"Which room is your boudoir?" Xiao Jinsen whispered in her ear.
Xie Ruiyao’s face reddened even more imperceptibly.
With shy tenderness, she led Xiao Jinsen to her boudoir.
She knew that Xiao Jinsen was still infatuated with her body.
She was certain that she could firmly captivate this man within the palm of her hand.
At the entrance, the sounds of salutary cannons and music echoed.
The groom had arrived.
The Duke Mansion became even livelier.
Song Yanqing, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, entered the Duke Mansion.
Dozens of boxes of bridal gifts were placed in front of the hall of the Duke Mansion, a magnificent sight.
Song Yanqing presented a red wedding scroll written in his father Song Yuanzhong’s name, and then paid respects to Xie Kangheng and Song Cuiru.
The wedding banquet officially began.
However, the bride and groom had no time to enjoy the wedding feast.
The feast on the bride’s side was only to entertain the guests who were sending off and receiving the bride.
At this moment, Song Yanqing was to accompany the bride to pay respects to her elders and the ancestral tablets.
He was directly led to the entrance of Xie Ruotong’s boudoir.
Naturally, he was reluctant.
At this moment, the person he wanted to be with was Xie Ruilin; however, according to the marriage arrangement, Xie Ruotong was the official wife, and only the official wife could hold the true wedding ceremony with him.
The hurt and injustice suffered by Xie Ruilin weighed heavily on Song Yanqing’s heart.
After getting married, he would definitely make it up to her.
At this moment, Xie Ruotong, supported by her maidservant and covered with a red bridal veil, came out of her boudoir and stood in front of Song Yanqing.
Xie Ruotong could not see Song Yanqing’s face.
She only saw him in a festive red robe, tall and upright.
Besides her childhood memories of Song Yanqing, she had only seen him briefly in the brothel.
Today, she wondered what Song Yanqing, dressed in his wedding attire, would look like, so noble and impressive.
Her heartbeat, inevitably, was a bit fast.
The day of the wedding is the most important day for every woman.
Even if she approached it calmly, ripples would still arise in her heart.
"Where is Lin’er’s room?" Song Yanqing suddenly asked.
The first sentence he asked was about Xie Ruilin.
"Young master, according to custom, you should now go with the eldest miss to pay respects to the elders and ancestral tablets. As for the second miss, she will naturally sit in a bridal sedan and go to your residence later, rest assured, young master," the maidservant Qiao’er replied respectfully.
Song Yanqing of course knew this.
Seeing Xie Ruotong only made him feel even more guilty towards Xie Ruilin.
At this moment, he just wanted to see her, to comfort her, which would in turn ease his own mind a bit.
"It’s still early, let me go see Lin’er," Song Yanqing requested.
"Qiao’er, take the young master to see the second miss first," Xie Ruotong directly called to her maidservant.
Qiao’er was somewhat displeased.
There was no such custom.
Since the young master was marrying the eldest miss, he should complete all the ceremonies with the eldest miss; how could he go see the concubine now!
Though extremely reluctant in her heart, she had to comply because of the eldest miss’s orders, "This way please, young master."
"Young Master Song," the matchmaker also spoke up at this moment, "It’s not proper to see the concubine now; please make it quick and avoid any scandals."
The matchmaker only dared to remind him.
She didn’t dare to stop him.
After all, this marriage had already caused enough troubles, and if something angered Young Master Song and messed up this marriage, she was afraid of offending both the Xie and Song families.
When he went out for the marriage procession, the old master of the Song Family had repeatedly cautioned him not to make any mistakes.
Song Yanqing didn’t take the matchmaker’s words to heart at all.
He directly followed the maidservant to see Xie Ruilin, instructing before leaving, "No one else follow me!"
Everyone only stood by the doorway of Xie Ruotong’s boudoir, waiting.
Song Yanqing arrived at Xie Ruilin’s room.
Xie Ruilin certainly knew that Song Yanqing had come looking for her.
She did not expect that Song Yanqing would come directly to see her at the Xie Residence.
Indeed, the more she sacrificed her own feelings, the better Song Yanqing would treat her. After getting married, Song Yanqing would naturally love her even more.
Her heart was overjoyed, but outwardly she appeared pitifully aggrieved and distressed.
As Song Yanqing walked into her boudoir, Xie Ruilin pretended to be very angry, "Yanqing brother, how can you come here directly? You should be with my sister, this is really inappropriate!"
Her voice sounded anxious.
"I’m worried about you," Song Yanqing spoke softly, "Ruilin, you’ve been aggrieved."
"Not aggrieved," she said, not aggrieved, but her voice was choked with sobs, "As long as I can be with Yanqing brother, Ruilin doesn’t feel aggrieved at all."