Had Zhu Ziyu been taken away?
Cui Mingyue couldn’t look outside, only anxiously guessing.
Zhu Ziyu had indeed been dragged away, leaving behind only the banner that had fallen from his hands.
Those nearby could still see the large characters on the banner: “Cui Guniang Is My Wife.”
Countless gazes fell upon Prince Xiang.
Everyone was curious how Prince Xiang would handle this after Zhu Ziyu’s disruption.
To be fair, Prince Xiang was quite unfortunate, encountering such an inauspicious event on what should have been a joyous occasion.
However, many quietly sighed: What could be done? Who told Prince Xiang to steal someone’s love?
Prince Xiang: ??
In the wedding procession, people looked at each other, and no one dared to take the lead, all turning to the wedding facilitator.
The facilitator, sent from the palace, though accustomed to grand occasions, had never encountered such a situation. She had only just regained her composure.
Regardless, the wedding had to proceed.
Under the urging gazes of the crowd, the facilitator steeled herself and approached Prince Xiang.
“Your Highness—”
Seated on his horse, Prince Xiang stared at the red flower in the facilitator’s hair, finding it particularly jarring.
He cast a cold glance at the bridal sedan, tugged on the reins, and man and horse galloped away, leaving behind only a trail of dust and a bewildered wedding procession and spectators.
The crowd fell silent, broken only by the facilitator’s shrill cry: “Your Highness, you can’t leave—”
Jiang Si watched from the second-floor window of a street-side teahouse, smiling slightly.
Years ago, Princess Rongyang had stolen her mother’s happiness. Now, her daughter was abandoned by the groom on her wedding day. This must be karmic retribution.
Virtuous families will be blessed with good fortune, while wicked families will be cursed with misfortune.
Who says there’s no retribution? Sometimes it’s heaven’s will; when heaven doesn’t act, people will.
Jiang Si interlocked her fingers, squeezing them tightly.
She enjoyed being the one to carry out heaven’s will.
“Ah Si.”
“Hm?”
Yu Jin shifted his gaze from his wife’s tightly clasped hands and smiled, “We should head to Prince Xiang’s manor now.”
Jiang Si stood up, smiling sweetly, “Alright.”
Outside on the street.
Cui Mingyue suddenly lifted the sedan curtain.
Ahead, apart from countless eyes looking her way, there was no sign of the groom.
Had she been abandoned by Prince Xiang halfway through her wedding?
Although she had prepared herself for the consequences after hearing Zhu Ziyu’s commotion, this outcome was still unbearable for Cui Mingyue.
Her hand loosened, the curtain fell, and she collapsed inside the bridal sedan.