The Sickly Scion’s Petite Wife Is Sweet And Cool Chapter 842 - Chapter 842: Wedding (3)

Chapter 842 - Chapter 842: Wedding (3)

Chapter 842: Wedding (3)
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This courtyard was not big to begin with, and it was not far from the door.
Shen Yijia was about to lie on Xuanyuan Ce’s back when a commotion suddenly came from outside. She could vaguely hear something like “a fight”.
Shen Yijia was stunned and ran out without thinking.
Xuanyuan Ce, who was happily waiting to carry his daughter to get married, felt a gust of wind blow past him.
“Eh, where’s my daughter?” he thought.
Ji Luo walked to Xuanyuan Ce’s side in disdain and said angrily, “It must be you.”
With that, she ignored him and quickly followed Shen Yijia.
“What did I do?” Xuanyuan Ce was a little stunned and stopped mid-sentence.
He suddenly remembered what he had said to the three Demon Guards in a fit of anger two days ago when he found out that Song Jingchen had taken advantage of his daughter for three years.
“Didn’t Jiajia take a fancy to that brat’s face? When the time comes, the three of you will hurt his face. Let’s see if he can lie to my daughter again.”
“Hmph, if you think you can marry my daughter so easily, I won’t let you off easily.”
Thinking back, Xuanyuan Ce felt terrible and quickly stood up to chase after her.
“Jiajia, Ah Luo, listen to my explanation!”
Outside the courtyard, Song Jingchen and the three Demon Guards were fighting on the eaves.
Which of the Demon Spirits didn’t fight their way out of a pile of corpses? One of them was already difficult to deal with, let alone three of them at once. Song Jingchen was clearly at a disadvantage. Fortunately, it wasn’t easy for the Demon Spirits to hurt him in a short time.
“Stop, stop quickly.” Shen Yijia stomped her feet as she watched from below. Apart from You Yi slowing down his attack, the other two pretended not to hear her.
She was so angry that she rolled up her sleeves and wanted to climb up the wall.
“How dare you bully my husband on my wedding day? I’ll beat you up.”
Looking at Shen Yijia, who was hanging on the wall and climbing up, the corners of Ji Luo’s mouth twitched. “Jiajia, come down quickly.”
“Mother, I’ll help my husband.”
Ji Luo cursed Xuanyuan Ce in his heart. She turned her wrist and three silver needles appeared between her fingers.
The moment she raised her hand, Xuanyuan Ce finally arrived.
“Stop,” he said hurriedly.
The three Demon Guards looked at each other and stopped.
Song Jingchen retracted his sword and landed with Shen Yijia, who had finally climbed up the wall.
Shen Yijia retreated from his arms and walked angrily towards You Yi and the other two. Unexpectedly, she was stopped after taking two steps.
“Hubby?”
Song Jingchen helped her adjust her slightly crooked phoenix crown and smiled. “I’m fine.”
With that, he threw the sword to Thirty Thousand and cupped his hands at Xuanyuan Ce. “Thank you for showing mercy, Your Highness.”
Xuanyuan Ce was speechless.
Shen Yijia thought to herself, “That’s right. You Yi and the other two are just following orders. The real mastermind is Xuanvuan Ce.”
After figuring this out, she stopped looking for trouble with You Yi and the other two. She clenched her fists and went straight for Xuanyuan Ce.
Song Jingchen reached out but couldn’t stop her.
Therefore, Xuanyuan Ce happily received the dark circles and fainting set meal given by his biological daughter.
When the auspicious time arrived, crackling firecrackers sounded. Ji Luo stuffed the fan that Shen Yijia had thrown aside back into her hand and looked at Song Jingchen. “I’ll leave my daughter to you. If you dare to let her suffer in the future, I…”
Before she could finish, Shen Yijia revealed her eyes from behind the fan. “Mother, don’t worry. My husband won’t let me suffer.”
Ji Luo was speechless.
Her daughter was siding with outsiders, but she was no longer sad at all.
Song Jingchen said solemnly, “Mother, don’t worry. I’ll only have Jiajia as my wife in my life. I’ll treasure her and protect her with my life.”
Shen Yijia wanted to interrupt, but Ji Luo glared at her angrily and reminded her a few more times before sending her to the bridal sedan.
When they finally left with the dowry, Ji Luo also got into the carriage to the new residence.
After they left for ten minutes, Xuanyuan Ce, who was leaning against Chu Feng, slowly woke up.
“Your Highness, are you alright?” Chu Feng asked worriedly.
Xuanyuan Ce gasped in pain. In order to maintain his image, he did not even apply medicine today. If he had known earlier, he would have covered it with a cloth.
He raised his hand to cover his eyes, but he stopped halfway.
The new residence was not far from here, but the bridal escort team continued the festivities for two hours before stopping.
It was worth mentioning that Xuanyuan Ce had also prepared a dowry for Shen Yijia, but it was directly sent from the prince’s residence.
The scene was so grand that the last person in the procession only left the prince’s residence an hour after the first person exited the residence. This naturally made many people’s eyes turn red.
After the sedan arrived at the new residence, Song Jingchen finished shooting three arrows with his bow. Only then did Shen Yijia get out of the bridal sedan under the reminder of the matchmaker.
The two of them looked at each other with smiles in their eyes.
The matchmaker took a piece of red silk at the right time and handed it to the two of them.
Because Madam Li and the others were far away in Great Xia, Song Jingchen invited Ji Luo to sit in the hall.
As for why he didn’t specially invite Xuanyuan Ce, it was because Song Jingchen knew that he would come even without an invitation.
As expected, when the two of them entered the main hall, Xuanyuan Ce, who had two dark circles under his eyes, was already sitting happily at the head of the table.
In stark contrast to him was Ji Luo, who had a dark expression.
However, when the couple entered, Ji Luo smiled again.
“Why do I feel that he’s a little silly?” Shen Yijia whispered. It was no wonder her mother’s face darkened.
The first time she saw Xuanyuan Ce, he was still a cold and beautiful uncle.
Song Jingchen was amused by her. “Maybe he’s too happy.”
Shen Yijia snorted. “He’s not the one getting married.” Why did he look happier than her?
The couple stood still and the matchmaker raised her voice with a smile. “Bow to the heavens.”
Shen Yijia turned around with Song Jingchen and bowed towards the door.
The matchmaker shouted again, “Second bow to the elders.”
The two of them changed directions again and bowed to the two elders at the head of the table.
Tears flashed in Ji Luo’s eyes. This was something she didn’t even dare to dream about.
Xuanyuan Ce stopped smiling foolishly. As a man, his eyes turned red. He suddenly grabbed Ji Luo’s hand.
Ji Luo was stunned, and tears fell from her eyes. “Next, the wedded couple shall bow to each other.”
The two of them faced each other and bowed deeply.
As the matchmaker finished her last sentence, the wedding banquet, which was three years late, finally came to an end.
Song Jingchen felt inexplicably relieved.
In the wedding room, Shen Yijia sat obediently on the wedding bed. She covered her face with a fan, revealing only a pair of eyes that seemed to contain the stars in the sky as she looked at Song Jingchen.
Song Jingchen also looked at her.
After the matchmaker finished reading the blessings, she saw that Song Jingchen was still standing there in a daze. She reminded him, “You can remove the fan now.”
Song Jingchen came back to his senses and realized that his palms were sweating. He walked forward and took the fan from Shen Yijia’s hand. Shen Yijia said, “Hubby, you’re so handsome today.”
After saying that, she looked at him eagerly, waiting for him to praise her.
They were clearly an old couple, but Song Jingchen felt like a young boy. His entire body tensed up under her gaze.
“My wife, you’re also very beautiful today,” he said.
Shen Yijia grinned in satisfaction.
The matchmaker blushed. She had never seen such a bold bride.
She said some auspicious words and picked up a bowl of dumplings from the side. She picked one up and fed it to Shen Yijia. Shen Yijia bit the entire dumpling into her mouth.
The matchmaker was speechless.
Shen Yijia chewed for a moment and frowned. The matchmaker quickly asked before she could spit it out, “Are you going to give birth?”
Shen Yijia replied with a bitter expression, “Yes!”
The matchmaker immediately smiled and said, “That’s right. Next year, the princess will definitely be able to give birth to a fat boy.”
Shen Yijia was stunned and swallowed the dumpling in her mouth. “Three more.”
One child was too little!
The matchmaker was speechless.
Song Jingchen coughed lightly and held back his laughter. “You may leave first.”
The matchmaker bowed tactfully and retreated.
Seeing that she had taken the dumplings away, Shen Yijia said anxiously, “Hey, my dumplings…”
Song Jingchen pulled her into his arms. “You’ll have a stomach ache if you eat too much.”
“But…’
“Dumplings don’t have the final say in how many children we have.”
Shen Yijia blinked. “Then who does?”
Song Jingchen smiled. “Your husband.”
With that, he raised his hand and grabbed the back of Shen Yijia’s head. He lowered his head and covered her lips.
He had waited too long for this day
“Master.”
Thirty Thousand’s voice came from outside the door.
Song Jingchen’s body stiffened. He used a lot of restraint to look up. “What is
“The emperor has brought all the ministers of the dynasty here. He said that he’s here to attend the wedding banquet,” Thirty Thousand said.
Shen Yijia gritted her teeth. “What wedding banquet? We don’t have any wine for them to drink.”
She had taken a look when she came over just now. Although the residence was big, she did not see any servants. Her beautiful husband had probably never thought of inviting guests.
Thirty Thousand’s voice sounded after a while.
“The king brought the imperial chefs from the palace…”
Since the chef had already brought them here, they naturally wouldn’t forget the food and wine.
Shen Yijia thought to herself, “It’s fine if you came uninvited, but you even brought your own wine. I’ve never seen such a thing in my life.”
Song Jingchen held his forehead. It was because he hadn’t thought it through. It was mainly because he didn’t know anyone here, and time was tight. He glanced at Shen Yijia. “Are you hungry? I’ll get MO Yuan to bring you food.”
Shen Yijia knew that he was about to leave. She grabbed his clothes with two fingers and said gloomily, “Alright.”
Song Jingchen couldn’t help but smile and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Wait for me. I’ll be back soon.”
“Go quickly.” The sooner he went, the sooner he would return..