A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace Chapter 1394 - 1392: Because I Don’t Like You

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Nan Yunze suddenly spoke in a peculiar tone.

"Madam, why don’t you respond?"

"Are you feeling aggrieved?"

"Speak up, as your husband, I will immediately rectify it. You must not feel uneasy!"

Yilan thought to herself: Indeed a bit aggrieved, but... how can she say?

She just lightly shook her head.

"No... nothing!"

After speaking, she helplessly reached out and accepted the joint-cup wine.

He gently bent over, with their arms intertwined, raising the cup together.

They met each other’s gaze.

Her look was shy with grievance, while his was... slightly cold, with a hint of contempt.

The sight of such a gaze sent a chill through Yilan’s heart, a sense of foreboding.

When she regained her senses, he had already released her arm and placed the cup aside.

Sister Xi spoke some pleasant auspicious words.

But at this moment... was there any joyous atmosphere left in the room?

Sister Xi felt a chill down her back.

She quickly knelt down, tying their hair and hems together, uttered a series of auspicious phrases,

and hurriedly left with her people.

...

In the bridal chamber, only two remained.

Yilan looked at Nan Yunze sitting close to her, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shy.

And Nan Yunze... his lips slightly curled, showing disdain.

He gently reached out, swiftly untied the clothes and hair that bound them.

Then stood up.

"Madam, the ceremonies are complete, are you satisfied?" He smiled with contempt.

Yilan looked up at him confused, instinctively nodded.

"Yes! Does my husband have anything to say?"

Nan Yunze just smiled indifferently.

"Since the madam is satisfied, I am relieved!"

After speaking, he waved his hand, a maid outside brought in a new quilt, and carefully spread it on the couch in the bridal chamber.

Once the maid withdrew.

Yilan was even more puzzled.

"What does my husband mean?"

Nan Yunze took off his outer garb, removed his shoes and socks, comfortably lay on the couch, and said lightly.

"Can’t you understand this?"

"I sleep on the couch, you sleep on the bed!"

His tone was firm, leaving no room for doubt.

Yilan’s expression instantly turned pale, she trembled as she removed the phoenix crown from her head, slowly stood before him.

"Why?"

Not being together on the wedding night, if this were to spread, how would others see her?

"Why treat me this way?! Did you plan this all along?"

Yilan’s body slightly shaking.

Nan Yunze’s eyes instantly sharp as an eagle, coldly replied.

"Yes!"

"There’s no reasoning because I don’t like you!"

"From the day you deliberately schemed to meet me, I didn’t like you!"

"Marrying you was just my parents’ order and matchmaking words! I will treat you with the honor of a first wife, but you need not think of anything else!"

He would never be drawn to a woman who loved to scheme.

Never!

Yilan’s body wobbled, almost falling to the ground.

"You..."

"You’re... you’re lying to me!"

"Everything today, was it all a deception?!"

Nan Yunze laughed with an indifferent and distant expression.

"No!"

"I did not deceive you!"

"On the contrary, I gave you enough face today!"

"How many families in the Capital City scrimp on weddings? Has Pingan Marquis Mansion ever shortchanged you?"

"Your grand procession today is enough to rival a Commandery Princess!"

"Let alone a County Princess!"

Yilan trembled with rage.

"You..."

"Why do it if you don’t like me!"

"Why deceive me!"

"Troubling both me and yourself!"

Nan Yunze chuckled.

"Not troubling at all, we were mutually consenting, weren’t we?"

"Rest assured, I will treat you well in the future! At least, no concubine will surpass you!"

"Concubine..."

Yilan’s face turned white, nearly fainting.

"You plan to still take concubines!"

Nan Yunze’s smile grew brighter.

"How amusing, you’re merely a County Princess, not even a Commandery Princess, yet you won’t allow your husband to take concubines?"

"Sorry, madam, but there’s no such rule in the Great Chu Dynasty!"

Yilan was so angry her face was flushed.

She raised her head, holding back her tears.

After a while, she finally trembled and said.

"Given such, what reputation do you have to uphold!"

"You might as well sleep outside, in the study, openly, wouldn’t it be better?"

Nan Yunze shook his head.

"That’s not possible!"

"On the wedding night, I have to be here with you! Elsewhere, it would provoke gossip!"

Yilan sneered.

"Are you still afraid of gossip?"

Nan Yunze smiled brilliantly.

"I’m afraid of you being gossiped about!"

"On the wedding night, rejected by your husband, I fear others would talk down on you, that servants in the mansion would disrespect you, not acknowledge you!"

"Madam, don’t you think your husband is quite considerate?"

Yilan sneered coldly.

"Considerate, very considerate, should I even thank you!"

Nan Yunze waved his large hand.

"We are a couple, no need for formalities!"

In his eyes, a wife was merely a tool.

To manage the household, honor parents, have children, continue the lineage.

Beyond this, no other use.

Those romantic expressions, those poetic sentiments, those romantic illusions, should be reserved for the woman he truly likes.

For now, it’s clear this woman isn’t the wife.

...

Yilan said nothing, silently turned away, silently sat before the dressing table to remove her makeup, silently called for someone to assist her in washing and dressing.

Nan Yunze seemed indifferent.

He didn’t favor maids attending him closely, so he always maintained his habit of washing and dressing himself.

Once both were finished preparing, it was already late.

Nan Yunze kindly reminded her.

"Madam, you should rest first. As your husband, I’ll extinguish the lights!"

Yilan said nothing more, turned lightly, coldly resting.

Nan Yunze was very satisfied, he smiled lightly, waved his large hand, a fierce gust extinguishing the candles.

...

That night, Yilan barely slept, frequently in a state of half-dreaming, mostly nightmares.

The next morning, while preparing for the mother-in-law tea, she looked exhausted, lips pale.

Nan Yunze was full of energy, spirits high.

Once both were dressed anew, carrying tea, kneeling before Marquis Pingan and Lady Hou.

Lady Hou scrutinized them briefly without much comment.

After drinking the mother-in-law tea and receiving the meeting gifts.

Nan Yunze intended to lead Yilan away.

Lady Hou spoke.

"Zeze, go to the front courtyard first, leave Lanlan behind to accompany this old woman for a chat, okay?"

Yilan and Nan Yunze both replied affirmatively.

Marquis Pingan then rose and went to the front courtyard with their son, leaving the room for the two women.

Lady Hou took Yilan’s hand, led her into the inner chamber.

Both sat on the couch.

She carefully examined Yilan again, gently caressing her cheek with compassion.

"Yesterday must have been exhausting for you! Zeze doesn’t know how to be considerate! I’ll have a word with him later!"