Cultivation Quick Transmigration: The Believer Girl is Lacking Money and Morals

"You all go out and keep watch, I want to be alone for a while." Unable to sit still, Liu Chenchen started to shoo people out.

Chun Ya took a few small steps forward, leaned closer, and asked in a low voice, "Miss, would you like some snacks to tide you over?"

Xia Zhi, who was standing next to Chun Ya, tugged at her sleeve: "Why are you still calling me Miss? You should call me Princess Consort from now on."

Chun Ya quickly corrected herself with a laugh: "Yes, yes, yes. Look at me, why am I still calling you 'Miss'? From now on, you should call me 'Your Highness the Crown Prince's Consort'."

Listening to the teasing tone of the two maids beside her, Liu Chenchen knew that these people probably had a deep relationship with Liu Qiongqiong.

Her fingers gently caressed the peony flower on the cuff of her wedding dress. It would be better to return it to her elder sister in the next few days.

She'd already taken all the other marriages, so she wouldn't take any more of these.

Consider these contracts of servitude as a wedding gift from the younger sister to the older sister; the older sister will surely appreciate them.

"No need, go out!" She didn't want to put on some act of deep affection between mistress and servant with the two maids; she just wanted to be alone for a while.

"Please inform the young master that he has arrived."

"Yes." Chun Ya and Xia Zhiqu sensed that their young lady was acting strangely today, but they assumed she was just nervous. They exchanged a glance, bowed, and left.

Hearing the door close softly, Liu Chenchen ripped off her red veil and threw it onto the bed.

She stood up and walked to the bronze mirror. Looking at herself in the mirror, dressed in a wedding gown with a messy head, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

That's really embarrassing.

He took the heavy phoenix crown out of his pocket and placed it on the dressing table.

After removing all the messy gold hairpins from her head and throwing them on the table, she thought to herself, "Is this too plain? It's a bit disrespectful to the wise prince I'm about to meet."

Finally, she casually inserted two simple gold hairpins and loosely tied up her long hair.

But she didn't move her wedding dress. Looking at herself in the mirror, she slowly concealed the sharpness between her brows and eyes.

He nodded in satisfaction and walked to the octagonal table, which was filled with various pastries: hibiscus cake, almond shortbread, jujube and yam cake, and a pot of warm nuptial wine.

She picked up a piece of almond shortbread, put it in her mouth, and thought, "Hmm, it's not particularly sweet, but it tastes alright."

I tried one of each pastry, but it was too late to eat too much.

She poured herself a glass of sake; the liquid was warm and slightly spicy as it went down her throat, but it made her feel good.

Actually, she was more interested in knowing what was going on with Liu Qiongqiong and what stage they were at.

When exactly did they discover that the bride was a fake?

I don't want to end up like her, only finding out after we've entered the bridal chamber, right?

After some time, footsteps could be heard outside.

Liu Chenchen quickly got up, walked to the bedside, put the red veil back on, and placed her hands properly on her knees, looking like a dignified and elegant bride again.

The door was pushed open from the outside.

"You don't need to guard anymore, step back." The man's voice came, clear and cold like jade striking each other.

"Yes, Your Highness." The maids and servants responded and withdrew, the door closing gently once more.

Xiao Shiyan pushed open the door, but paused in his steps.

He saw the phoenix crown belonging to the bride on the dressing table, his eyes narrowed slightly, then returned to normal.

Moving forward again, standing by the bed, he picked up the pole tied with red silk and gently lifted the veil.

The red silk slipped down, and Liu Chenchen slowly raised her head.

In the candlelight, the man, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, stood tall and straight like a pine tree.

He was exceptionally handsome, with eyebrows like ink paintings, eyes like cold stars, a high nose bridge, and thin lips pressed into a straight line.

At this moment, those deep eyes were quietly watching her, without the joy of a newlywed couple, only scrutiny and doubt in their eyes.

Their eyes met, and both of them were slightly taken aback.

The flower blooms at two ends, each telling its own story.

The bridal sedan chair swayed and tumbled as it arrived at the Xu family's door.

Upon reaching the door, the maid Xiao Cui unceremoniously administered an injection to Liu Qiongqiong.

Liu Qiongqiong was awakened by a sharp, stabbing pain in the back of her neck.

Slowly opening my eyes, all I saw was a hazy red—it was a red veil.

My ears were ringing and my mind was foggy.

I just can't seem to get my thoughts going.

Trying hard to recall, today is her wedding day, so she must be in the bridal sedan chair now.

Outside, there was the joyful sound of dripping water, but it felt so faint.

Before she could think it through, the bridal sedan chair landed on the ground.

Someone outside the sedan chair shouted, "The bride has arrived!"

The sedan curtain was lifted, and a man's hand reached inside.

That hand was long and clean, with distinct knuckles and thin calluses on the base of the thumb.

There was no time to think it through; at such a crucial moment, there was no room for her to think it through.

The wedding attendant outside the sedan chair was already supporting her arm, guiding her to place her hand on that unfamiliar palm.

There were children laughing and playing all around, and the surrounding area was noisy with people talking.

This was also Liu Qiongqiong's first time experiencing something like this, and she immediately became nervous, her thoughts racing.

She didn't notice that her wedding dress had been changed because her face was covered by a veil.

"Stepping over the fire basin—a symbol of prosperity and good fortune!"

She was guided to step over a brazier.

"Climbing the threshold—rising step by step!"

Finally, they entered the main hall, where the man held her firmly with his strong hand the whole way.

Through the red silk, two people could be vaguely seen sitting in the hall, presumably the Prince Xian and his wife.

"Bowing to Heaven and Earth—"

The emcee sang loudly, and Liu Qiongqiong followed the instructions of the old woman beside her and bowed.

"Bowing to the parents twice—"

She bowed again. A middle-aged woman's laughter came from the hall: "Good, good, good, get up now."

This made Liu Qiongqiong feel a little uncomfortable. Didn't her mother say that the Princess Consort was difficult to get along with? How could she be so friendly and yet so lacking in manners?

"Husband and wife bow to each other—"

Liu Qiongqiong and the man opposite her exchanged greetings.

She could see that the other person was dressed in a bright red wedding gown and had a tall and straight figure.

"The ceremony is complete—offering them to the bridal chamber!"

Applause and laughter erupted around her as Liu Qiongqiong was surrounded and led to the backyard.

It wasn't until she sat on the wedding bed and touched the wedding quilt beneath her that she realized something was wrong.

This is definitely not the Princess Consort.

The Prince Xian's residence would never be this shabby.

Liu Qiongqiong took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

She was the legitimate daughter of the Minister's family, a well-bred young lady personally trained by her mother, and she could never lose her composure no matter what happened.

She slowly raised her hand and ripped off the veil.

The scene before her made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

This is an ordinary bedroom, with a carved wooden bed, a slightly worn dressing table, two chairs, and a wardrobe.

A large red "囍" character was pasted on the window, and several plates of pastries and a pair of red candles were placed on the table.

All the furnishings exuded a down-to-earth, rustic charm, a simplicity she had never seen before.

Looking down at her wedding dress, it was red. It was actually red. How could it be red?

Her wedding dress was green, and all the high-ranking wives and principal wives wore green, so how could it be red?

This is not her wedding dress.

This is...this is...Liu Chenchen's?