After Transmigration, I Snag a Stunning Bigwig as My Husband-Chapter 672 Disappointment

The Ninth Prince lowered his head and said, "Su Yang, if your brother finds out that this bad idea came from you to the Heir of Prince Yun, he’ll kill you."

Young Master Su laughed, his eyes curving into crescents, with a glimmer in them under the sunlight.

To have caught the prey with a pit dug on a whim, such a feeling is indescribable.

"Do you know why my father had the servants team up to beat my brother?" Young Master Su asked.

"Why?" The Ninth Prince was puzzled.

"My father said that a talented person, if not occasionally knocked down, will immerse himself in praise and slowly become arrogant."

"And the arrogant army is bound to lose."

"Moderate setbacks can make a person humble, that’s what my mother said."

"My mother said my father experienced great setbacks when he was young, which is why he has remained humble and hardworking."

"...???" The Ninth Prince was a little confused, understanding the hard work, but unclear about where the humility came from.

"Look at my brother, winning so easily, I must let him know there are difficulties that can stump him."

"And this difficulty is set by me," Young Master Su said proudly.

Young Master Shen looked at Su Yang, "But if your elder cousin hits you, you can’t fight back."

Young Master Su, "..."

The blow came too fast and too strong.

It pierced right into the heart.

"On such a joyous day, don’t say something so disheartening," Young Master Su said, trying to maintain his composure.

The Ninth Prince, "..."

Young Master Shen, "..."

In the distance, Su Chong was slicing half a basket of scallion, turning to rub his eyes.

The Heir of Prince Yun felt concerned, "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine, I’ll take my time and slice again," Su Chong couldn’t open his eyes.

"..."

Initially, not helping was because it wasn’t needed.

This time, help was really needed from Prince NanAn and the others.

With four people helping to slice the scallion, the speed increased significantly.

Yet it still took a quarter of an hour to finish.

Moreover, the smell of scallion clung to them.

After putting down the kitchen knife, Prince NanAn sniffed himself and said, "Well, I’m all scallion-scented now, feel like a walking giant scallion."

Chu Shun held back his laughter, patting Prince NanAn’s shoulder and rubbing his eyes, "Forget it, Brother Su is the groom with the scallion smell, likely the first in history."

Su Chong, "..."

Is the smell really that strong?

Su Chong took a sniff.

Quickly turned his face away.

The smell was overwhelming.

When he saw Princess Fu Yun, Su Chong thought there was nothing wrong with scallion smell.

Princess Fu Yun, wearing a heavy phoenix crown, sneezed loudly and fell straight into Su Chong’s arms.

Not yet out of Prince Yun Mansion, and already holding his bride in his arms, right in front of everyone, what a delightful feeling.

Princess Fu Yun "delivered herself into his arms," Su Chong didn’t let go, holding his wife and walking away.

Everyone, "..." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The Heir of Prince Yun, "..."

He was waiting to carry his sister out to the bridal sedan chair, but apparently, it wasn’t needed?

The Heir of Prince Yun tried to intervene, but was stopped by Prince NanAn, "Whoever came up with the bad idea of scallion slicing, tell me, I promise not to kill him."

Just accidentally touched the eyes with the hand, and the tears flowed till now, how can one describe such a sour and refreshing feeling?

Someone even rubbed salt into the wound, patting his shoulder and saying, "Mr. Su is getting married, and the Commandery Prince is so moved, truly a deep brotherly bond."

Your brotherly bond my foot!

Right now, all he wanted to do was punch someone, nothing else.

The Heir of Prince Yun thought it over and decided to reveal who gave the trick, no choice, Prince NanAn held him, not letting go without an answer.

"It was Young Master Su," said the Heir of Prince Yun.

"..."

"He’s so young, yet so adept at playing tricks, who has he been learning from?" Prince NanAn released his grip and said.

The Heir of Prince Yun couldn’t provide an answer.

Chu Shun patted Prince NanAn’s shoulder and said, "Did you forget? The tradition of Dongxiang Marquis Mansion is self-learning and self-accomplishment."

Prince NanAn, "..."

No way to refute that.

Su Chong carried Princess Fu Yun out of the mansion, placed her into the bridal sedan chair, then mounted on horseback, bowed to the Heir of Prince Yun to say goodbye.

His own sister was being taken away like this, the Heir of Prince Yun felt a sense of bittersweetness.

Chu Shun consoled him, "You can’t keep an adult sister, don’t be reluctant."

"If you’re still upset, pick someone else’s sister to marry."

The Heir of Prince Yun, "..."

To turn consolation into urging marriage, probably only these few in the Capital can achieve it.

In the distance, the carriage was still parked there, watching the bridal sedan chair go far, Young Master Su said, "Let’s head back, let’s head back."

"Aren’t you going to see it?" the Ninth Prince asked.

"What’s there to see," Young Master Su said.

He let down the curtain, the servant climbed onto the shaft, and drove the carriage away.

Su Chong intended to take the bridal sedan chair around the Capital before heading back to Dongxiang Marquis Mansion.

Dongxiang Marquis Mansion was filled with joy, no one happier than the Duchess of Chong, whose eyes reddened, and nose stung.

This was a day she had long awaited.

Of course, where there’s happiness, there’s also dissatisfaction, such as at Duke Chong’s Mansion.

Su Chong, despite holding his wedding at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion, was the eldest son of Duke Chong’s Mansion, marrying their Duchess.

Duke Chong, being the second uncle, couldn’t not appear, but the fact that his nephew was getting married at someone else’s place, what was that about?

Speaking of other’s places, this mansion was, in fact, the real Duke Chong’s Mansion!

Sitting there, Duke Chong didn’t know how others were mocking him behind his back, the gazes on him made him feel like sitting on pins and needles.

Duke Chong was slightly better, but the Duchess felt truly furious, unable to express it on her face.

Princess Fu Yun was intended to be her daughter-in-law, but Su Chong snatched her away, not to mention, the betrothal money came from Duke Chong’s Mansion, yet the banquet was held at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion!

Watching Mrs. Tang smile broadly, chatting happily with Princess Zhenbei, the Duchess gritted her teeth in anger.

The Princess Consort was making her first public appearance since being ennobled by the Prince, and today, anyone attending the banquet at Dongxiang Marquis Mansion would pay respects and try to get close to Princess Zhenbei.

This was indeed the biological mother of the Heir of Prince Zhenbei. Back then, the Prince had refused to marry Princess Nanzhang for her, holding deep affection for over ten years, and now, just after reuniting, she was expecting again.

To be treated with such deep love and regard by Prince Zhenbei, unchanged in over ten years, how could it not arouse envy?

Thinking of those concubines in one’s own backyard, the envy was tinged with bitterness.

As they chatted, a servant came in from the front yard saying, "The bridal sedan chair is almost here!"

"Finally, it’s arriving," Mrs. Tang said with a smile.

After a while, the sound of firecrackers and horns blared together.

Amidst the sound of firecrackers, the bridal sedan chair stopped.

According to tradition, before the bride exits the sedan chair, the groom must shoot the sedan chair.

The servant handed a bow and arrow to Su Chong.

Su Chong drew the bow and nocked the arrow.

Three arrows shot in sequence.

All three arrows hit the bridal sedan chair, drawing cheers from the audience, praising Su Chong for inheriting his father’s skills.

The archery prowess of the late Heir of Duke Chong, known as "Eagle Eye," was not just talk.

After casually tossing the bow and arrow back to the servant, Su Chong kicked the sedan chair curtain aside.