By the ti Hua Manman and Li Ji returned to the Prince Zhao Mansion, it was late at night.
Bright red lanterns still hung from the eaves of the Prince Mansion, and red silk was draped above the main gate, giving it a festive air.
The guards at the gate saw the Prince had returned and hurried forward to pay their respects.
With assistance, Li Ji disembarked from the carriage and settled firmly into his wheelchair.
Hua Manman pushed the wheelchair into the Prince Mansion.
Along the way, they ran into Gao Shan, who had rushed over to et them. He looked frantic, his forehead beaded with sweat.
The mont he saw the Prince, he looked as if he had seen his savior. He dropped to his knees with a THUD and cried out in a tearful voice.
"Your Highness, you’re finally back!"
Tonight was supposed to be the auspicious wedding day for Prince Zhao and Han Ruren. All the guests had arrived for the occasion; even Princess Ningyang and the Emperor had sent representatives with lavish gifts. But who could have known that Prince Zhao would run away in the middle of his own wedding!
He had simply up and left, leaving poor Gao Shan behind to deal with the ss.
Gao Shan not only had to console Han Ruren, but also had to rack his brains for an explanation to give the guests, leaving him utterly frazzled.
If he hadn’t been personally assigned to the Prince Zhao Mansion by the Emperor, he would have simply walked away. ’Let soone else deal with this damn ss!’
Yet Li Ji himself showed not a shred of the remorse one would expect after causing such a disaster. He still had that sa lazy, nonchalant air, as if everything that happened in the Prince Mansion had nothing to do with him.
He asked languidly, "Is everyone gone?"
Gao Shan replied quickly, "The guests have all returned ho. I explained that Your Highness had to leave temporarily due to so urgent personal business."
The excuse was far too vague; it was doubtful many people would believe it.
But he had done his best.
Everything had happened so suddenly that he’d had no ti to prepare a more thorough excuse.
Li Ji seed completely unconcerned about the consequences of fleeing his own wedding, and he yawned lazily.
"Let’s leave it at that. I’m tired."
Gao Shan said quickly, "I’ll take you to Jade Pavilion to rest at once."
Li Ji asked, "Why would I go to Jade Pavilion?"
Now it was Gao Shan’s turn to be baffled.
He replied instinctively, "Han Ruren is staying in Jade Pavilion."
Li Ji retorted, "What does where she lives have to do with ?"
Gao Shan was utterly dumbfounded.
’Wait, isn’t tonight supposed to be Han Ruren and Prince Zhao’s wedding night? Shouldn’t the Prince be spending it with her?’
Li Ji heard the man’s unspoken thoughts but was in no mood to enlighten him.
He said to Hua Manman.
"Back to Mountain and Sea Residence."
And just like that, Gao Shan was left standing there.
He stared blankly at the departing figures of Prince Zhao and Lady Hua, finally letting out a soft sigh after a long mont.
’I’d thought that after Han Ruren joined the household, she might divert so of Prince Zhao’s favor.’
’But now it seems I’ve underestimated Lady Hua’s capabilities.’
’Judging by Prince Zhao’s attitude, it’s clear that Lady Hua will continue to hold the most favored position in the Prince Zhao Mansion for a long ti to co.’
「Inside Jade Pavilion.」
Han Zhenzhen, dressed in a silver-red gown with wide sleeves, sat primly on the edge of a bed covered with a bright red brocade quilt. The long train of her gown cascaded onto the floor, pooling in shimring layers.
In the warm yellow candlelight, her eyes were visibly red-rimd, as if she had just been crying.
’Tonight was supposed to be the most dazzling, important day of my life, yet who would have thought my husband would actually run away in the middle of our wedding!’
’Leaving all alone to face everyone’s whispers and pointed fingers.’
’I almost broke down right then and there.’
Fortunately, her willpower was reasonably strong, and she had managed to grit her teeth and endure it.
A mont ago, Xingyu had run in to tell her that Prince Zhao was back.
Han Zhenzhen imdiately composed herself. She worked to redden her eyes, squeezed out a couple of tears, and did her best to look exceptionally pitiful.
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