Rebirth: After Becoming the Villainess-Chapter 90: You’ve Done the Worst, So What if I Say Something?
The General Mansion had been in utter chaos for the past few days. Marrying off two daughters at the same time, both to become princess consorts, was an absolutely wonderful affair in the eyes of outsiders.
The butler led his men to Xubai Small Building first thing in the morning.
"Hang up the lanterns... And this row of fencing has to be torn down. Also, we need to plant crabapple blossoms here... The Eldest Miss likes crabapple blossoms..."
"It’s so damn loud!"
The door was kicked open.
Song Lianhe appeared with a dark expression, her sullen, beautiful eyes sweeping across the faces of the servants in the courtyard.
All the servants in the mansion knew her temper. When she flew into a rage, not even the General could control her. They all hastily lowered their heads, not daring to meet her gaze.
The butler stepped forward. "Second Miss, I am acting on the Master and Madam’s orders to handle all wedding preparations. This Xubai Small Building..."
Song Lianhe said, "Get out."
"Second Miss! This is for your wedding to Prince Ling..."
"Xuan Mei."
SWISH.
A dark figure leaped down from above, landing swiftly in front of the butler.
The butler stumbled back in fear. "You... y-y-you, it’s you again..."
The General Mansion was no ordinary residence, and Song Xingfeng’s personal guards were all masters. They had been aware of Xuan Mei since the first day he appeared. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to deal with him; they simply couldn’t defeat him. After they reported the situation to Song Xingfeng and he learned the man was Song Lianhe’s bodyguard, he had no choice but to turn a blind eye, no matter how displeased he was.
Xuan Mei ignored him, unsheathed his longsword, and pressed the blade to the butler’s neck. The color instantly drained from the butler’s face. "Second Miss... I will report this to the Master and Madam..."
Xuan Mei was decisive, sending the man flying out of the courtyard with a single kick.
He turned, sheathed his sword, and approached Song Lianhe. "I hear the wedding date has been moved up."
Song Lianhe rubbed her temples. Seeing the speed of the preparations around the mansion, she’d already guessed it. But there was still not a single word from Zhou Cangyan.
’Is he going to pull this off or not?’
Song Lianhe had no more time to waste. After a simple breakfast, she was about to head out with her men.
"And where might you be going?"
Song Xingfeng and Mrs. Liu were standing at the entrance to the small courtyard.
Song Lianhe replied evenly, "Just going out for a bit."
"You’re about to be a married woman. What sort of decorum is it to be running around outside all day? Starting today, you will stay in your room and sew your wedding dress with your sister."
In Da Cheng, it was tradition for a woman to wear a wedding dress she had sewn with her own two hands.
However, for those not skilled in needlework, it was perfectly acceptable to hire someone to make it for them.
Song Xilan’s skill in needlework had been taught by a renowned master Mrs. Liu had personally invited from Jiangnan. The original novel mentioned that even the Empress Dowager sang the praises of her embroidery. On the day of her wedding to Prince Ling, her wedding dress caused a sensation in Ling’an City the moment it appeared, leading women all over the city to scramble to imitate its design.
Song Lianhe knew her sister excelled at needlework, so she scoffed at the craft and refused to even touch a needle, as if anything Song Xilan enjoyed was inherently common.
That was why Mrs. Liu, knowing full well Song Lianhe was terrible at embroidery, proposed they follow ancestral tradition and have both daughters sew their own wedding dresses. She wanted to use Song Lianhe to highlight her own daughter’s cleverness, competence, and inner grace.
Mrs. Liu smiled, fanning herself with a silk fan as she said in a soft, placating voice, "My Lord, if Lianhe doesn’t want to do it, I’ll just have Lan’er do it for her. It will just be a bit more trouble for her, but as long as we can protect the General Mansion’s reputation, it’s no matter."
Song Xingfeng’s face was dark. He looked at Song Lianhe with utter disdain. "If you put in half the effort your sister does, you wouldn’t be so useless you can’t even make a wedding dress!"
The disgust in his voice made Song Lianhe’s brow furrow. "Putting aside whether Father raised two daughters just to save on the cost of hiring a seamstress, when did I ever say I was going to marry Prince Ling?"
Song Xingfeng snapped, "This matter is not for you to decide!"
"Fine. Then you marry him."
"You monster! How dare you say something like that?!"
"You’ve already done the worst you can do, so what’s wrong with me saying a few words?"
Just as the father and daughter were about to start fighting again, Mrs. Liu hurriedly tried to intervene. Song Lianhe shot her a cold glare. "I am speaking with my father. When did it become the place of a mere concubine to interrupt?"
Ever since their last major fight, Mrs. Liu had despised her. She turned to Song Xingfeng and began to whine tearfully, "My Lord, you see, don’t you? I have no place left in this family at all~"
