The commotion outside the Marquis Mansion finally alerted those inside Yunyang Marquis Mansion.
The heir, Yun Feiyang, and the other bride, Bai Yanling, hurried out.
Yun Feiyang, needless to say, was a scion of a noble family—tall, handsome, and undeniably distinguished.
On this joyous day, dressed in vibrant wedding attire, adorned with a floral crown and jade belt, he appeared even more dashing and extraordinary.
Beside him was his cousin, Bai Yanling.
Whether in the patterns and styles of her clothing or the jewelry adorning her head, Bai Yanling mirrored Yun Feiyang in every way, unmistakably signaling that she and Yun Feiyang were the true pair.
As soon as Bai Yanling arrived, she assumed the air of the primary wife, scolding Ju Yue:
“What are you doing, sister? Why are you beating the Dengwen Drum? For us women, the most important thing is to remain uncontentious, compliant, and accepting of fate. You’ve only waited a little while—what’s the big deal? How could you even think of beating the Dengwen Drum? Aren’t you just making things difficult for your husband?”
Yun Feiyang cast an approving glance at Bai Yanling.
Indeed, his cousin was well-educated and courteous, always considering his interests in every matter.
Then he looked at Ju Yue. Beautiful she was, but what use was beauty alone?
Ever since their engagement was settled, he had endured endless teasing and ridicule from friends over her appearance.
How much pressure he had borne because of this, she had no idea!
And now, after suffering just a little grievance, she wanted to beat the Dengwen Drum, tarnishing the entire Marquis Mansion!
Utterly outrageous!
Thus, his displeasure with Ju Yue grew, and his tone turned even harsher.
“Yanling is right! You are now a member of the Yun family and should prioritize the family’s reputation! Stop making a scene. Come, follow me inside for the wedding ceremony.”
Ju Yue tilted her head slightly.
She felt extremely unwell and simply wanted to resolve this matter quickly.
She had no desire to waste another word on this despicable man and woman.
With an expressionless face, she turned away. “Forget the wedding ceremony. I’d rather beat the Dengwen Drum and set off a Blood Firework for everyone to see!”
It was a declaration that she would rather die than endure humiliation.
Only then did Yun Feiyang and Bai Yanling’s expressions change completely.
Yun Feiyang hurried forward, blocking Ju Yue’s path, his face darkening as he rebuked her angrily. “What exactly do you want? What must I do to satisfy you?!”
Ju Yue had exceptionally beautiful eyes, especially now, with two fiercely burning flames deep within them, making them even more dazzling.
When Yun Feiyang met her gaze, he felt as if scalded, unable to look her in the eye any longer.
He shifted his gaze elsewhere, his tone softening.
He knew he had indeed gone too far today.
To elevate his cousin and humble Ju Yue, he had left her waiting at the entrance for two hours—an act that was truly unjustifiable.
If this escalated, the Marquis Mansion would be in the wrong.
For now, he had to coax Ju Yue, persuade her to go inside and complete the ceremony, and bring an end to this farce as soon as possible.
After scolding her, he softened his voice. “Earlier, there was a mishap at home. The flower stand collapsed, ruining many precious blooms, and I was momentarily too preoccupied to attend to you. It’s all been dealt with now. You may enter.”
Bai Yanling chimed in, adding fuel to the fire. “A woman should be chaste, composed, and virtuous. How can she harbor resentment toward her husband over the slightest grievance? Sister, you…”
Ju Yue avoided Bai Yanling’s outstretched hand and looked directly at Yun Feiyang.
To achieve her goal, she first had to make a demand he could never agree to.
Wait for him to refuse, then follow up with a smaller request.
With the earlier groundwork laid, the other party would then be able to agree to her minor demand.
"Yun Feiyang, I want a divorce! And I want half of the Marquis Mansion's wealth as compensation! Otherwise, I'll go beat the Dengwen Drum and file a complaint with the emperor!"
Yun Feiyang’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Half of the Marquis Mansion’s wealth?! Are you insane, or are my ears playing tricks on me?"
Ju Yue: "The Dengwen Drum!"
Yun Feiyang’s face darkened completely. "Don’t even think about it! I won’t agree!"
Ju Yue: "Oh!"
She closed her mouth and turned to leave again.
Muttering under her breath, "Two feet, four feet, six feet—here I come!"
Yun Feiyang: "…"
In a fit of shame and anger, he grabbed Ju Yue’s arm.
Ju Yue turned back, looked Yun Feiyang straight in the eye, and said word by word, "If you have the guts, break my legs right here. Otherwise, I’m definitely going to beat that Dengwen Drum!"
A flicker of panic flashed in Yun Feiyang’s eyes.
Bai Yanling also bit her lip tightly.
Damn it!
Ju Yue was too cunning! She was using retreat as a means to advance!
By putting on a show of unwavering defiance in front of her cousin, she could capture his attention!
Just as Bai Yanling and Yun Feiyang were at a loss for what to do, a teasing male voice rang out.
"Well, whose bridal sedan is this? Not bad at all. Don’t want it anymore? Then I’ll take it away!"
The onlookers were thoroughly enjoying the drama when this sudden remark shifted everyone’s attention to the newly arrived figure.
Ju Yue looked over and felt her eyes light up—what a strikingly handsome man!
Rogueishly charming.
He made one want to drape him in the world’s most luxurious fabrics and the most exquisite embroidery.
Dress him up! Let him wear it! Let him shine!
Let him radiate brilliance with fervor!
Seeing this person, Yun Feiyang quickly released Ju Yue’s arm.
He hurried forward a few steps and bowed deeply to the man. "Greetings, Heir Lou."
This gentleman’s surname was Lou—Lou Buqi, the legitimate eldest son of the current Prince Su.
This guy had incredibly good luck.
Before he was born, the Da Ye Dynasty had suffered a severe drought for three years, and the court was at its wits’ end. The moment he was born, a gentle rain began to fall.
The emperor was overjoyed and, with a stroke of his imperial brush, elevated Prince Su—then an ordinary prince—to the rank of imperial prince, and bestowed upon Lou Buqi a Pardon Token.
In effect, Lou Buqi’s birth had secured his father a promotion, and as long as they didn’t rebel, the Lou family line would enjoy prosperity for generations.
Well, with a Pardon Token, even rebellion offered three chances to escape death.
No one else enjoyed such imperial favor.
Over the years, the emperor had always regarded Lou Buqi as the Da Ye Dynasty’s lucky star, doting on him in every way.
As a result, Lou Buqi had become arrogant and domineering, known throughout the capital as the Little Tyrant.
As Yun Feiyang stepped forward to pay his respects, his heart was filled with unease, unsure what this Little Tyrant intended to do.
Lou Buqi, with his hands clasped behind his back, circled the bridal sedan with great interest.
He seemed quite satisfied, then glanced at Ju Yue before finally fixing his gaze on Yun Feiyang.
"Heir Yun, being greedy isn’t a good habit! You have two wives, while I don’t have a single one. Why not share one with me!"
Everyone: "Huh?!"