AWB Chapter 604 Do you believe me?
Chapter 604 Do you believe me?
Shen Jingyu had no other choice now. After all, she understood what Concubine Jing said.
The Third Prince's party is powerful and cannot be easily shaken.
But if Xiao Heyu and Concubine Rou really fell, then the so-called handle in her hand would be completely useless.
So, she could only pray for quick results.
As for the so-called betrothal gifts, the Duke's Mansion did not favor Song Tingshan. It seemed that even if there was a sedan chair carried by eight people and a formal marriage, it was nothing but an empty shell.
As for the dowry... after she has gained her foothold here, she will convince Qin Xuerong and her grandmother to give her the things that were originally prepared.
Shen Jingyu sat in the bridal chamber, and the matchmaker said all kinds of auspicious words to her.
Shen Jingyu had no intention of listening. She just let Baoqin take the silver and sent her away. Then she sat on the bed and began to make plans.
She was not stupid enough to think that Song Tingshan would really be moved by her face. All he wanted was profit.
She must think carefully, at least... to have another child...
Shen Jingyu lifted her veil and listened to the hustle and bustle outside which seemed to have nothing to do with her. It was so quiet that it was scary.
She and Xiao Yuncheng once had some true feelings for each other. How could a young girl in love not be moved by the handsome man?
Sadly, now, everything seems to have changed.
"Miss, the veil has to wait for the prince to come before you can lift it." Zhiqi couldn't help but speak, his eyes full of worry.
Shen Jingyu laughed at herself and said, "These are just superficial efforts. Instead of worrying about this veil, I should think about how to let him stay in my room tonight."
Zhiqi was stunned for a moment. Indeed, if Song Tingshan was unwilling to stay here on the wedding night, the young lady's life in the future would be even more difficult.
"I have inquired about it. There are only two concubines in the prince's backyard. They have been with him for many years and are relatively clean." Baoqin lowered her voice.
Shen Jingyu was silent for a moment, then looked at the burning red candle: "Have you prepared the things I asked you to prepare?"
Baoqin nodded and looked in the direction she was looking.
Shen Jingyu said softly, "Let's light it in half an hour. The prince is weak and can't handle the alcohol. I don't think he will be able to entertain the guests for too long."
After saying that, Shen Jingyu looked at the bronze mirror not far away: "Bring the mirror here."
"Miss……"
"Bring it here."
Baoqin had no choice but to take the bronze mirror from the room and give it to Shen Jingyu.
Shen Jingyu looked at her face in the mirror, her fingertips trembling slightly as she slowly covered it.
There were still a few pieces of dough left by the old woman before, so she got some pigskin glue. Although it was not as good as the one used by the previous old woman, it could barely stick the dough together.
As it was such an important day for her to get married, she naturally had her hair all black and the skin stuck to her face.
But fake is fake after all. No matter how you look at it, it looks weird and ugly, and can never compare to your original good looks.
Thinking of this, Shen Jingyu hated Shen Shuyi, Shen Jingzhen and Lou Yulan again.
But now she has nothing, so she can only swallow her anger for now.
Shen Jingyu threw the bronze mirror back. There was no joy on her face. Her stiff and awkward face looked even weirder because of the thick makeup.
After a while, Baoqin added something to the incense burner and red candles.
Soon after, Song Tingshan pushed the door open wearing a bright red auspicious suit.
Maybe it was because he was in poor health, or maybe it was because he was ashamed of himself.
So not many people came to make trouble in the bridal chamber, and it was harmonious and quiet.
Seeing her take off her veil, Song Tingshan was not unhappy, but said softly: "Madam."
Shen Jingyu looked at him, slightly dazed.
I have to admit that this man is handsome and has a good appearance.
Although he looks weak and pale, he is still pleasing to the eye.
At this moment, his own shadow was reflected in his warm eyes. His expression was focused and gentle, as if he was looking at the most precious treasure in the world, rather than an ugly thing that was neither human nor ghost.
At this moment, Shen Jingyu was moved.
In other words, no one would remain unmoved by such loving and gentle gaze.
"Husband."
Seeing the two of them speaking, the matchmaker immediately smiled and said, "Let's spread the money. You two should drink the wedding wine, and then the ceremony will be complete."
Song Tingshan asked someone to wrap a big red envelope and nodded, saying, "Thank you for your help."
The two of them raised their glasses and drank, and Shen Jingyu kept paying attention to his expression.
But there was no trace of disdain in this man's eyes from beginning to end. Instead, he was gentle and considerate everywhere.
"I have been feeling unwell lately, so I am afraid that I will not be able to have sex with you today. Don't worry, as long as I am here, you will be my wife."
"As for what you hold in your hand, I do covet it, but I, Song Tingshan, am not an ungrateful person. I will not force you until one day you truly trust me."
Song Tingshan stared at Shen Jingyu and spoke seriously.
Shen Jingyu came back to her senses: "What does the prince mean? Could it be that the prince dislikes Jingyu?"
Song Tingshan held her shoulders with both hands and said weakly, "How could it be?"
"In this world, beautiful appearances are all the same, but interesting souls are rare. Song admires Miss not because of her looks, but because I admire her talent and respect her ambitions..."
"Since I was born, I have encountered injustice in this world, but I refuse to accept my fate. Even though countless doctors have said that I will not live past the age of 30, I still want to give it a try."
"Fortunately, I see the same ambition and desire in you as I do. Even if God doesn't show mercy, I will never resign myself to my fate!"
Shen Jingyu looked at the man in front of her, a little dazed.
She had to admit that even if she didn't think what he said was true, there was probably no woman in the world who would be unhappy to hear it.
The most important thing is that she discovered that Song Tingshan understood her.
This man whom she had never taken seriously actually had such ambition and was so unwilling to accept his fate!
If what he said was even a little bit true, then it was worth it for her to plan this.
Song Tingshan stared at Shen Jingyu in front of him. Somehow, he felt as if the woman in front of him had a double image, and his whole body became inexplicably hotter.
He shook his head, trying to sober himself up.
But he still felt dry mouth and a sense of emptiness and loneliness for no reason.
"Husband?" Shen Jingyu asked tentatively.
"Nothing." Song Tingshan tried to remain calm. Under the soft and warm candlelight, he felt that the woman in front of him was still as graceful and charming as she once was.
Shen Jingyu slowed down her tone: "It's hard for my husband to be so open with me. I am indeed like my husband, unwilling to be inferior to others. If my husband treats me sincerely, I will not let you down."
Song Tingshan smiled gently and held Shen Jingyu's hand: "Believe me, time will prove what kind of person I, Song Tingshan, am."
Shen Jingyu lowered her eyes, leaned in Song Tingshan's arms, and tentatively said, "Husband, it's getting late, it's time to rest..."