Chapter 184
Translator: TheWhiteBook
Proofreader/editor: Cheese
Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters (38)
The mirror reflected bright teeth, cheeks dyed peach, and a creamy and smooth complexion.
The red headdress soon covered her eyes.
Because of her obedience, many of the wedding ceremonies were completed quickly.
After bowing to the heavens, she was sent into the bridal chamber.
Bai Weiwei knew that Mu Yanjun would not come so soon, because the groom would be left to pour wine.
She secretly peeked around the veil. She saw that the servants were present, and formulated a plan.
She found a reason to send them all out.
Then she waited for a while until she heard the sound of the system notification.
【The male lead is coming, and can see you through the door.】
Bai Weiwei removed her headdress, and took out the little fatty’s bag of poison.
She glanced nervously at the door and found no one there.
It was only then that she walked quickly to the table.
Standing outside the door was Mu Yanjun, the darkness in his eyes gathered like a storm.
She still wanted to poison him.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at 55.】
Mu Yanjun could not see which wine glass she had poured the poison into.
No, he derided himself coldly.
She poured it into his glass, of course.
He couldn’t help but lift his feet, pretending to be just arriving, and making the sound of heavy footsteps.
Sure enough, once she heard, she ran back from the table in a panic.
Mu Yanjun only felt that his heart was stabbed over and over again.
He held a moment’s silence, only after containing his anger and pain did he push the door open.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Bai Weiwei clad in a wedding dress, sitting on the bed.
Mu Yanjun approached her, his fingers clenched tightly on the veil, to the point his nails were white.
His fingers were so awfully stiff that, he didn’t know whether he would lift the headdress or strangle the woman first.
In the end, he directly removed the headdress.
Bai Weiwei was startled by the sudden action, and she stared at him in through watery eyes.
Illuminated by candle light, she was wrapped in a dress that was as red as a cloud at sunset, her cheeks were dyed red with rouge, but it also seemed red with shyness.
Bai Weiwei seemed a little overwhelmed. She peeked up at him, and suddenly whispered: “FuJun1.”
Mu Yanjun blanked. He felt that just this sentence, even if wasn’t sincere, could make one willing to die in her lies.
Bai Weiwei added: “FuJun, it’s time for us to have a glass of wine.”
This sentence, allowed his heart that had been floating up, to crash back to the ground.
Mu Yanjun sneered icily, “Okay, let’s drink a glass of wine.”
As soon as she heard it, she rushed to the table and picked up the two glasses of wine that had already been poured.
She passed one of them to him.
Mu Yanjun observed at the wine glass in his hand, his eyes were very deep. Finally he raised his glass.
Bai Weiwei stood on her tiptoes and reached for his arm to cross.
Then she bowed her head and gradually drained the wine in her glass.
But when she lifted her head, she saw Mu Yanjun still holding his wine glass, peering at her with unpredictable eyes.
And the wine in his glass hadn’t lowered at all.
Bai Weiwei wondered, “Why didn’t FuJun drink.”
Mu Yanjun finally couldn’t help a mocking smirk, “It was really hard on you, specially preparing for me such a good glass of wine.”
Bai Weiwei was a little confused, but the next moment she realized what he was saying.
She immediately backed up a few steps, “You know?”
Mu Yanjun gently turned to the wine glass in his hand, “What do I know? Know that the vicious hearted little Emperor, give you a packet of poison to kill me? “
Bai Weiwei gave weak retort, “That’s not…”
Mu Yanjun interrupted her, “Or, my bride, intended to present her husband with a glass of poison wine?”
He looked at her frigidly, “Unfortunately I know poison, as long as i smell it can…”
Mu Yanjun sniffed the wine, there is no scent of poison.
He straightened in shocked horror. He saw Bai Weiwei’s face white, blood flowing from her mouth down the corner of the lips.
1: 夫君=husband Jun? I think this is a pet name of sorts because it uses the same Jun as Mu Yanjun’s name, so I left it as is to emphasize why it means so much to him. But if it’s just one of the seemingly dozens of ways Chinese people refer to their spouses with no special purpose.↩
Chapter 184
Translator: TheWhiteBook
Proofreader/editor: Cheese
Du Zhu and the Empress Dowager’s Various Matters (38)
The mirror reflected bright teeth, cheeks dyed peach, and a creamy and smooth complexion.
The red headdress soon covered her eyes.
Because of her obedience, many of the wedding ceremonies were completed quickly.
After bowing to the heavens, she was sent into the bridal chamber.
Bai Weiwei knew that Mu Yanjun would not come so soon, because the groom would be left to pour wine.
She secretly peeked around the veil. She saw that the servants were present, and formulated a plan.
She found a reason to send them all out.
Then she waited for a while until she heard the sound of the system notification.
【The male lead is coming, and can see you through the door.】
Bai Weiwei removed her headdress, and took out the little fatty’s bag of poison.
She glanced nervously at the door and found no one there.
It was only then that she walked quickly to the table.
Standing outside the door was Mu Yanjun, the darkness in his eyes gathered like a storm.
She still wanted to poison him.
【Ding, the male lead’s favorability is at 55.】
Mu Yanjun could not see which wine glass she had poured the poison into.
No, he derided himself coldly.
She poured it into his glass, of course.
He couldn’t help but lift his feet, pretending to be just arriving, and making the sound of heavy footsteps.
Sure enough, once she heard, she ran back from the table in a panic.
Mu Yanjun only felt that his heart was stabbed over and over again.
He held a moment’s silence, only after containing his anger and pain did he push the door open.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw Bai Weiwei clad in a wedding dress, sitting on the bed.
Mu Yanjun approached her, his fingers clenched tightly on the veil, to the point his nails were white.
His fingers were so awfully stiff that, he didn’t know whether he would lift the headdress or strangle the woman first.
In the end, he directly removed the headdress.
Bai Weiwei was startled by the sudden action, and she stared at him in through watery eyes.
Illuminated by candle light, she was wrapped in a dress that was as red as a cloud at sunset, her cheeks were dyed red with rouge, but it also seemed red with shyness.
Bai Weiwei seemed a little overwhelmed. She peeked up at him, and suddenly whispered: “FuJun1.”
Mu Yanjun blanked. He felt that just this sentence, even if wasn’t sincere, could make one willing to die in her lies.
Bai Weiwei added: “FuJun, it’s time for us to have a glass of wine.”
This sentence, allowed his heart that had been floating up, to crash back to the ground.
Mu Yanjun sneered icily, “Okay, let’s drink a glass of wine.”
As soon as she heard it, she rushed to the table and picked up the two glasses of wine that had already been poured.
She passed one of them to him.
Mu Yanjun observed at the wine glass in his hand, his eyes were very deep. Finally he raised his glass.
Bai Weiwei stood on her tiptoes and reached for his arm to cross.
Then she bowed her head and gradually drained the wine in her glass.
But when she lifted her head, she saw Mu Yanjun still holding his wine glass, peering at her with unpredictable eyes.
And the wine in his glass hadn’t lowered at all.
Bai Weiwei wondered, “Why didn’t FuJun drink.”
Mu Yanjun finally couldn’t help a mocking smirk, “It was really hard on you, specially preparing for me such a good glass of wine.”
Bai Weiwei was a little confused, but the next moment she realized what he was saying.
She immediately backed up a few steps, “You know?”
Mu Yanjun gently turned to the wine glass in his hand, “What do I know? Know that the vicious hearted little Emperor, give you a packet of poison to kill me? “
Bai Weiwei gave weak retort, “That’s not…”
Mu Yanjun interrupted her, “Or, my bride, intended to present her husband with a glass of poison wine?”
He looked at her frigidly, “Unfortunately I know poison, as long as i smell it can…”
Mu Yanjun sniffed the wine, there is no scent of poison.
He straightened in shocked horror. He saw Bai Weiwei’s face white, blood flowing from her mouth down the corner of the lips.
1: 夫君=husband Jun? I think this is a pet name of sorts because it uses the same Jun as Mu Yanjun’s name, so I left it as is to emphasize why it means so much to him. But if it’s just one of the seemingly dozens of ways Chinese people refer to their spouses with no special purpose.↩
