Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 251: Extra: Ancient Times (Part 4)

The servants had also heard whispers about the absurd matter of "marrying in place of his sister."

They could not help but feel a bit of sympathy for this second young master, whose background was already so tragic.

But they dared not privately discuss their masters’ affairs.

Moreover, the prime minister’s residence had given out generous hush money to prevent the matter from spreading.

So they could only pretend not to notice the impatience on Rong Xingyu’s face and focused on dressing him with care.

Rong Xingyu closed his eyes and dozed lightly for a while.

When he opened them again and saw himself in the bronze mirror, he still froze for a moment.

Even though this was not the first time Rong Xingyu had dressed as a woman.

Long ago, when he was still in high school, he had helped his second brother Rong Zhenghao by making a cameo in a film crew and playing a role where he disguised himself as a woman.

Back then, he had also worn historical costume.

Rong Xingyu had even trended online because the styling for that role was so stunning.

But that character had been a "holy maiden"; although dressed in red, the makeup and clothing had been simple.

Now, Rong Xingyu’s gaze lingered on his reflection in the mirror.

His face was covered in heavy makeup.

The original owner’s features had leaned toward refined and delicate, but after this styling they appeared strikingly glamorous.

Together with the two touches of crimson deliberately painted at the corners of his eyes, there was an indescribable allure.

Rong Xingyu frowned slightly and causing the floral ornament at the center of his brow to shift.

The servants nearby were nearly stunned by the sight.

He had also been dressed in layers upon layers of wedding robes, though in a woman’s style.

And atop his head sat an intricate crown.

It was so heavy that Rong Xingyu hardly dared to turn his neck afraid that he might strain it if he moved carelessly.

This entire outfit had been prepared by the general’s residence, more than enough to show their sincerity.

Rong Xingyu thought wryly: he just hoped that when they discovered the bride had been swapped, they wouldn’t completely lose their composure on the spot.

The bright red veil was slowly lowered over Rong Xingyu’s head and covering his face completely.

All he could see was an expanse of festive crimson.

He then moved forward step by step while being supported by attendants

Ancient wedding rituals were exceedingly complicated; Rong Xingyu felt like a puppet on strings, doing whatever others instructed him to do.

From the very bottom edge of the veil, he could only glimpse a small patch of ground and barely catching sight of the hem of his skirt.

Just as he was about to leave the prime minister’s residence, a pair of gold-thread embroidered boots suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

Rong Xingyu’s body paused slightly.

The newcomer stopped in front of him and extended a hand toward him.

Through the narrow gap beneath the veil, Rong Xingyu could see that this person was also dressed in wedding robes.

This must be that "General Ding," he thought.

Almost instinctively, Rong Xingyu pressed his lips together.

For reasons he could not quite explain, a faint nervousness rose in his heart.

He studied the hand before him, it was not the same as the hand he knew so well.

Ding Yixin’s fingers were long and elegant, the joints clearly defined as if they were a work of art.

This hand, however, was somewhat rough.

Although the fingers were also long and the veins stood out slightly, the palm that was turned upward toward him was covered in calluses of varying sizes.

Perhaps that was only to be expected for a man who was a general.

After a brief hesitation, Rong Xingyu placed his hand into the man’s palm.

The man closed his hand around Rong Xingyu’s and led him forward.

The moment their hands touched, a strange sensation spread through him.

Rong Xingyu’s breathing quickened slightly.

Could it be Ding Yixin? Could it be his lover?

His thoughts tumbled in confusion, yet he could not be certain.

In a very soft voice, he asked, "Is it you?"

For the sake of festivity, many musicians had been invited outside and crowds of onlookers gathered.

He received no reply.

His heart sank a little.

Perhaps it was simply too noisy and the man had not heard him.

Or perhaps his intuition had been wrong.

Only after he sat inside the bridal sedan sent by the general’s residence did Rong Xingyu finally manage to steady himself.

And the wedding ceremony was only halfway complete.

He raised a hand to steady the heavy crown and thought with quiet resignation: when he had been planning a wedding before, he had chosen something more Western in style precisely because traditional ceremonies were far too cumbersome.

Who could have imagined that he would now have the chance to experience a fully traditional wedding.

And he did not even know whom he was marrying.

Rong Xingyu had a bright red bridal veil draped over his head and did not see the look in the man’s eyes as he gazed at him.

Otherwise, he would have recognized that look instantly, it was one he knew all too well.

The masked man tugged lightly on the reins and rode at the front on a tall, fine horse.

With music playing and drums beating, the procession returned to the general’s residence in lively celebration.

With the veil still covering him, Rong Xingyu completed the ceremonial bows with the man and was then escorted into the bridal chamber, which had long since been prepared.

Sitting alone on the bed, he felt nothing but exhaustion, hunger, and a faint discomfort from the hard surface beneath him.

Rong Xingyu reaching down absently and discovered peanuts and longans scattered across the bed.

After going hungry all day, he could finally eat something.