A few guests related to Qi Family turn pale.
Huo Jun is extremely powerful in Pingjing.
If he isn’t happy about the bride, Qi Family won't be having any good days in the future.
However, the next moment, they see the general’s cold expression turn a bit gentle for a second.
Ah Zhao is confused as to why the one beside her doesn’t move anymore then she feels a tight grip around her waist.
The next moment she’s in the air. He has carried her off the ground round the middle.
Cries in surprise rise around her.
The matron, who’s following them shouts out instinctively: “Ah! That's against the rules...”
Huo Jun stops. Turning around, he gives her a cold glare.
The matron finds the latter half of her sentence stuck at her throat, afraid to say it.
Watching Huo Jun start to carry the bride and walk to the wedding hall, the matron feels her heart beat again.
She would slap herself if she could.
Right.
There’s no rule in front of this guy.
In Pingjing, General Hua makes the rules.
Ah Zhao returns to her senses and finds herself leaning on a man's chest. She can hear his steady heartbeats. There's something cold against her cheeks, metal buttons on his clothes, perhaps.
Her hands are on his collar, an instinctive move.
She says below her breath: “General, you startled me.”
She’s indeed not afraid of me.
Realizing that, Huo Jun feels a strange sense of joy.
His lips curve a bit without being noticed. Without a word, he carries her to the wedding hall before he puts her down.
Then begins the lengthy wedding ceremony.
Ah Zhao struggles through the ceremony. To the end, she starts to lose her eyesight and her body becomes shaky.
Huo Jun’s attention has been on her all this time. Seeing that, he starts to frown inwardly. This bride of mine is way too weak.
After the ceremony, he carries her to the bridal chamber as he did before.
Given what happened, everyone in the hall remains calm as long as the general is happy.
Those of Qi Family can’t hide their joyful looks anymore. If the general likes his bride, as family of the bride, they will benefit as well.
Compared to the wedding hall, the bridal chamber is much quieter.
Ah Zhao lets out a sigh of relief finding all that noise gone.
The next second, she feels a breeze past her ears and the kerchief blocking her sight falls silently.
She is startled. Looking up instinctively, she meets a pair of star-like glittering eyes.
Standing nearby, the matron’s expression is rather awkward: “General, this...” is against the rules too.
Huo Jun’s eyes are fixed on Ah Zhao. He doesn’t even turn around when he says: “Out.”
The matron mutters: “What about the exchange of wine...”
He sounds indifferent: “Don't you understand me?”
The matron doesn’t hesitate anymore, putting a tray on the table, she leaves the room with other maids.
Now there are only Huo Jun and Ah Zhao in the room.
He stares at her without blinking and only speaks until she is out of nervousness: “Who are you?”
Ah Zhao’s eyes widen: “Ah?”
He sneers: “You are not Qi Ying.” His tone firm.
How can he, General Huo, not know what his bride looks like?
Though he doesn’t care much about this marriage, he can't stand being treated like a fool.
Ah Zhao mutters to cotton candy: “Does Lady Qi think everyone else is as stupid as she is?”
A few guests related to Qi Family turn pale.
Huo Jun is extremely powerful in Pingjing.
If he isn’t happy about the bride, Qi Family won't be having any good days in the future.
However, the next moment, they see the general’s cold expression turn a bit gentle for a second.
Ah Zhao is confused as to why the one beside her doesn’t move anymore then she feels a tight grip around her waist.
The next moment she’s in the air. He has carried her off the ground round the middle.
Cries in surprise rise around her.
The matron, who’s following them shouts out instinctively: “Ah! That's against the rules...”
Huo Jun stops. Turning around, he gives her a cold glare.
The matron finds the latter half of her sentence stuck at her throat, afraid to say it.
Watching Huo Jun start to carry the bride and walk to the wedding hall, the matron feels her heart beat again.
She would slap herself if she could.
Right.
There’s no rule in front of this guy.
In Pingjing, General Hua makes the rules.
Ah Zhao returns to her senses and finds herself leaning on a man's chest. She can hear his steady heartbeats. There's something cold against her cheeks, metal buttons on his clothes, perhaps.
Her hands are on his collar, an instinctive move.
She says below her breath: “General, you startled me.”
She’s indeed not afraid of me.
Realizing that, Huo Jun feels a strange sense of joy.
His lips curve a bit without being noticed. Without a word, he carries her to the wedding hall before he puts her down.
Then begins the lengthy wedding ceremony.
Ah Zhao struggles through the ceremony. To the end, she starts to lose her eyesight and her body becomes shaky.
Huo Jun’s attention has been on her all this time. Seeing that, he starts to frown inwardly. This bride of mine is way too weak.
After the ceremony, he carries her to the bridal chamber as he did before.
Given what happened, everyone in the hall remains calm as long as the general is happy.
Those of Qi Family can’t hide their joyful looks anymore. If the general likes his bride, as family of the bride, they will benefit as well.
Compared to the wedding hall, the bridal chamber is much quieter.
Ah Zhao lets out a sigh of relief finding all that noise gone.
The next second, she feels a breeze past her ears and the kerchief blocking her sight falls silently.
She is startled. Looking up instinctively, she meets a pair of star-like glittering eyes.
Standing nearby, the matron’s expression is rather awkward: “General, this...” is against the rules too.
Huo Jun’s eyes are fixed on Ah Zhao. He doesn’t even turn around when he says: “Out.”
The matron mutters: “What about the exchange of wine...”
He sounds indifferent: “Don't you understand me?”
The matron doesn’t hesitate anymore, putting a tray on the table, she leaves the room with other maids.
Now there are only Huo Jun and Ah Zhao in the room.
He stares at her without blinking and only speaks until she is out of nervousness: “Who are you?”
Ah Zhao’s eyes widen: “Ah?”
He sneers: “You are not Qi Ying.” His tone firm.
How can he, General Huo, not know what his bride looks like?
Though he doesn’t care much about this marriage, he can't stand being treated like a fool.
Ah Zhao mutters to cotton candy: “Does Lady Qi think everyone else is as stupid as she is?”
