"So soon? You're not yet of age,"
"Father, your child is no longer young."
"Good! Good!"
Zhao Wenjun's father sighed, "Since that's the case, then prepare your wedding dress and betrothal gifts!"
"As for the betrothal gifts, I can prepare them slowly. However, Father, you see, Young Master Murong has also agreed, can we..."
"I don't think Murong Haoyue has a good impression of you. You should stop wasting your energy. If you want to marry Murong Haoyue, go and beg the old master to agree."
"This..."
Zhao Wenjun frowned, "Father, your child feels that this matter is best left to your child and Haoyue to handle themselves."
"Are you displeased that the Zhao family's wealth is too little and you don't want Murong Haoyue to marry you?"
"Father, it's not like that."
Zhao Wenjun gritted her teeth, "Father, your child doesn't mean that. Please give your child three days to think of a way."
"Hmm."
Zhao Wenjun's father nodded in satisfaction, "Then you can return to your room and wait for the dowry!"
"Okay."
Huangfu Shaoxuan returned to his manor, his face somewhat grim.
"Master, are you really going to marry Miss Zhao?"
Qinglong, who was beside him, asked doubtfully.
"Hmph!"
Huangfu Shaoxuan snorted coldly, "Master Zhao is so old, yet he's still playing such games of premature decay. It's simply shameless. I'd really like to know what Master Zhao's reaction would be if he knew that the engagement between Young Master Murong and the second young lady of the Zhao family had been called off."
"Haha, Master, your subordinate believes that Master Zhao won't do that. After all, he doesn't want to offend the Huangfu family, nor does he want to lose this marriage."
"Oh?"
Huangfu Shaoxuan raised an eyebrow.
"Master Zhao's attitude is so resolute this time, perhaps he has some support behind him! That's why he dares to be so arrogant."
"Support?"
"Exactly!"
Qinglong said, "Over the years, our Huangfu family has been secretly supporting the Zhao family's influence. Therefore, Master Zhao should now hold a significant number of our Huangfu family's secret forces, though he may not be aware of it."
A cold glint flashed in Huangfu Shaoxuan's eyes, "I didn't expect Old Man Zhao to be so cunning. I underestimated him! However, he wants to use Murong Haoyue to restrain this prince. Hmph, how can this prince let him succeed?"
"Master means..."
Qinglong's eyes lit up.
"We must ruin Murong Haoyue's wedding this time, otherwise, if Old Man Zhao and Zhao Wenjun join forces in the future, this prince will be in a difficult position. Therefore, this engagement must be canceled and Murong Haoyue must completely give up this idea."
"Yes, your subordinate understands."
Qinglong nodded.
"Furthermore, go and investigate Zhao Wenjun's identity and background. See how deep his relationship with the Murong family is."
"Yes!"
"Hmm! Go!"
"Yes."
Qinglong retreated.
Huangfu Shaoxuan's gaze flickered.
Murong Haoyue, just you wait. Your good days are about to end.
The next morning.
Huangfu Haoyue arrived at the Zhao manor's entrance.
"Shaoxuan, I've brought the betrothal gifts. See, there are two boxes of betrothal gifts. I'll send someone to the General's manor right away. If possible, let's get married today!"
Zhao Wenjun said with a smile.
"Hmm!"
Murong Haoyue smiled, "No rush, the engagement is already set, isn't it? Please be patient, I will give you a grand wedding."
"Of course!"
Zhao Wenjun's smile was radiant, "Not only should it be a grand affair, but we should also hang red lanterns high and set off firecrackers, letting the entire capital know that you are Zhao Wenjun's husband. I will let everyone in the capital know how excellent and wonderful a man you are!"
"Hmm!"
"How do you like this betrothal gift?"
Zhao Wenjun took out a silver note from her embrace and handed it to Murong Haoyue, "This is the betrothal gift that my father and I discussed and specifically prepared for you. It's enough for you to squander for a long time."
"Miss Zhao is too kind. I will accept this betrothal gift."
Murong Haoyue smiled and said, "However, betrothal gifts can't be taken for nothing. How about this! Miss Zhao, you seem quite tired lately. Why don't I accompany you for a walk in the manor, enjoy the flowers, and have some tea? Flowers are fine, even moon gazing would be good!"
"This..."
Zhao Wenjun hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Alright. Coincidentally, I also want to see what interesting attractions the capital has. It would be good for you to accompany me for a tour."
"Then let's go!"
The two spoke as they left.
"Shaoxuan, look, isn't that Miss Zhao?"
"Yes!"
Murong Haoyue looked in the direction the maid pointed and indeed saw Zhao Wenjun and Murong Haoyue walking away, chatting and laughing.
"Shaoxuan, Miss Zhao is really good to you."
"I think so too."
A gentle smile curved Murong Haoyue's lips.
An hour later.
Two carriages stopped in front of the Zhao manor.
Murong Haoyue and Zhao Wenjun boarded one of them one after another.
"Shaoxuan, are we going to the General's manor now?"
"Yes."
"Alright then!"
"Hmm."
Inside the carriage.
Zhao Wenjun and Murong Haoyue sat together, conversing happily.
"Haoyue, I'm very grateful that you're marrying me."
"Hmm!"
"You are a person worthy of entrusting my life to."
Zhao Wenjun continued.
Murong Haoyue was slightly stunned, then smiled.
His smile was very handsome.
Zhao Wenjun's heart couldn't help but flutter.
"Wenjun..."
Murong Haoyue called out.
"Hmm?"
"I hope you can be happy."
"Hmm! I will definitely be happy."
Zhao Wenjun said with a smile.
"Alright! Let's go to the General's manor!"
"Good."
Soon, the two carriages stopped in front of the General's manor.
Murong Haoyue alighted from the carriage.
"Shaoxuan, wait for me here for a moment."
Zhao Wenjun said, "Wait until I change into my wedding dress and come out, then you can come up."
"Okay!"
Murong Haoyue nodded slightly.
"I'll be right back."
After speaking, Zhao Wenjun entered the house and changed into a fiery red phoenix coronet and veil.
"Wow! So beautiful!"
A maid exclaimed.
"Alright, you two, stop chattering! Hurry up and get me dressed. Later, it will be my bridal chamber night!"
"Yes!"
"Oh! This dress is too heavy!"
Wearing the phoenix coronet and veil, Zhao Wenjun walked into the room with a sway of her hips, almost stumbling as soon as she sat down.
"Miss Wenjun, please don't walk around carelessly. It would be troublesome if you bump into anything!"
Two maids quickly advised.
Zhao Wenjun said impatiently, "I know! Hurry up and comb my hair! I can't wait!"
"Okay!"
Not long after.
Zhao Wenjun was escorted out of the Zhao manor by a group of people.
At this moment, she looked like a beautiful and proud phoenix, dazzling and eye-catching.
Murong Haoyue's eyes lit up when he saw Zhao Wenjun, and a faint curve appeared on his lips.
He stepped forward, reaching out to gently caress Zhao Wenjun's red veil skirt, "Wenjun, you are truly beautiful tonight!"
"Hmm, thank you!"
Zhao Wenjun smiled sweetly, appearing shy.
"Shaoxuan, the hour is getting late. Shall we go to the General's manor now?"
Murong Haoyue nodded, "Hmm! I'll go call the carriage now."
The two soon got into the carriage and headed towards the General's manor.
"You said what? Haoyue is getting married?"
"Yes! He's even preparing to hold a wedding!"
Zhao Wu's face was grim, "This brat, he found another half so quickly!"
The thought of his most beloved daughter marrying a mere son of a concubine made Zhao Wu feel extremely terrible.
"Father, please calm your anger! Although Haoyue is of concubine birth, his character is not low. Moreover, he is a filial child. Since he agreed to marry, he must be sincere."
Zhao Yuzhen quickly comforted him.