Exile with Storage Space: Family Fortunes in the Barren Lands-Chapter 509 - 480: Complete the Act (1)

The Great Princess Li Yuwen, through the red bridal veil, saw the hand as thin as dry bamboo, but instead of reaching out to support, she lifted her skirt herself and walked out of the sedan chair.

The two maids hired by Pei Shenyan, not knowing it was a fake wedding, were dumbfounded.

Why doesn’t the bride take the groom’s hand? Did she not see it?

Pei Shenyan smiled generously, "Cui Xi, Aunt Zhou, help the young mistress into the house."

The girl and the woman, one on each side, supported Li Yuwen and walked into the courtyard.

The two wedding maids exchanged puzzled glances and followed them inside.

Li Xingmao, who came along to send off the bride, threw the horse’s reins to the young servant Pei Fusheng.

The old servant Pei Ji invited him into the house, "Brother-in-law, please."

Li Xingmao returned the salute, "Uncle Pei, please."

Everyone entered the main house, and the workshop supervisor, whom Pei Shenyan had invited to preside over the wedding, began to recite the congratulatory message written by Pei Shenyan, rhythmically and with emphasis.

Li Yuwen, well-read in poetry and literature, was secretly astonished; the words were so well written. Who wrote them?

Could it be this bookworm of a rogue?

When the supervisor finished reciting the congratulatory message, he smiled and said, "The ceremony for the newlyweds begins."

First bow to Heaven and Earth, second bow to the family elders.

Pei Shenyan’s mother passed away early and his father was not present, so there were no family elders to bow to.

The two only bowed to the memorial tablet of Pei Shenyan’s mother on the incense table.

As the older brother-in-law, Li Xingmao also received the couple’s ceremonial bows.

During the couple’s mutual bow, the Great Princess Li Yuwen merely bent her knees and nodded, not bothering much.

Pei Shenyan noticed her lack of cooperation and told the two maids, "The young mistress is tired from the sedan ride, quickly help her back to her room to rest."

"Yes, young master." The two maids, grumbling inwardly, helped Li Yuwen into the bedroom.

In the outer room, Pei Shenyan expressed his gratitude to the workshop supervisor.

The old servant Pei Ji had arranged for the food and wine to be served.

Pei Shenyan worried that overly publicizing the wedding would upset Li Yuwen, so he invited only a few.

He only invited the street’s workshop supervisor, a few neighbors, and a couple of frequent friends, along with himself and Li Xingmao — just ten people in all for the drink.

More so, a month after he was born, Old Mrs. Pei had the old servant Pei Ji bring him to live in this old Pei Family residence. With no relatives around and his poor health limiting interactions, few guests were invited, and there was no one to say anything.

Pei Shenyan instructed Pei Ji to set just one table in the main hall.

Li Xingmao didn’t mind the simplicity, exchanged greetings with everyone present, and sat down to drink.

In the bedroom, after entering the bridal chamber, Li Yuwen pulled off her veil herself.

Startling the two wedding maids and two maids into staring at her.

Firstly, they were amazed by her behavior, as the veil was meant to be lifted by the groom, yet Li Yuwen removed it herself, her face showing impatience.

"It made me feel suffocated." She rubbed her sore neck, walked over to a chair herself, and tossed the veil onto another chair carelessly.

Secondly, everyone was amazed by her beauty.

Xingfu Town may not be a bustling town, but it is a place where ten villages gather.

These two wedding maids had been to various households as wedding maids for decades and had seen thousands of brides, never encountering one as beautiful as this.

The two maids Cui Xi and Aunt Zhou were from the market, where people from ten villages gathered, and they thought that Mrs. Pei was the most beautiful woman they had ever seen.

Li Yuwen was tall and slim, with an oval face as fair as congealed cream, her eyes beneath distant brows, reminiscent of autumn waters, possessed a gentle allure within their cool elegance.

Anyone who had seen Li Yuwen in ceremonial attire reacted similarly to those present.

Li Yuwen had witnessed such looks many times growing up.

Thus, regardless of how the four women stared at her face or body, she continued to sit comfortably, allowing them to gaze from head to toe.

She showed no hint of shyness or timidity.

Her composure startled the four even more, for wasn’t the bride the daughter of the village teacher? Yet her demeanor was like that of a noble heiress.

The legendary Princess would be no more than this, right?

Beautiful, cool, with imperious eyes.

Li Yuwen scanned their faces with her gaze and gently spoke, "Do I look good?"

The four were taken aback and became a bit embarrassed. Such a boldly confident question, yet she indeed looked good.

"Beautiful." The four nodded in agreement; not admitting this would be blind or foolish.

"Now that you’ve looked, go about your own tasks. Also, bring me some tea, I’m thirsty," Li Yuwen said.

Inside this bridal chamber, there were four large braziers burning, and as Li Yuwen entered, waves of heat hit her face.