Transmigration: From Farmer To Empress-Chapter 1285 - 1291: Brother Ying Looking for Someone (4)

Reflecting on it, this marital affair was indeed considered a good match for the Duke of England’s household.

However, it might not necessarily be a good match for Third Uncle Mu’s family. freewebnøvel_com

Although, on the surface, it seemed that Cai Lian had really climbed to a higher branch, but such a high branch, once married into, would surely not give her good days.

In the capital, Young Master Ji’s reputation was truly not good; his arrogance and debauchery were almost universally known. It was said that he kept over twenty songstresses and concubines at home; marrying into such a household would surely not bring happiness, and besides, Ji Dayu was a dandy who held himself above all others. He would definitely look down upon Cai Lian because of her background and would not treat her well!

Lady Du advised Third Aunt Mu, "Sister-in-law, don’t sell yourself short. Our Lian’er is gentle and sensible, and it is the British public house who eagerly sent a marriage proposal—how could they treat Lian’er badly?"

Third Aunt Mu was still downhearted, sighing as she said, "Alas, I always feel that something isn’t right!"

Xiang Yun also felt uneasy, but as an outsider, even if she felt something was amiss, she wasn’t in a position to comment, let alone that Miss Lian’er looked like a happily married little woman. If Xiang Yun spoke ill of the Duke of England’s household now, Lian’er might not even believe her!

"After the meal is over, she’ll receive the marriage proposal. It’s a shame that I am now heavy with child and cannot attend the ceremony. However, Zhongqing will certainly go. I will prepare the additional bridal gifts for Lian’er shortly, and will have someone send them over tomorrow..."

Lady Du was very understanding; in fact, additional bridal gifts could usually be sent just before the bride’s departure, but Third Uncle Mu’s household was poor, and they did not even have presentable clothes to wear when the British public house came to propose, let alone head jewelry—so as not to embarrass them later on, Lady Du decided to get things ready earlier rather than have them appear too shabby and cause shame at that time!

After finishing a meal, Lady Du and Third Aunt Mu continued to discuss Cai Lian’s marriage proposal and wedding endlessly, Cai Wei had not returned as Xiang Yun had hoped, she hadn’t even had the chance to bring up Cai Wei with Lady Du. Seeing no opportunity to ask about Cai Wei or her whereabouts, Xiang Yun sat for a while, then got up and said her goodbyes.

As she left, Xiang Yun was startled to see that Mo Zili’s horse carriage had arrived unnoticed and was parked alongside hers. Upon seeing Xiang Yun emerge, Mo Zili lifted the carriage curtain and said, "Xiang Yun, where are you headed next? I’ll accompany you!"

Xiang Yun felt a chill. She had no desire to stroll the streets with him, nor any to spend time with him. So, with a cold glance, she said, "Nowhere, I am tired, I’m going back to the manor to sleep!"

With that, she grabbed the horse carriage door without any assistance, leapt up into her own carriage in one swift motion, and slammed the curtain down, ignoring Mo Zili completely.

In Mo Zili’s carriage, Cheng Cai asked cautiously, "Young Master, are your ribs holding up?"

Mo Zili, pale-faced, responded, "No matter, instruct the coachman, we must follow the Young Madam this time..."

Cheng Cai cast a resentful glance at the carriage outside and then at his master, who was in pain and as pale as paper. Reluctantly, he agreed, "Yes—"

After getting into the carriage, Xiang Yun felt very unhappy. She did not like Mo Zili suddenly appearing at her side, disturbing her life. Whether it was because of concern or guilt on his part, she didn’t need any of it. All she wanted was for him to stay far away from her, to avoid her sight. Because whenever she saw him, without him saying or doing anything, just the sight of him made her involuntarily think of painful matters.

For instance, when he lifted the corners of his lips to smile at her, she’d immediately remember this same mouth had ordered the death of her nanny, which filled her heart with resentment; or when he picked out fish bones or peeled crabs for her, she’d recall that these hands had also done the same for another woman, even caressed the woman she detested most.

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