Chapter 1363: The Official Wife’s Schemes
Chapter 1363: Chapter 1363: The Official Wife’s Schemes
Wen Zishan sat on the wedding bed; clearly the bride of a joyous occasion, yet her face that blushed like peach blossoms did not carry much joy, all because of the room’s colors.
Whether it was the drapes or the curtains, none bore the legitimate crimson red, and the wedding attire she wore was merely vermilion, not the true bright red.
This was all due to her status; she was not the Official Wife, but rather a Concubine.
Wen Zishan clenched the skirt on her lap, her gaze shadowed with some gloom and embarrassment.
"Concubine Lady, I have inquired," the trusted maid Lv Yi walked over to report quietly, "only Master Song San and his Madam from the Song Family have come to the banquet outside."
Wen Zishan, having just released her hand, clasped the skirt again, pursed her lips, and softly asked, "What about the Guan Family?"
"The Guan Family did not come, they reported illness but sent a gift."
Wen Zishan’s eyes darkened slightly and said, "In private, call me Miss still."
Lv Yi paused, then quickly responded, "Yes, Miss."
"Miss, Prince Zhou has arrived." Xia Se entered with a smile to announce.
Wen Zishan looked over, and sure enough, Prince Zhou made a grand entrance in a purple Python Robe, and perhaps people are spirited during joyous events, for the robe made him exceptionally handsome and dignified, exuding overwhelming nobility.
Suddenly Wen Zishan felt her grievances were worth it, the man before her deserved her and was suited to her.
If she were the Official Wife, it would be perfect.
Wen Zishan tried hard to conceal her slight inner disappointment, beaming as she watched Prince Zhou approach.
Prince Zhou, seeing Wen Zishan’s flushed face, felt a stir in his heart, went over, embraced her, and spoke softly, "Been waiting long? Are you hungry? Someone, warm some dishes, I shall dine with the Concubine."
Hearing the word "Concubine," Wen Zishan’s body slightly stiffened, jokingly smiled, "There are no outsiders here, you can call me by my name; father and mother always call me Shan’er."
Prince Zhou’s eyes flashed, leaning close to her ear, calling ambiguously, "All according to Shan’er."
Wen Zishan’s face flushed crimson, even her neck was red.
Seeing this, Prince Zhou embraced her, poised to kiss, when a disharmonious voice echoed outside.
"Prince, there’s news from the main courtyard, the Princely Heir has an upset stomach, upper abdomen diarrhea, causing quite a fuss, please go over."
Prince Zhou was startled, immediately releasing Wen Zishan.
Wen Zishan felt cold all over.
Prince Zhou seemed to realize his actions were somewhat rough, glancing at Wen Zishan, seeing her face showing sadness, then pretended to be calm, "The Princely Heir is unwell, summon the Imperial Physician then, would my presence mean I can administer medicine and take a pulse?"
"It’s the Princely Heir crying and fussing for the Prince."
Prince Zhou felt anxious inside; for his sole legitimate son, who closely resembled him, he was indeed greatly concerned, as a legitimate son could further cement his status.
"Shan’er, should I go briefly and return soon?"
Wen Zishan forced a smile, "You should go, the child is still young, cannot be delayed."
"I’ll see what the situation is and return, if you’re hungry, eat some food first." Prince Zhou hurriedly left with a quick sentence.
As he stepped out, Wen Zishan’s face twisted with anger, grabbing a golden hairpin from her head and smashing it on the ground.
If this wasn’t a deliberate trick by Madam Li, she’d write her name backward.
Madam Wen’s assigned companion, Mammy Ye, walked in, picked up the golden hairpin from the ground, and said blandly, "Miss, is such a trivial matter worthy of your anger?"
Wen Zishan glanced coldly over.
Mammy Ye was fearless, simply said, "Miss, this is just the beginning, in the future, you’ll experience much more strife. You need to be prepared!"
Wen Zishan felt a chill at heart.