The Whole Dynasty Spoils the Tyrant's Beloved Youngest Daughter-Chapter 507 - 504: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (30)

Chapter 507: Chapter 504: Long Hair Tied to His Heart: Yu Wei Side Story (30)

Song Wei, burdened by these worries, couldn’t sleep or eat well day after day.

She gradually became more haggard, her once rounded, smooth face now visibly sunken to the naked eye, with high cheekbones protruding painfully.

Hua Hua felt sorry seeing this and tried various ways to get Song Wei to eat more, but Song Wei’s mind was too troubled to eat.

Compared to Song Wei, Mr. Song’s concerns weighed even heavier.

As long as Jun Yu hadn’t come to marry Song Wei, the benefits he promised could not be realized.

Mr. Song paced anxiously back and forth, wondering if the cooked duck would simply fly away like this.

Madam Song, oh no, she’s no longer the madam, but a concubine, can only be called Mrs. Zhao now.

Mrs. Zhao said with resentment, "Master, back then, you demoted me without hesitation to gain the benefits promised by the Seventeenth Prince, but in the end, what did you get?"

Indeed, Mr. Song hadn’t received any actual benefits yet, and he felt guilty, unsure how to refute her.

Mrs. Zhao continued aggressively, "In my opinion, the master was played by them."

Mr. Song had thought so too, but only thought about it briefly; he still held a sliver of hope, wishing for a surprise.

Beside them, the heavily pregnant Song Wanwan, caressing her large belly and spurred by a sense of grievance, urged, "Father, as I see it, since the Seventeenth Prince isn’t coming to marry Song Wei anymore, we don’t have to treat her well. Why not quickly marry her off? Just marry her to Mr. Li as originally planned."

Due to a mix-up and mingling with the steward, which resulted in pregnancy, Song Wanwan had no choice but to marry the old steward who was past fifty.

Because of this, she always held on to a grudge.

She had been worried about not having the chance to vent, and now the chance had come.

The old steward standing humbly behind Song Wanwan, seeing her panting in anger, softly advised, "Wanwan, calm down, don’t get angry, or it will affect the baby, which wouldn’t be good."

"Who are you to care?" Song Wanwan responded displeased.

The steward couldn’t say another word, shrinking his neck like a turtle.

Seeing this, Mr. Song shook his head, secretly scolding the steward for lacking courage.

Turning to Song Wanwan, he advised, "Wanwan, I understand your grievances, but we really can’t rush this matter. Let’s wait a bit longer. If after another month the Seventeenth Prince still hasn’t come, we’ll proceed as you suggested."

Song Wanwan scoffed, "Don’t say a month, even in a year, the Seventeenth Prince won’t come."

Mrs. Zhao agreed, "Wanwan’s right. I suspect that once back, the Seventeenth Prince’s family hindered him, so he changed his mind and won’t come to marry Song Wei."

Her words carried a hidden delight, relishing in the commotion.

Both Mrs. Zhao and Song Wanwan hoped for the situation to escalate, best if everyone knew Song Wei was abandoned, ultimately embarrassing Song Wei.

Mr. Song only lamented the benefits promised by the Seventeenth Prince, sighing, "... If it’s really like that, it’s a pity about that manor."

He had secretly checked out the manor; the location and scenery were quite nice, highly sought after by people of the Jianghu.

"... Nothing to pity," Song Wanwan said. "That manor was never ours; why should we covet it?"

Mr. Song: "..."

Girl, you don’t understand.

...

A month passed quickly, reaching the limit of the Song family’s patience.

Yet Jun Yu still didn’t come, not even sending a letter.

Furious, Mr. Song decided immediately to find someone to marry Song Wei off, right away, no one else but the former Mr. Li.

That day, just as he was about to go to Mr. Li’s house to discuss the marriage, the town suddenly became lively.

The Imperial Guard in golden armor paved the way, with a welcoming procession slowly heading towards the Song residence in the north of the city.

The procession stretched over two streets, the groom at the very front riding a tall horse, half his face covered by a silver-white mask, yet unable to hide his vigorous spirit.

Surrounded by dozens of palace attendants, each holding a six-sided red palace lantern, all dressed in festive red.

In the procession behind him, several strong men with red flowers on their chests carried sedans, smiles on their faces.

The sedan was also a festive red, but the edges were embroidered with the gold thread exclusively used by the Imperial Family, inadvertently adding a touch of nobility.

Further back, strongmen were carrying chest after chest of betrothal gifts.

The procession was so long that its end couldn’t be seen.

In the procession, every five steps a palace maid, each holding a deep bamboo basket filled with candies and Copper Coins. The palace maids’ snow-white hands occasionally scattered the contents into the crowd.

Many onlookers eagerly rushed forward to snatch them. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

The scene was exceptionally lively.

This was the renowned ten-mile wedding pageantry, lively indeed.

Upon hearing of this, Mr. Song dared not act recklessly, hurriedly ordering preparations within the residence, and informed Song Wei not to be dramatic anymore, but to get herself tidied up, ready to be married.

When the welcoming procession reached the Song residence gate, the people in the city finally realized which family was marrying off their daughter.

So, it was the Song family!

"This eldest Miss of the Song family married a steward, the second Miss is engaged to a newly appointed county magistrate, said to be marrying by the end of the year, leaving only the third Miss unmarried. I thought this third Miss of the Song family, being less favored and of average looks, wouldn’t have any good match waiting for her. Surprisingly, her groom turned out to be someone so impressive, with a ten-mile wedding procession? Must be a big deal."

"Absolutely!"

"Shows how one shouldn’t judge by appearances, just like not measuring the sea with a bushel."

"This third Miss Song is truly fortunate!"

The discussions continued at every corner.

Yet no one knew Jun Yu’s identity; they could only wildly guess, and if they couldn’t figure it out, they just regarded Jun Yu as an important person.

When Song Wei found out, she was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, staring blankly at her haggard reflection. A dagger lay on the dressing table, newly purchased and personally sharpened by her.

Upon hearing that Mr. Song intended to marry her off to Mr. Li, she had planned out her own end.

Ending her life, heading to the yellow spring.

When Hua Hua informed Song Wei of Jun Yu’s ten-mile wedding procession, Song Wei finally put away the dagger and gathered herself, allowing Hua Hua to help her dress up.

Hua Hua deliberately applied a lot of powder to Song Wei’s face to hide her haggardness, then added rouge, improving her complexion.

"Miss, which jewelry shall we use? Should we use the ones made three months ago? Or the usual ones?"

Song Wei glanced at an elongated brocade box on the dressing table.

Hua Hua opened the box immediately, took out the golden hairpin with peony decoration, and adorned Song Wei with it, "My dear Miss, why do you only favor this single golden hairpin? Even the finest dishes can become sickening when eaten too much; can’t this hairpin bore you when worn constantly?"

"No."

After preparing herself, Song Wei was ready to meet Jun Yu, but as soon as she reached the door, she saw Jun Yu walking towards her.

Jun Yu, dressed in a red groom’s attire, smiled upon seeing her and quickened his steps significantly, joyfully calling, "Xiao Wei."

"Ah Yu!"

Song Wei broke away from Hua Hua’s supporting hand, ran towards that familiar figure, tears falling, trailing behind her.

A pair destined for each other tightly embraced.

May the long hair bind to your heart, together for all lifetimes, never parting.