Transmigrated to Another World and Doted on by Everyone!-Chapter 253: Extra: Ancient Times (Part 6)

Besides, the original body and Mu Yao already resembled each other somewhat, and with the heavy makeup, their original slight similarity had immediately become five or six parts alike.

Rong Xingyu caught the scent of alcohol on the man.

If that was the case, he should be able to keep up the deception a little longer without being exposed, right!?

"Miss Mu, come drink the cross-cupped wine with .e."

Before the words had fully fallen, a small cup of wine was already being offered in front of Rong Xingyu.

Looking at the clear wine that barely covered the bottom of the cup, Rong Xingyu fell silent.

Perhaps the man worried that "Miss Mu," as a lady, could not hold her liquor, which was why he poured so little.

Sensing the man’s consideration, Rong Xingyu pressed his lips together.

After hearing the man’s earlier words, he had actually felt quite disappointed.

Because the man said he had long admired Mu Yao, then there was a very high chance he was not his own lover.

Rong Xingyu sighed quietly to himself.

What kind of situation even was this?

He might as well start thinking in advance about how to get away.

No one knew how long they remained like that, the man holding up the cup the entire time, patiently waiting for Rong Xingyu to move.

In the end, Rong Xingyu hesitated before taking the cup.

Their arms intertwined.

Through the gap beneath the veil, Rong Xingyu brought the cup to his lips.

But shielded by the veil and layers of clothing, he moved quickly, tipping the wine into his sleeve instead of actually drinking it.

He then handed the now empty cup back to the man.

Only the two of them sat on the bed, so the ceremony was naturally kept simple.

Next came the moment to lift Rong Xingyu’s veil.

He tried to steady his breathing, making himself appear less nervous.

Even though he had basically concluded the man would not be Ding Yixin, an uncontrollable thread of anticipation still surged in his heart.

Until the veil was slowly lifted, Rong Xingyu raised his head and finally saw the man before him who is also dressed in wedding robes.

The man was tall and the luxurious wedding garment embroidered with gold thread did not look gaudy on him at all; instead, it only made him appear even more dignified and imposing.

Only...

Rong Xingyu’s gaze gradually moved upward and finally settling on the man’s face.

He was wearing a mask.

The mask had a strange design, even somewhat ferocious, covering the man’s face so thoroughly that not a hint was revealed.

Rong Xingyu fell silent.

He suddenly understood why there were rumors that General Rong was hideous enough to make children by the roadside burst into tears.

Even for an adult, seeing such a mask at first glance would likely make one’s heart jump in fright.

Why would he cover his entire face with a mask?

Thinking of the man as a general who defended the nation, and how dangerous the battlefield was, blades and spears had no eyes, and one could be injured at any moment.

Could it be that he had suffered some injury, which was why he concealed his face?

Rong Xingyu frowned.

For some reason, waves of ache rose in his heart.

His voice even carried a trace of choking emotion. "Your face..."

Meanwhile, after lifting the veil, the man was momentarily struck by Rong Xingyu’s beauty.

Then he saw Rong Xingyu’s eyes gradually redden.

The man’s heart felt as if someone had gripped it tightly.

He dropped to one knee before Rong Xingyu and raising a hand as if to wipe away his tears.

His hands were large and easily able to cradle Rong Xingyu’s face in his palms.

There was a layer of calluses on the man’s fingertips.

When those fingers brushed against Rong Xingyu’s cheek, his body trembled almost imperceptibly, yet he did not manage to pull away.

Although Rong Xingyu had not actually shed tears, the man still used his thumb to gently rub at the faint redness at the corner of his eyes.

"Don’t cry," the man said, his voice low and steady.

Rong Xingyu sniffed softly, forcing back the moisture in his eyes.

"Your face... what happened to it?" he could not help but ask.

The man lifted a hand to touch his mask, seeming to understand why the "young lady" before him had suddenly reddened eyes.

He fell silent for a moment.

Then he simply removed the mask.

Rong Xingyu’s eyes were still slightly red and he was caught completely off guard as he saw the man’s face clearly.

His eyes widened a little, and his mouth parted without him realizing it.

There was not a single scar on the man’s face and what Rong Xingyu never expected was...

Beneath the mask was such a face.

If it had to be described in one word, it would be "beautiful."

Rong Xingyu had watched period dramas in the modern world, yet he had never seen a man in historical attire as striking as this.

He suddenly found himself completely believing those old stories of admirers tossing fruit into a carriage.

Yet with a face like this, Rong Xingyu truly could not imagine how the man wielded blades and weapons, living among rough soldiers in military camps.

It was practically a waste of heaven’s gift!

Seeing Rong Xingyu staring in a daze, the man arched a brow, a hint of a smile curling at his lips.

"Miss Mu... or should I call you... my wife?"

"Huh?"

Rong Xingyu snapped back to himself, realizing he had been openly staring at the man’s face, and his own face flushed bright red.

He blinked. "W-wife?"

The man laughed openly. "Since Miss Mu has married me, I should naturally address you as my wife."

Rong Xingyu fell silent.

Before he could say anything, the man suddenly leaned in.

He still remembered to sweep all the longans and peanuts off the bed so they would not press uncomfortably against Rong Xingyu.