The palace was filled with joy, red lights were hung high, laughter and laughter never ceased, people were drinking wine and congratulating each other in the hall, but these excitements could not penetrate into Zhao Yuan's heart.
Because whether they were sincere or hypocritical, these smiles deeply hurt Zhao Yuan's heart, reminding him once again of the fact that he was getting married today, and the bride was not Leng Changxi.
Facing the people who came to offer toasts and congratulations, Zhao Yuan just sat there indifferently, nodded lightly, and didn't say another word.
"Mr. Yuan, you are getting married today. I will give you a toast!" An official walked up to Zhao Yuan in a flattering manner and said politely with a smile on his face.
But Zhao Yuan was looking at a certain corner of the hall with an expression on his face, and showed no intention of lifting the wine glass on the table.
Leng Zhanchen on the side gave him a gentle push, and then he calmly picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp.
The official who was toasting was bored, drank the wine, and returned to his seat angrily.
Leng Zhanchen looked at his face, sighed silently, said nothing, poured him a glass of wine, poured another glass of wine for himself, handed it to him and said: "No matter you are happy or not, today will be the best."
It's your wedding, so why don't you have a drink?"
Zhao Yuan took the wine glass without looking at him, raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. Seeing this, Leng Zhanchen smiled helplessly, shook his head, and drank all his wine.
"Zhan Chen, the West Street is flooded today." Zhao Yuan put down the wine glass and poured another glass without squinting.
Leng Zhanchen's hand holding the wine glass shook quietly when he heard this. He secretly glanced at Zhao Yuan, unable to guess what he was thinking on his cold face.
So, Leng Zhanchen hummed softly, drank all the wine in the glass, and then poured another glass.
Regarding the news about Leng Changxi, although he thought about telling Zhao Yuan, he kept it secret because he was afraid that Leng Changxi would really leave like this. As for what happened on West Street this morning, he
I didn't know, so when I heard Zhao Yuan mention West Street, I felt a beat in my heart.
"Zhan Chen, you know, I saw her this morning." Zhao Yuan's voice was soft and a little strange, and his eyes were a little blurry.
Hearing this, Leng Zhanchen's hand holding the wine glass trembled violently, and two drops of water fell on the back of his hand.
Zhao Yuan glanced at him sideways, the corners of his lips slightly curved, with a hint of self-mockery: "It seems you already knew."
Leng Zhanchen did not dare to look into his eyes, and slowly glanced to the other side, raising his hand to drink to cover up the uneasiness in his heart.
"Sure enough, you already knew about her stay in Furong Nuanchun." Zhao Yuan did not blame him, but there was desolation and pain in her smile.
After drinking the wine in the glass, Leng Zhanchen slowly opened his mouth: "I knew it a few days ago. I didn't tell you because it was Xiao Bao'er's plea, so..."
Before Leng Zhanchen finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhao Yuan: "You don't need to say it, I understand."
His words, "I understand," made him feel so heartbroken and lonely. It was precisely because of his words, "I understand," that he felt so painful.
A drop of clear tears slid down his cheek, quickly dripped into the wine glass, and slid into his mouth along with the wine. Suddenly, a bitterness overflowed in his mouth, and reached into his heart.
Leng Zhanchen could feel the despair radiating from him at this moment, and his sadness almost overwhelmed him.
The two drank wine in silence, one glass after another, until someone approached and broke the silence between them.
"Young Master Yuan is getting married today, wouldn't it be too boring to drink alone?" The visitor had a coquettish look on his face, and his lips seemed to be smiling.
Zhao Yuan glanced at him lightly and nodded: "Mr. Shi."
"Master Yuan, congratulations." Shi Hao walked up to Zhao Yuan, shaking his wine glass.
But this congratulation made Zhao Yuan suddenly change his expression. If it were anyone else, he would have ignored these congratulations, but Zhao Yuan always felt that the congratulations said by Shi Hao, an insider, were filled with a sense of schadenfreude.
meaning.
So, he put down his wine glass calmly and looked at Shi Hao indifferently.
But Shi Hao didn't mind, and drank all the wine in the glass with a coquettish smile.
"I heard that Mr. Yuan watched a grand dance in West Street today." Shi Hao did not leave after finishing his glass of wine, looking at Zhao Yuan with a specious smile.
"Mr. Shi, this matter has nothing to do with you." Zhao Yuan glanced at Shi Hao lightly without stopping.
Shi Hao smiled nonchalantly and said, "Master Yuan is getting married today, and I have brought you a gift."
Zhao Yuan paused and met Shi Hao's gaze, but did not speak.
"Qingtao's younger brother has been found." Shi Hao's voice was calm, but his words were so shocking that Zhao Yuan almost lost his composure instantly.
"Where?" Zhao Yuan's voice trembled slightly. He vaguely felt that this person could help him find the murderer who framed Leng Changxi.
"At the King of Hell's place." Shi Hao said calmly.
"You mean, he has..." The clues he just found ended like this, and Zhao Yuan felt a little unbelievable.
"He was killed within three days after coming out of Guo's house. His body was found under a cliff. It looked like he had fallen off a cliff, but there was an obvious stab wound on his body. But what's interesting is that,
I found something on him." Shi Hao looked at Zhao Yuan with disbelief.
Zhao Yuan urged impatiently: "What is it?"
"A piece of paper with the character Guo on it." Shi Hao finally told the truth. In fact, he had known this news a few days ago, but if he told Zhao Yuan, his marriage to Guo Wanrou would probably change. At this time,
Except for the Guo family, Zhao Yuan had no other power to rely on, so Shi Hao would never allow such a thing to happen. Until today, it was a done deal, so he told the truth, which was considered worthy of Zhao Yuan.
"Guo family!" Zhao Yuan's eyes suddenly showed a hint of hatred. He squeezed the cup tightly in his hand, and a crack appeared on the glass. The glass of sake dropped on the food table.
When the banquet was finally over, Zhao Yuan returned to Wende Hall under the repeated urging of the palace officials.
Today was his wedding, but the bleak Wende Palace was not at all festive. After the people in the palace cautiously led Zhao Yuan into the new house, they withdrew knowingly.
Guo Wanrou, who had been sitting upright on the wedding bed, felt Zhao Yuan approaching step by step, and her face turned red with embarrassment.
Zhao Yuan walked up to her, his eyes dark and emotionless, but the knuckles clenched in his sleeves were slightly white.
Finally suppressing the hatred in his heart, he lifted Guo Wanrou's hijab.
"Husband..." Guo Wanrou lowered her head and shouted shyly.
A touch of coldness slipped across the corner of his lips. He put out the candle with a wave of his hand, turned around and pressed Guo Wanrou under him.
"Husband!" Guo Wanrou exclaimed, finally feeling something was wrong.
Zhao Yuan smiled coldly and said just one sentence: "Since this is what you want, it doesn't matter if I grant your wish!"