Calculated as Lord Qi is, he failed to see his second wife Zhang-shi was foolish enough to replace the original with a fake.
Qi Zhao was put in the sedan chair after she was drugged.
She wasn’t in a good shape to begin with. When she woke up and found out what happened, she was scared as well as angry. Seized by an outburst of anger, she passed away.
That was how Ah Zhao ended up here.
She sighs as she feels the weight of her feeble limbs.
Weak indeed.
Now she is carried with half of her weight on another person. In a few steps, her legs are already shaking.
Good she doesn't have to walk a long distance.
She hears a shriek: “The bride is here.”
Immediately, noise grows.
Endless noise around her makes her head throb. She gasps for breath.
At this point, everything suddenly becomes quiet.
With a good hearing, she hears someone say “The General is here.”
The General?
Since Ah Zhao isn't Qi Zhao, she isn’t afraid of Huo Jun at all, rather, she’s quite curious.
Steady footsteps approach, a rhythmical sound of leather army boots against the ground as if it is knocking on everyone's heart.
Huo Jun looks at his bride.
Below the red wedding gown is a slender body. With everything covered up, he can only see a little part of her attractive figure.
The matron who is standing in front of Ah Zhao is so intimidated and panic-stricken, she tries to remain calm: “Gen, General, please come to the wedding hall with the bride.”
Hearing the matron’s shaky voice, Ah Zhao is amused as she thinks how ferocious this woman was to her a minute ago now that she is so intimidated by someone else.
What a cowardly bully.
As she thinks, she is given a section of red silk.
She knows this. The bridegroom and bride are supposed to hold both ends of the red silk as a good omen for a couple with one heart or good fortune.
The matron who has been by her side all this time steps away. She feels someone else on her right, standing very close to her. Stealing a glance, she sees a pair of black boots, strong and straight lower legs.
Looking up, her sight is blocked by the kerchief.
The two walk to the wedding hall together.
As he's walking, Huo Jun suddenly feels a strong tug at the red silk in his hand.
Then he hears: “General, can you slow down?”
He pauses for a second.
Ah Zhao, not knowing what he means, continues: “I don’t have the strength to walk anymore.”
She isn’t lying. This body of hers is born weak, plus that drug given to Qi Zhao by her step mother makes her weak. It is good news that she’s still conscious.
Huo Jun looks at the woman beside him a little surprised.
Her voice is small and tiny, which doesn’t sound very energetic, her tone sweet as if she is a spoiled child.
He has heard that Qi Family came from the South and moved North.
This girl of Qi Family does look like a delicately sweet one of the South.
A sweet voice but daring, knowing who I am and still talking to me like that.
Guests at the ceremony see the general suddenly stop.
Many of them look at each other, surprised and bewildered.Is the General not happy about his bride?
Calculated as Lord Qi is, he failed to see his second wife Zhang-shi was foolish enough to replace the original with a fake.
Qi Zhao was put in the sedan chair after she was drugged.
She wasn’t in a good shape to begin with. When she woke up and found out what happened, she was scared as well as angry. Seized by an outburst of anger, she passed away.
That was how Ah Zhao ended up here.
She sighs as she feels the weight of her feeble limbs.
Weak indeed.
Now she is carried with half of her weight on another person. In a few steps, her legs are already shaking.
Good she doesn't have to walk a long distance.
She hears a shriek: “The bride is here.”
Immediately, noise grows.
Endless noise around her makes her head throb. She gasps for breath.
At this point, everything suddenly becomes quiet.
With a good hearing, she hears someone say “The General is here.”
The General?
Since Ah Zhao isn't Qi Zhao, she isn’t afraid of Huo Jun at all, rather, she’s quite curious.
Steady footsteps approach, a rhythmical sound of leather army boots against the ground as if it is knocking on everyone's heart.
Huo Jun looks at his bride.
Below the red wedding gown is a slender body. With everything covered up, he can only see a little part of her attractive figure.
The matron who is standing in front of Ah Zhao is so intimidated and panic-stricken, she tries to remain calm: “Gen, General, please come to the wedding hall with the bride.”
Hearing the matron’s shaky voice, Ah Zhao is amused as she thinks how ferocious this woman was to her a minute ago now that she is so intimidated by someone else.
What a cowardly bully.
As she thinks, she is given a section of red silk.
She knows this. The bridegroom and bride are supposed to hold both ends of the red silk as a good omen for a couple with one heart or good fortune.
The matron who has been by her side all this time steps away. She feels someone else on her right, standing very close to her. Stealing a glance, she sees a pair of black boots, strong and straight lower legs.
Looking up, her sight is blocked by the kerchief.
The two walk to the wedding hall together.
As he's walking, Huo Jun suddenly feels a strong tug at the red silk in his hand.
Then he hears: “General, can you slow down?”
He pauses for a second.
Ah Zhao, not knowing what he means, continues: “I don’t have the strength to walk anymore.”
She isn’t lying. This body of hers is born weak, plus that drug given to Qi Zhao by her step mother makes her weak. It is good news that she’s still conscious.
Huo Jun looks at the woman beside him a little surprised.
Her voice is small and tiny, which doesn’t sound very energetic, her tone sweet as if she is a spoiled child.
He has heard that Qi Family came from the South and moved North.
This girl of Qi Family does look like a delicately sweet one of the South.
A sweet voice but daring, knowing who I am and still talking to me like that.
Guests at the ceremony see the general suddenly stop.
Many of them look at each other, surprised and bewildered.Is the General not happy about his bride?
