Chapter 54

While Sang Yuanyuan was playing with Shang Ming in the snow, Sang Bujin suddenly leaned over and asked You Wuming in a low voice, "After the first time you did that with my younger sister, did she ignore you?"

You Wuming was speechless.

A pair of pitch-black eyes slowly turned.

After a while, he chuckled softly, "How could that be? She loves me to death."

His eyes flickered slightly, hiding his guilty conscience.

Sang Bujin looked even more depressed.

His head was hanging between his knees, and his hands were behind his head.

You Wuming wasn't much better than him. He bent one of his legs and placed his elbow on his knee, rubbing his temples diagonally. His eyes moved left and right, constantly coming up with ideas.

Sang Bujin didn't notice You Wuming's abnormality.

He raised his eyes in a daze and looked at his younger sister who was rolling around in the snow with Shang Ming. He said, "Now I understand why you and my younger sister can't be separated. Don't worry and ask my father for her hand in marriage. I'll put in a good word for you.

Since things have already reached this point, we men have to take responsibility. "

You Wuming slowly turned to look at him.

Sang Bujin sighed, "Yun Xuzhou doesn't have any elders, and she doesn't have any friends. When the time comes and I ask for her hand in marriage, you should help me out a little."

As it turned out, it was mutually beneficial.

You Wuming couldn't help but laugh, "It's a small matter."

He moved forward, stretched out his long arm, and hooked it around Sang Bujin's neck.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you? You're too fast. This definitely won't do.

Tell me what's wrong, and I'll teach you! "You Wuming said shamelessly.

It was a pity that Sang Yuanyuan and Shang Ming were having so much fun that they didn't hear what this pig was doing to her cheap brother. Otherwise, she would have definitely grabbed him off the carriage and pressed that hateful handsome face into a pile of snow!

Sang Bujin hesitated for a moment, "Just … too excited, right?

I didn't think too much about it.

At that time, how could I care about the length of time? "

You Wuming rolled your eyes and memorized them one by one.

He thought to himself, When the time comes, I must think about it carefully. Don't be agitated. What's there to be agitated about? Heh, it's just that kind of thing.

"You can't be like this." He boasted shamelessly, "It hasn't even been an hour, and you're still calling yourself a man?"

Sang Bujin: "… One hour!

How is this possible?! "

Sang Bujin's shock was genuine.

It was his first time tasting love. At this moment, he felt that even half an incense stick of time was so far away from him.

"What's impossible?" You Wuming scoffed in disdain. "I …"

Sang Yuanyuan happened to be riding Shorty over.

She was really taken aback. Cheap Big Brother and You Wuming actually had their heads together and were looking at each other intimately.

Did the sun rise from the west?

Usually, when the two of them met, weren't they like two fighting cocks?

"What are the two of you talking about?" She raised her head and asked curiously.

Sang Bujin's face instantly turned the color of pig liver. You Wuming had a naughty smile on his face as he said, "We're talking about marrying you."

Sang Yuanyuan didn't really believe him. She turned to look at Sang Bujin.

Sang Bujin awkwardly raised his hand and coughed lightly, saying, "That's right.

Little Sister, although I'm not that satisfied with You Wuming, since things have already reached this point, I naturally understand your wish to marry no one else but him. When we return, I'll explain it to Father on your behalf. You don't have to worry. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" She only petted the dog for a while, but why did she feel like she missed a few episodes of a drama?

She looked at You Wuming. Her intuition told her that this dog of a man must have said something strange to Sang Bujin.

"Let's go!"

You Wuming happily jumped down from the shaft of the carriage and landed on Shorty's back. Pulling on the reins, he took the lead and galloped forward.

Shorty took off.

The icy road was slippery. From time to time, it would slide forward on all fours and squeak, squeak, squeak. Its round body slanted as it struggled to drift around the bends.

You Wuming laughed happily.

When they reached a deserted bend, he unfurled his fiery wings and flew up from Shorty's back. He flew in front of Shorty and flapped his wings, proudly pointing his chin at Shorty.

Shorty's four limbs leaned forward, and its eyes widened. "Ouuu???"

Who could tell it, when did its master become a moth?

After fooling around enough, the two humans and one beast returned to Sang Bujin's group. You Wuming obediently sat on the carriage and continued to deal with the Everlasting Fire in its body. Shorty walked obediently beside the carriage, trying its best to act like a professional war horse in front of Sang Bujin.

They didn't speak a word along the way.

They headed west from Little Jiang, passed through Zhaozhou, and then Feng Zhou. Finally, they arrived at Sang Zhou.

It took nine days.

During these nine days, the orange flame in You Wuming's eyes flared up less and less frequently. When it unfurled its wings, the bright flame had already turned into a dark flame.

Sang Yuanyuan knew that if he was given some more time, he would be able to completely 'digest' this ball of Everlasting Fire.

'You Wuming, it was me who gave you a new life, do you understand?

Without me, you wouldn't be here today! 'Occasionally, she would look at his face that was focused on cultivation, and she would secretly and viciously think like this in her heart.

After thinking for a while, she couldn't help but snicker to herself.

During these nine days, although her cultivation didn't increase and was still at the fourth layer of the Spiritual Brilliance Realm, her ability to control Mu Lingyun went up another level, and she was even more proficient.

Sang Yuanyuan had also made up for the lack of spiritual essence left by You Wuming's sudden rise in rank. After You Wuming's body was covered in fire, he had burned away a lot of his wood essence. The extremely pure wood essence had been released into the air like mist, and Sang Yuanyuan had benefited from it.

Everything was getting better.

Stepping into the territory of Sang Province, her eyes were filled with lush green.

There were two kinds of mulberry trees in Sang Province. One was a very common mulberry tree that bore red and purple mulberries.

The other kind was short and crouched on the ground, like potato vines. They were neatly planted mu by mu, and artificially raised light blue ice silkworms crawled around the short mulberry trees. At a glance, in the vast expanse of green, specks of icy blue light flickered, as if she had mistakenly entered a fairyland of silk.

Sang Yuanyuan had never heard of mulberry trees crawling on the ground like potatoes, but strangely, when she saw this scene for the first time, she felt a strong sense of familiarity in her heart.

It was a sense of deja vu.

It was as if she had been to this place before.

The last time she passed by Sang Province, she had only passed by the border from far away. At that time, her little life was still in You Wuming's hands. She had only taken a few glances and knew that this was a green place.

Now that she was in closer contact with Sang Province, she actually felt a strange homesickness in her heart.

There were short mulberries like this all over the mountains and plains. The beautiful Sang Province weaver girls sat under the tall mulberries and spun silk, humming a melodious tune.

Sang Yuanyuan subconsciously sang along with them.

At some point, Sang Bujin had secretly swapped places with someone else to drive the carriage. He snuck into the carriage and sat quietly to the side, looking at his little sister who had a blank expression and was unconsciously singing a mulberry song.

His eyes gradually moistened.

When the song ended, Sang Yuanyuan suddenly came back to her senses. She saw that Sang Bujin and You Wuming were both staring at her.

"Hm?"

You Wuming giggled. "Little Sang Guo, you're off tune!"

Sang Bujin hurriedly turned his head away and said with a low laugh, "It's been many years since I've heard little sister sing.

Little sister, you should know that your tune is simply poisonous. Ever since I've heard you sing like this, big brother can't find the right tune! "

Sang Yuanyuan was dumbfounded.

So she and the original body had the same off-key style?

She looked at the mulberry fields outside the carriage again.

It still felt so familiar.

'Could it be that coming to the old haunt triggered this body's remaining memories?' she thought to herself.

She couldn't help but feel a little nervous when she thought about how she would soon meet the wife of Sang Province's King.

Her daughter had grown up and wouldn't be too close to her father and brother. If men were careless and used amnesia as an excuse, they might be able to get away with it. But as a mother, how could she not recognize her own child?

What would happen when the time came?

Now that things had come to this, she could only let nature take its course.

While her thoughts were running wild, the carriage had already rolled into Sang Province.

Sang Province's city was different from other places.

The city was built with a kind of greyish-white bricks. Tall mulberries were planted everywhere in the city. Many short mulberries climbed on the greyish-white bricks like ivy — they could absorb nutrients from the greyish-white bricks. The molts and feces left behind by the ice silkworms condensed into a solid amber shape, filling in the gaps between the bricks.

It was a very strange symbiotic relationship.

Madam Sang had already come out to greet them.

The bear-like Sang Province's King carefully supported her. Madam Sang's petite body began to sway when she saw the carriage enter the city from afar.

When they got close, Madam Sang was so excited that she lost her voice. Her body trembled as she stared at Sang Yuanyuan, her eyes not blinking.

When Sang Yuanyuan saw Madam Sang's appearance, the nervousness in her heart instantly disappeared.

She was stunned.

A familiar feeling surged in her heart. She unconsciously opened her mouth and called out, "Mother."

Tears fell, but she didn't notice at all. She walked blankly towards the thin middle-aged woman.

The mother and daughter looked somewhat similar. When they walked to a corner, Madam Sang's hands trembled as she grabbed Sang Yuanyuan.

At this moment, Sang Yuanyuan's mind was blank.

Her acting skills, her guilty conscience, her impersonation, and her being exposed had all flown away. It was like returning home after half a year in a foreign land and seeing your busy parents. It felt like they hadn't seen each other for a long time, but it also felt like it was only yesterday that they parted ways.

After a long time, Madam Sang suddenly covered her mouth and sobbed.

"My Little Sang Guo!"

"Tsk!"

Sang Province's King grabbed his wife's shoulder and said, "You only know how to cry endlessly. Who was the one who said that your daughter doesn't miss you and that you should beat her to vent your anger when you see her?

Ha!

Why are you calling your daughter by her nickname as soon as you see her?

How many years has it been since you last called her that? Aren't you tired of it? "

Madam Sang's eyebrows rose, and a murderous glare drifted over.

Sang Province's King immediately became as timid as a quail.

On the way back, Sang Bujin had quietly reverted to his male disguise. He walked over with an imposing air and said, "Father, mother, let's go back and talk. You Wuming is also here."

Hearing this name, Sang Province's King and Madam Sang's expressions couldn't help but change slightly. They looked behind him.

You Wuming's smile was as warm as the spring breeze.

He didn't directly call them father-in-law and mother-in-law. Instead, he gave them the standard greeting of royalty. He smiled warmly and said, "Sang Province's King, Madam Sang, You Wuming are too polite."

The Sang couple solemnly returned the greeting.

Even though Sang Bujin had already roughly explained the situation to the two elders along the way, when they saw the most terrifying madman of Cloud Realm's eighteen prefectures walk beside them like an honest son-in-law, the husband and wife were still unable to accept it for a moment.

Sang Yuanyuan walked beside Madam Sang. She secretly glanced at him from the corner of her eyes. She saw that he was walking in a proper manner. His elegant demeanor had the air of a ruler, but was also modest, gentle, and polite. He really was a movie king.

From time to time, Madam Sang would grab Sang Yuanyuan's hand.

It was as if she was afraid that she would get lost.

"Little Sang Guo," Madam Sang said in a low voice, "I clearly sent you off to marry only three months ago, but for some reason, Mother feels that you've been gone for many years."

Sang Yuanyuan's heartstrings trembled. She couldn't say anything.

Reason told her that she, Sang Yuanyuan, had grown up in a modern society. She had parents, relatives, and a career.

But emotionally, she couldn't help but feel attached to this familiar person in front of her.

In fact, when she thought about it now, when she saw Sang Province King and Sang Heir Sang, she also felt a sense of familiarity. It was just that they were careful and didn't dare to get too close for fear of scaring her. At that time, her heart was preoccupied with You Wuming and the matter of her divorce from Han Shaoling. She didn't have the time to experience the familial love that didn't belong to her.

It was only now that she suddenly recalled Sang Bujin's words.

"When you were young, you always pestered me, asking me to secretly take you to Tiandu. I originally wanted to take you there when you came of age.

Who knew that when you were a little older, you would learn to be dignified from somewhere and complain that I was fooling around.

After you recovered from your illness, you actually returned to your former lively self! "

At that time, Sang Chengyin's reply was like this.

"That's right, that's right. I told you that you shouldn't have let Little Sang Guo get married, you shouldn't have let Little Sang Guo get married. Back then, when Little Sang Guo wasn't engaged, she was so cute. But when she saw Han Shaoling, she turned into a wooden puppet just like those other young ladies outside!

Tsk! "

Sang Yuanyuan frowned.

Five years ago, You Yingyue was married to Han Shaoling as the young madam.

She was the legitimate daughter of the King of Youzhou. If it wasn't for the fact that Han Shaoling was already engaged and the position of the first madam was taken by someone else, You Yingyue wouldn't have been the young madam.

Therefore, the engagement between Sang Yuanyuan and Han Shaoling was even earlier.

After the engagement, did she … change?

She used to be like this, but after meeting Han Shaoling, she turned into a proper princess waiting to be married?

Why did he feel that something was a little strange?

How could the Sang Clan, which could nurture a cross-dressing big shot like Sang Bujin, raise a princess who acted like a wooden puppet?

Sang Yuanyuan was like a block of wood. Sang Yuanyuan's every word and action were carved out of 'female virtues'. The purpose of her existence was as if Sang Yuanyuan was to pave the way for Meng Wuyou … Who was she?

Sang Yuanyuan stared blankly for a while. She couldn't help but ask the most philosophical question in her mind — Who am I?

She never expected that she and Madam Sang wouldn't be forced to acknowledge each other.

It was as if they were mother and daughter who had been separated for a long time.

A somewhat horrifying thought gradually emerged in her mind — Could it be that she was the real Sang Yuanyuan?

She took a few light breaths and gazed left and right.

The palace city and roads of the Sang Palace were both strange and familiar.

The King of Sang Province led You Yingyue straight to the study. Sang Bujin looked at the mother and daughter pair and smiled with gratification. He turned around and chased after them.

There were indeed a lot of things to discuss.

…

Sang Yuanyuan was brought to her former bedroom by Madam Sang.

A quarter of an hour later, Madam Sang was finally done crying.

She stopped crying and raised her eyebrows proudly. "What's the use of that father and son!

You clearly can't take good care of your daughter, yet you still play dumb and say that you don't remember anyone!

Useless things, I won't acknowledge them in the future. Serves them right! "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… Mother, I have indeed forgotten a lot of things. Can I take a look around here?"

"Of course!" Madam Sang said. "If you want to add anything, just tell me!"

Sang Yuanyuan looked around the main hall.

When she arrived here, the sense of familiarity grew even stronger.

She walked to the side of a large wooden pillar.

There were traces of carvings on the wooden pillar.

She seemed to see a little girl who grew a little taller every year. Her parents and brothers gathered around her, happily carving a mark on the wooden pillar. Then, the whole family happily went to celebrate her birthday.

She stared at the wooden pillar in a daze for a while, then walked straight to a corner of the palace.

There was a line of small words carved in the corner of the wall.

"Sang Bujin is a tortoise!

He even fell down the stairs! "

Although the handwriting was immature, she recognized it as her own at a glance.

The fragmented scene flashed before her eyes, and she suddenly remembered her state of mind at that time. She couldn't remember what had happened at all. She only remembered that Sang Bujin was young and naughty, and that he made her angry enough. At that moment, emotions welled up in her heart, and she resonated with the past. She wanted nothing more than to press Sang Bujin to the ground and rub him against the ground.

She stood up. Her head was dizzy, and a chill ran down her spine.

This definitely wasn't someone else's memory!

She wasn't close to Sang, but they definitely grew up together!

Madam Sang hurriedly went forward to support her.

"Mother, I've been away from home for too long. I've been unfilial!" A myriad of emotions welled up in her heart. She covered her mouth and cried like a child.

A child who had suffered so much from who knows where.

When she cried, Madam Sang couldn't hold back anymore. She immediately held her hands and cried until her face was covered in tears.

After a long time, the two of them intermittently rested.

"Mother." Seeing Madam Sang's eyes swollen like peaches, Sang Yuanyuan quickly suppressed her emotions. She waved her hand and tossed out a large face flower. "Come, come, come. Try this!"

Madam Sang stared at the large face flower and raised her eyebrows. "Sang Bujin, that bastard!

Such a beautiful sunflower, and he actually told me that younger sister used a large mouth flower!

I've been worried about this for several days! "

Sang Yuanyuan cried tears of joy.

How long had it been? She finally heard someone correctly call her large face flower.

However, wasn't there something wrong with Madam Sang's way of calling him?

If Sang Bujin was a bastard, then she … Forget it, whatever.

Sang Yuanyuan smiled and shook her head. She directed the large face flower to spray a beautifying mist onto Madam Sang's face.

By the time the mother and daughter were done with the large face flower spa, the banquet had already been prepared in the main hall.

After all, the emperor of Youzhou had graced them with his presence. The necessary etiquette was still necessary.

The maids filed in to help Sang Yuanyuan wash up and change her clothes.

This time, she wore a moon-white silk robe, embroidered with complicated embroidery. She wore a medium-sized crown on her head, and her satin-like long hair draped behind her head. When she looked in the mirror, her age was unknown. She only knew that she was a peerless beauty.

The maids helped her into the main hall where the banquet was being held.

The lights were dazzling. After the two emperors bowed, they sat down facing each other.

Sang Yuanyuan could feel that the civil and military officials of Sang Province were all tensed up. They were extremely nervous.

Sitting below You Wuming was Sang Province's prime minister. He felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles. The half of his face that was facing You Wuming actually had tiny goosebumps.

After Sang Yuanyuan sat down, she tried to restrain herself so that a smile wouldn't appear on her face.

This time, she was several seats away from You Wuming.

If he wanted to look at her, he had to turn his body sideways. His line of sight brushed past the prime minister's nose.

As a result, the quail prime minister sitting next to him felt even more uncomfortable. His rigid square face squeezed out a few tears.

Sang Yuanyuan stifled a laugh. She felt You Wuming looking at her. She calmly raised her cup in his direction and took a sip of fruit wine.

He immediately drank a full cup, then deliberately slammed the cup down on the table, indicating that he had finished drinking.

They had already gotten used to being together day and night. Today, they suddenly looked at each other across half the palace, unable to speak. The two of them both felt a tacit understanding.

They secretly made small movements and quietly came to each other. It was very novel and interesting. Back and forth, Sang Yuanyuan quickly drank until he was tipsy. His heart was filled with joy.

In the spacious and dignified hall, he saw her sitting under the light. Her body was shrouded in a hazy halo. She was otherworldly, like a fairy that had accidentally fallen in front of him.

Her light was so bright that it shone into his darkness.

He chuckled and raised his cup to toast Sang Province's King.

Finally, Sang Chengyin reluctantly cleared his throat.

"Everyone, You Zhou's King personally went to Sang Province today and sincerely asked for a marriage. I have decided to marry my daughter to You Zhou's King.

What do you think? "

Everyone: "…" You have already decided, and You Wuming, this Rakshasa, is here. What else can we think?

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!

Congratulations, You Zhou's King. "Everyone said in unison.

Sang Yuanyuan pursed her lips and looked down at the table. Her heart was in a daze for a moment.

She was married just like that?

So smoothly?

Everything in Sang Province made her feel like she was in a dream.

The jade cup in her hand was filled with purple Sang Guo wine. She only felt that everything around her had become so unreal, as if it would abandon her at any time.

She unconsciously drank the fruit wine cup by cup. From time to time, she tilted her head to look at her parents and relatives beside her, as well as You Wuming, who was diagonally opposite her.

Everyone looked very happy … Oh, no, her father and brother's faces were actually very ugly!

She felt a smile spreading from the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't stop it.

She felt like she was floating in a sweet river. Everything around her was as perfect as a dream. She greedily and cherished everything in front of her.

Even if there was a cliff and a waterfall in front of her, she still felt satisfied at this moment.

In a daze, she didn't know when the banquet ended.

The maidservants helped Sang Yuanyuan, who was dizzy from drinking, wash away the smell of alcohol on her body and put on a comfortable mulberry silk robe. Then, they helped her back to her bedchamber and respectfully left.

She lay on the cloud couch, and her body seemed to be floating in the clouds, light and heavy. She couldn't help but think of the day when she transmigrated. She also lay like this, staring blankly at the scene in the hall through the fishnet curtain.

She looked at the top of the curtain and thought of that day, in order to survive, she incessantly provoked You Yingyue, saying that she wanted to be her royal sister-in-law.

Who knew that her words would come true.

She mischievously thought that on the day of the wedding, she would definitely make You Wuming call You Yingyue over. Let's see if she would be so scared that she would pee her dress on the spot.

She happily hugged the cloud quilt and couldn't stop giggling. She laughed more happily than ever.

"What are you so happy about?" In the hall, a man's low voice suddenly sounded.

She didn't need to think to know who it was.

"I once told You Yingyue that I wanted to be her royal sister-in-law." She happily said.

The man chuckled and calmly walked to the edge of the cloud couch. He lifted the fishnet curtain and sat down.

She glanced at him and saw that he had also washed up. He was wearing a black robe with his chest half open. His cheeks were slightly red, indicating that he was drunk.

With a smile, she reached out to grab his clothes and hugged him.

His waist was very thin.

She leaned forward and gently sniffed. It was a very refreshing and dark floral scent.

"You Wuming, you smell so good!" She generously praised him.

You Wuming: "… … No one has ever said that before."

She was a little drunk today. She softly rested her chin on his broad shoulders and said with a naughty smile: "Oh?

Didn't you have many women in the past?

They don't have noses, right?

Eh, could it be that the ones who slept with you in the past were all faceless beauties? "

She laughed so hard that her eyes disappeared.

As she spoke, her slender jade-like fingers tugged at his half-opened clothes and pointed at his smooth chest.

"I'm guessing that no one has touched this place before." Her drunken eyes were hazy. She slightly raised her small face and looked at him.

You Wuming: "… …"

Her small hand weakly slid down.

He sucked in a cold breath.

"Here, here, and here, no one has touched them before.

I'm the first. "Her voice was soft and gentle, entangling his heart.

The man flew into a rage out of humiliation and pressed her onto the cloud pillow.

He leaned down and caught her dangerously.

"Little Sang Guo, you're already mine.

Did you think that I had to wait until the wedding? "

He fiercely bared his fangs at this prey who had walked right into his trap.