“If you throw those things down there, aren’t you embarrassed?
And you want Ling Yu to wear them in rotation? Are you trying to make your husband die of shame?”
“Just bring them over!” Tang Wan grew anxious as she saw Ling Yu approaching.
Mu Qingfeng let out a long sigh, silently mourning for Ling Yu for one second, then reluctantly carried over a bamboo basket.
Tang Wan took the basket. When Ling Yu’s parade passed below, she grabbed it and dumped all seven or eight sachets out at him in one go.
This move immediately caused waves of shocked cries from the people below.
Ling Yu looked up and saw sachets raining down from the sky.
And his little woman was standing there smiling sweetly at him.
Ling Yu gave a soft laugh. In the next moment, he leaped into the air.
His robes fluttered as if alive, sweeping up all the sachets scattered in midair before he landed steadily back on horseback. Then he raised his head and smiled lightly at Tang Wan.
The crowd gasped in unison!
So this top scholar not only excelled in literature—he could fight too?
The young ladies’ eyes practically turned green with envy, wishing they could drag Ling Yu home right then and there.
Many girls even pointed at Tang Wan and angrily demanded to know who she was and why the top scholar would catch her sachets.
Those sachets were so ugly—how could they compare to the ones they had embroidered?
So the people who knew the truth immediately began explaining it to them, especially Tang Wan’s nearby neighbors.
“That’s the top scholar’s lawfully wedded wife! If he doesn’t catch hers, whose would he catch—yours?”
“Exactly, exactly. So what if the sachets are ugly? As long as the person is pretty, that’s enough!”
“This Madam Top Scholar is really a good person, let me tell you…”
…
The girls all became deeply disappointed. Those who had known Ling Yu was already married but still threw sachets at him all fell silent.
The top scholar was so good. He didn’t even dislike his wife’s ugly sachets.
The two of them looked like a perfectly matched couple, beautifully suited to one another.
There was no hope for them anymore.
At this moment, in a private room of a nearby restaurant, Gu Xiyan was also watching the scene, her face extremely ugly.
That man had originally been the husband her grandfather had prepared for her.
But he failed to appreciate favor, looked down on her, and insisted on choosing a village woman instead.
What was so good about that village woman?
Could she help him manage the household?
Could she help him rise swiftly in officialdom?
Gu Xiyan felt deeply unwilling. Whether she was unwilling to let such a fine man belong to someone else, or unwilling to admit she had lost to a village woman—even she herself did not know.
She only knew one thing: her marriage could not be delayed any longer.
She only knew that she wanted to marry Ling Yu, wanted to obtain that gentleman as refined as jade.
Right!
She remembered her elder brother saying he seemed interested in that village woman.
Thinking of this, Gu Xiyan no longer lingered. She hurried away with her maidservant.
…
The grand procession circled the city three times before finally arriving at Ling Yu’s home.
By then, Tang Wan had already returned with Mu Qingfeng.
When she saw Ling Yu come back, she immediately handed out the reward pouches she had prepared in advance—each filled with gold leaves—to the officials who had brought the good news.
Ling Yu swung down from his horse. Dressed in red, his already handsome features looked even more stunning.
Tang Wan stared blankly for a moment, her little heart pounding wildly.
Especially as her husband walked closer and closer, making her more and more nervous.
“Do I look good?” Ling Yu stopped before her, one eyebrow slightly raised.
Tang Wan gave a soft “Mm,” her earlobes turning slightly red. “You look like a groom wearing wedding robes on his wedding day.”
Ling Yu fell silent for a moment, then casually asked, “When Mother comes to the capital, shall we bow to heaven and earth once more as husband and wife?”
Tang Wan’s eyes lit up at once. She looked up at him in surprise and delight. “Can we?”
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