair.

Jun Mo was riding on a tall horse and wearing a bright red wedding robe, which made him appear a lot softer.

His gaze became even softer when he saw Feng Zheng coming out while carrying the woman he had been thinking about. He could not hide his love for her.

Feng Zheng sent Su Kui to the sedan chair. When he turned around and passed by Jun Mo, he spoke in a voice that only both of them could hear. "Treat her well."

Jun Mo did not reply, but his gaze explained everything.

His love for her would never change till death did them part.

All Su Kui could see in front of her was a blur of red. Her body swayed together with the movement of the bridal sedan chair. She almost fell asleep amid the dizzying movement.

After an unknown amount of time had passed, she heard the matchmaker sing again, "The bride has arrived. The bride may get off the sedan chair..."

Su Kui was supported by two matchmakers as she could not see anything before her. She did everything according to the matchmakers' instructions.

"The bride shall step across the fire bowl. Pray for her days to be prosperous..."

Su Kui could not step across, but they could not do away with the tradition. So, she sat upright and two burly matchmakers assisted her in crossing over the fire bowl.

Finally, the matchmakers released her and placed a section of red silk in her hands.

She could detect a cool scent as her wheelchair moved forward. She knew it was Jun Mo.

Su Kui, who was a little absent-minded, could not clearly remember what happened afterward. She was not sure how much she had gone through. When the matchmaker told her to worship, she worshiped; when the matchmaker told her to kneel, she knelt. Su Kui was no different from a puppet that was controlled by other people.

She was only able to feel relieved when she entered the bridal chamber.

She quietly lifted the corner of her bridal veil and looked at the structure of the bridal chamber.

It had Jun Mo's touch—simple but not out of style.

There were swaying red candles, and the bride sat upright on the marriage bed, which was full of peanuts as well as red dates.

Jun Mo witnessed the scene when he entered the room, and it struck his heart. He slowly walked forward and waved his hand to dismiss the maids and old maidservants, who had stayed behind to serve them. He picked up a steelyard and lifted her bridal veil. Jun Mo watched as her bright, petite face showed little by little.

"Tired?" he asked softly. 

Su Kui nodded without being polite and yawned while covering her mouth. "A bit."

Jun Mo chuckled. He took a wine glass and passed it to her. "Bear with it for a little longer. Let's drink the cross-cupped wine first."

Actually, Su Kui was so sleepy that she was not thinking clearly. She had been awakened early in the morning to freshen up and get dressed. Then, they had been busy until the moon rose. She could not handle it anymore.

She just took the wine glass with her little hands. Looking at Jun Mo with her watery cat-like eyes, she softly asked, "Will you always be nice to me?"

They crossed arms and drank the liquor in the glass.

Then, amid the lingering aroma of wine, he kissed her on the lips tenderly.

"I swear—"