The Prince's Humen's Wife

Chapter 2

If you speak too bluntly, it will hurt people. Li Chaochao's indifference made Lan Lingyu feel a little embarrassed, but he still agreed, anyway, he has no home to go to.

The sky over Yongkang City, the capital of Dayuan, is gloomy and terrifying, and it looks like it will snow at any time.

Lan Lingyu untied the dark blue silk sash from her body and put it in Li Chaochao's hands. The two of them walked in the snow, one deep and one shallow, without saying a word.

It's just that Lan Lingyu would occasionally turn her head and sneak a look at the woman behind her.

Although the second uncle's family has been doing business in other places before and has never met her, but he has heard a little about the Li family of the elder brother's family.

Mrs. Li is the stepmother, and the second uncle unexpectedly left shortly after entering the house. She provoked the heavy responsibility of the whole family and personally blended spices to manage the business, which is quite famous in the south of the Yangtze River.

It is embarrassing for a woman to run a business and show her face in public. However, she is vicious and vicious when she manages the back house. She fights for power with her mother-in-law, viciously fights against her aunt, and even poisons her elder brother's heirs.

Lan Lingyu took a good look at Li Chaochaozai. She only wore a thick gray long gown in the twelfth lunar month. She was propped on the ground so long that she couldn't even see her shoes, and the cold wind bulged along her cuffs, making her thin body even smaller.

Aside from being horribly blinded by the eyeballs, her facial features are quite exquisite. If she can still see, what kind of elegance are those eyes?From her face, Lan Lingyu couldn't see any joy or anger, let alone a violent expression. He really couldn't associate the woman in front of him with the rumored viciousness.

In Lan Lingyu's eyes, Li Chaochao was so weak that he was afraid that a gust of wind would blow it away. He was so ethereal that he couldn't feel any vitality, and he was dead silent, and he didn't dare to say a word.

The Little Goldfish Alley is not far from the suburbs of Beijing, and it takes less than an hour to walk there. Before reaching the alley, you can hear the sound of firecrackers, drums and gongs. Li Chaochao thought it was really lively. She and Lan Lingyu stood outside the gate The people who watched the happy event were talking about it.

"Who is this family getting married today? Such a big battle!"

"It's the second house of the Marquis of Wuxiang who was demoted to a commoner a while ago."

Those in the know began to gossip about the eighteen generations of the family's ancestors, and Li Chaochao listened with gusto.

"The second wife is just the adoptive son of an old lady. They are very famous in the south of the Yangtze River for doing business in incense powder. All the empresses in the palace use their family's rouge. This time, they were just implicated."

"I heard that the one who married this time is the daughter of my uncle's family. The two families have business contacts, and they are also the matchmaker of the palace maid."

Just as they were talking, the welcoming team with tall horses in the distance had already returned.

Someone pointed, "Look, that's the eldest son of the Lan family."

Everyone looked over at the same time. Immediately, the son was wearing a red groom's suit, behind him was a wedding sedan chair carried by eight people, and a whole street full of gifts and dowries lined up, making people all kinds of envious and jealous.

There was a little married woman who clicked her tongue: "Marrying into such a wealthy family means you can enjoy inexhaustible glory and wealth."

Someone in the crowd suddenly snorted, with a bit of sarcasm in his voice, which was very inconsistent with the festive atmosphere.

"This wealth is all earned by their daughter-in-law!"

Everyone turned their heads following the voice, and saw a slovenly man with disdain on his face.

Someone retorted loudly: "That shrew in his family should have been resigned long ago. Marrying him is really bad luck for eight lifetimes. You are not allowed to marry a good wife again!"

Lan Lingyu wanted to continue to refute, but the person beside him grabbed his arm and shook his head.

Li Chaochao tied the silk sash on her eyes slowly to cover the ugly scar. When the wind blew the dark blue sash swayed in the air, her voice was always light and ethereal.

"Uncle, they are right. I am indeed a shrew. Today, I, Li Chaochao, will live up to my notoriety in front of everyone!"

In front of the newlyweds' house, everyone's eyes were on the woman who spoke. They didn't know what the words meant, so they saw her walking forward with her eyes covered. The couple who came to the gate were blocked and had to stop. Step down.

The woman was dressed in a thick gray robe, her withered hair was messily draped over her shoulders, and her spine was straight, as if no wind or rain could make her bend down. Her back was facing everyone, and no one could see her face at this time. Suddenly, the groom asked sharply: "Mr. Li, what do you want to do?"

"What do I want to do?" Li Chaochao raised his chin and smiled proudly, "My husband brought my concubine in, so naturally I, the main wife, want to come and ask for a glass of wedding wine."

Only then did people see her appearance. She had a thin, pointed face with thin lips, and her face was as gray as her burqa. They couldn't see her eyes, but they could feel her eyes covered under the silk sash. The coldness in the eyes.

"You have violated the rule of seven, and you have already been dismissed from court. Don't mess around here, or I will not be polite!"

The groom felt the trembling of Meijiao Niang beside him, so he couldn't help but squeeze her little hands tightly to express his comfort.

When Li Chaochao heard the phrase "Going down the hall", his heart became cold, and he pressed on to the couple step by step, pointing his halberd and asking angrily: "Don't you know that my husband will not go out every now and then? Not to mention that my natal family has nothing to rely on, My father-in-law died of illness and I have been in mourning for three years, and your family lost all their belongings in business, who will take over the important task, and start the business with bare hands, otherwise, where would the husband get the ten miles of red makeup to marry the little concubine beside you?"

The bride trembled with anger when she heard Li Chaochao's words, she lifted her red hijab, and cursed: "Where did the shrew come from here to play tricks! Who said I am a concubine! He is my husband, and I am married by a Ming media." , Didn’t you hear that you have been dismissed from court? You don’t even piss to show yourself what kind of virtue you have, and you dare to come out to be ashamed and conspicuous!”

Li Chaochao suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed long after hearing the woman's scolding, the voice was full of viciousness like a night owl's horror, the voice overwhelmed the loud gongs and drums, and it was so sharp that he just wanted people to cover their ears.

"Since I've been dismissed, why don't you take out the divorce letter?" Li Chaochao patted the unnecessary ashes on his body, sat leisurely on the threshold, and said with a sarcasm: "I haven't seen the divorce letter for a day. It can only be a little concubine, and you have to call me sister when you enter the door. You are the ninth room brought in by your husband, and you are considered to be the ninth concubine. Since I am going to enter the door, I, the elder sister, have a few words to tell you. yes."

The bride took a step forward and was about to yell, "You...you..."

Li Chaochao seemed to hear some disgusting voice, raised his eyebrows, raised his leg and kicked the calf of the woman opposite, "Presumptuous! When is it your turn to intervene when the wife speaks, you are still from a rich family, and there are no rules at all." No. Since it's so unruly, just kneel down and listen."

(End of this chapter)