Chapter 241

Gu Jiu Ling also came over; just then she heard a palace servant report that Miss Jinzhi, following along, had gotten separated, and they didn't know where she went.

This is the palace city; if anything happens to Miss Jinzhi, it's a big deal.

Prince Rui and Princess Consort of Rui hurried out of Empress Dowager Ning'an's bedchamber, searching everywhere, only to unexpectedly meet here.

They didn't see Miss Jinzhi throwing pebbles at Zhao Lang, but they saw Zhao Lang pressing Miss Jinzhi against the palace wall; Miss Jinzhi's pitiful appearance made Gu Jiu Ling feel heartbroken.

She quickly grabbed Miss Jinzhi, fire flashing in her eyes, gritted her teeth and coldly laughed: "Well! They haven't even passed the door yet!"

"Just started domestic violence! Prince! You handle it!"

Gu Jiu Ling hadn't even finished saying the word 'handle it' when Xiao Yin sheathed his sword, lifted his leg and began kicking.

After all, Zhao Lang is a young general of considerable fame in the army; one couldn't just run him through with a sword, but kicking him a few times was still possible.

This was Zhao Lang's first confrontation with Xiao Yin, his first time feeling the immense pressure from the Southern Qi war god; he was actually forced by Xiao Yin's actual presence to be unable to breathe.

But he's young and hot-blooded; even if Xiao Yin is his senior, he shouldn't be bullied like this, right?

It was his sister who first struck; he merely pressed her against the wall to teach her a lesson, but he didn't expect that before he could finish showing her the colors, Xiao Yin kicked him to the ground, rendering him immobile.

Even a clay figurine has a temper; he had never been bullied like this, and seeing an opening, he drew the accessory at his waist.

Unexpectedly, Gu Jiu Ling shouted loudly: "Come quickly! General Zhao is plotting to murder the imperial clan!"

Zhao Lang forced himself not to draw this sword; he was really timid, and he didn't expect the Princess Consort of Rui to be even more shameless!

Xiao Yin took the opportunity to kick Zhao Lang all over, then immediately stepped on his throat and coldly said: "Listen!"

"The person you disdain and dislike is the treasure of my Rui Wangfu!"

"One month! I, the prince, give you one month to find a way to divorce Jinzhi; remember not to harm her reputation, you figure it out yourself!"

"If you don't treat her well and don't come up with a plan, after one month it will be my turn to act; then don't blame me for being ruthless! Get out!"

Xiao Yin moved his foot; Zhao Lang climbed up from the ground, his eyes red with anger.

"Don't worry, I will let her go!"

"The women you Rui Wangfu have sent over are all poisonous! Extremely poisonous! Pah!"

Zhao Lang strode forward, his legs somewhat unsteady.

Although Xiao Yin's strikes just now were harsh, they didn't injure his bones or muscles; mainly he valued talent.

This young man's way of fighting is exactly like his from back then; he really likes him, can't waste such talent, but his mother is really annoying now!

Gu Jiu Ling hurriedly helped Miss Jinzhi up and down to check her; Miss Jinzhi quickly bent over to pick up pen and paper, hastily wrote on it, then handed it to Gu Jiu Ling to look at.

Gu Jiu Ling took it, unable to help but blink: "You... you hit him first?"

Miss Jinzhi nodded; she was the one who struck first, something she couldn't deny.

Gu Jiu Ling quickly gave Miss Jinzhi a thumbs-up: "Well done, does your hand hurt? Come, sister-in-law, take a look!"

Miss Jinzhi...

Xiao Yin also walked over: "Should we summon the imperial physician?"

Miss Jinzhi...

Half a month later, the mansions of the Zhao family and Rui Wangfu were covered with double happiness characters, inside and out bustling with red festivities.

Because there were many twists and turns in between, the people of Shang Jing simply regarded this marriage of the two families as a comic opera to watch, and indeed it was a real-life version of a comic opera.

Both families had already conducted a marriage ceremony before; this time both families were very efficient.

Su Wanrou was imprisoned; her dowry was naturally returned from the Third Prince's mansion to Rui Wangfu, and Xiao Yin and Gu Jiu Ling desperately added many things, just so the Zhao family wouldn't look down on Jinzhi.

In Gu Jiu Ling's words, the economic base determines the superstructure; a woman's status is obtained from the money pouch.

The dowry Xiao Yin added was even more thought-provoking: twenty hidden guards, over ten boxes of weapons; the meaning was obvious, almost frightening the Zhao family into a stupor.

The Zhao family had also recovered some losses through the Ministry of Justice; although this was a second marriage, its scale was even somewhat larger than the first.

Gu Jiu Ling sat in the Tan Chun Yuan, holding Miss Jinzhi's hand, giving her a few instructions; this wasn't about marital intimacy, but about how to beat people and establish rules.

Not long after, the matchmaker sent by the Zhao family entered, carrying Miss Jinzhi out on her back; this time Zhao Lang didn't even step inside the door, afraid of being beaten.

He, dressed in red, rode on horseback, watching that frail woman being carried by the matchmaker into the bridal sedan behind him, feeling a creepy sensation deep down.

The wedding procession along Chongwen Street quickly reached the General's mansion; this time the General's mansion was packed inside and out, mostly with military personnel, and also with Shang Jing's nobles coming to show support, making the atmosphere lively for a moment.

Madame Zhao and Old Master Zhao sat in the central position of the wedding hall; both of their nervous faces were somewhat stiff.

The Zhao family watched as the newlywed couple entered to perform the bowing ceremony; each of them was worried, as the rumors about the bride's extraordinary ferocity had already spread throughout the Zhao family.

Today, this step of serving tea to the parents-in-law must go smoothly; we hope Miss Jinzhi will be more obedient, so as not to cause the Zhao family to lose face.

Madame Zhao even thought that as long as she served the tea, it would be fine even if she didn't kneel.

"First bow to the parents!"

The master of ceremonies laughed loudly.

Madame Zhao felt dizzy from nervousness; this time, to avoid complications, there was no need to go to Wuzhou to worship the ancestral temple; they directly came to the Zhao mansion to perform the bowing ceremony.

She looked at the daughter-in-law before her and actually blinked in surprise: how had she become so thin? Although her graceful figure was still lovely, she was simply too thin.

Thinking of the recent rumors in Shang Jing, she actually felt a pang of pity for this woman deep down, her heart softening.

Unexpectedly, the young woman before her suddenly fell to her knees with a thud; this kneeling left the surrounding Zhao family members stunned in place.

Even Zhao Lang beside her was somewhat surprised; the people of Rui Wangfu shouldn't be taking the opportunity to act arrogantly and make the Zhao family lose face, so how could she kneel so devoutly, while he, as a son, was slow to kneel by half a beat.

"Hurry up and get up! The ground is cold!" Madame Zhao hurried to rise and help, but Miss Jinzhi instead bowed to her; as she bowed, a scar from a burn appeared on her fair neck.

Madame Zhao then recalled the origin of that scar; these days, to understand her daughter-in-law, she had gone to the garden to watch a play, whose plot was adapted from the daughter-in-law's experiences.

That scar was still the highlight of the play; each time the actress playing Su Wanrou pressed a red-hot iron hook against Miss Jinzhi's neck to burn off the plum blossom birthmark, the people beneath the stage would erupt in curses.

This time, Madame Zhao personally witnessed it, and immediately began to sob heartbrokenly, her eyes slightly red.

"Get up quickly! Get up quickly! What if the cold gets to it? Does the wound hurt? Oh heavens, poor child! Back then you couldn't even speak, it hurt so much! That damned wretch! Get up quickly!"

Madame Zhao hurriedly helped Miss Jinzhi to her feet personally; the surrounding people erupted in an uproar, while Zhao Lang knelt there feeling somewhat embarrassed, wondering if he was redundant.