The Deathly Feast
When her stepmother Zhou Shi searched for a a good marriage for Han Yan, the other party was precisely the Prince of the Wei family. The Zhuang family had abandoned martial arts and followed literature ever since their grandfather's generation, and still had a place in the court.
Han Yan did not understand the affairs of the court regarding the marriage of Wei and Zhuang, but because the other party was Wei Rufeng, this alone was enough to make her grateful to her stepmother Zhou Shi.
Han Yan still remembered what the Zhou family had said at the time: "You are, after all, a girl who has not yet left the residence, how can you be so bold and shameless?" even so, there was a smile on his face as he talked. Yushan pouted coquettishly on the side: "I also want my young sister to marry a good man, is that not good?". She lowered her head in embarrassment, but her heart was warm. Everyone had always said stepmothers were black-hearted, but Han Yan's family wished her well and hoped for a good life for her.
When she thought of this, she became even more grateful and took the initiative to let her father raise the matter for her to become Wei Rufei's first wife.
Finally, this day had arrived. Her lover was right in front of her eyes. From now on, the flowers and moon were peaceful. If her birth mother was still alive, she would also be relieved.
She had lost count of how long she had sat there, but suddenly heard a "creak ......", as the door was pushed open. Han Yan subconsciously lowered her head, looking down. However, the expected silk boots were not to be seen. In its place were a pair of exquisitely embroidered shoes, displaying a colourful picture of a hundred sons and a thousand grandchildren. Although she had no reason to, her heart suddenly jolted, panicking.
"Why is the Third Miss here?" Ji Lan's surprised voice filling the room.
Yu Shan?
For what reason Han Yan herself was not sure, but she surprisingly didn't have the courage to uncover her veil. At this moment, she was feeling inexplicable heart palpitations.
The nightmare from the night before the wedding hauntingly reappeared before her eyes.
In the dream, the woman who married Wei Rufeng was Yu Shan. She was so mad, frantically pouncing on Yu Shan, but Yu Shan just looked at her with indifferent, yet cold and sneering gaze.
When Han Yan woke up, she forced herself to calm down, and blamed herself for her imagination. This dream was just too absurd.
"Fourth sister." A soft and gentle female voice spoke faintly, but instead of the usual innocent liveliness, there was more of a hint of chillness: "The Prince has asked this concubine to personally bring wine over."
Unable to bear it for any longer, Han Yan lifted up her veil, ignoring Ji Lan and Shou Hong's cries of surprise. She stared blankly at the person in front of her.
Zhuang Yu Shan was wearing a phoenix crown cape, with beautiful eyebrows and unique eyes. Furthermore, her red wedding garment was even more exquisite than Han Yan's, showing off her slender figure. There was a smile at the corner of her lips.
Han Yan had always known that Yu Shan was beautiful, but Yu Shan had always dressed plainly in front of her. Now that she was wearing bright colours, she seemed like a whole new person. The look between her eyebrows especially made people feel unfamiliar and tense.
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