Seeing that the wedding was coming soon, Han Chun's face rarely showed a bit of joy.
In the past two days, Cheng Fenglou was polite and courteous. Not only did he comply with all Han Chun's previous requests for betrothal gifts, but he also called his father-in-law very affectionately.
Even if Han Chun made an unreasonable request such as hosting all the banquets in the Han Mansion because the Cheng Mansion was not grand enough, Cheng Fenglou agreed.
Between his actions, he seemed happy to be the son-in-law of the Han family.
On the surface, Han Chun kept calling him a good son-in-law, but in reality he was still disdainful.
The minister of Dali Temple, the top scholar, are just poor boys who have never seen the world.
Soon the day of the wedding arrived, and red silk was hung in front of the Han Mansion. Many senior officials in the court came to congratulate Han Chun on his invitation.
For a time, the threshold of the Han family was about to be crossed.
Han Chun felt relieved and stood at the door with a happy face.
The maid next to Han Mo quickly ran over from the backyard and whispered a few words in Han Chun's ear.
Han Chun's expression changed.
The backyard of Han Mansion.
Han Mo's face turned pale and she covered her chest.
When he saw Han Chun coming, he was just about to say hello, but before he could say anything, he lay down next to the spittoon and started vomiting.
"This, this, this...what's going on?!"
Han Chun shook his sleeves and looked at his daughter.
The maid on the side was trembling with fear.
"The young lady had already had this symptom a few days ago, but she kept refusing to let us talk about it and refused to take medicine... That day when she came back from the water, the symptoms seemed to be more serious."
Han Chun's face was grave, "Go and ask for a doctor quickly... I want Dr. Du Yizhen from Tianhe Medical Center."
Du Yizhen's golden needle technique is extremely exquisite and the effect is quick. No matter what, he must survive Baitiandi.
The maid left in a panic.
Han Mo gritted her teeth and looked pale. The wedding dress she was wearing at the moment made her complexion pale and pale. She didn't look like a bride, but like a female ghost who came to claim her life.
Du Yizhen was quickly invited.
"Quick! Please, doctor!"
Han Chun hurriedly welcomed Du Yizhen in.
As soon as he finished speaking, the boy outside the door came to report again.
"Master! It's not good! This... the young master is fighting with the county boss!"
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Wen Ranran looked at the red and colorful people in front of the Han Mansion, with unclear meaning in her eyes. Xia Lishuang beside her also frowned slightly.
Wen Yuwan jumped off the carriage and looked at the scene in front of her, gritting her teeth.
"The banquet must also be held at the Han family?! Cheng Fenglou, such an arrogant person, let them be so insulted!"
"Hey, Your Majesty, Princess, what a coincidence!"
Behind him, Wan Guangsheng came up to say hello with a smile on his face.
Wen Ranran turned back and smiled.
"Master Wan looks good these past two days!"
Wan Guangsheng smiled, with a sigh in his tone.
"I look good, but Brother Cheng may not be so good!"
Wen Ranran raised her eyebrows but didn't say anything more.
Today is the day that Cheng Fenglou and Han Mo originally planned to get married.
By this time, the guests had almost arrived, and the person standing at the door to greet the guests was not Han Chun, but the eldest son Han Cheng, who was dressed like a dog.
As soon as Han Cheng saw Wen Yuwan get out of the car, his eyes were firmly locked on him.
"Huh? Isn't this our famous Lord of Sanluo County?"
Han Cheng looked at Wen Yuwan and thought of Wen Yuwan's tragic situation in recent days. For a moment, he felt evil.
"I heard that the head of Sanluo County once said in public that he liked Mr. Cheng. Ha, he is indeed a famous ruined flower in the capital."
Wen Yuwan suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Han Cheng coldly.
"What? Why are you staring at me? Did I say something wrong?" Han Cheng continued to be mean.
Wen Yuwan's face was expressionless.
Han Cheng couldn't help but feel even more proud.
Look, no matter how domineering she is, Wen Yuwan is still a woman after all.
What my daughter fears most is that her reputation will be ruined!
Han Cheng looked at Wen Yuwan's gloomy face and felt happy in his heart.
Wen Yuwan turned back coldly and looked at Wen Ranran.
"Eldest sister, you and your brother-in-law have to help me plead for mercy later!"
Wen Ranran, who was watching on the side, already understood what Wen Yuwan was going to do, nodded and said with a smile.
"That's natural."
After receiving the permission, Wen Yuwan couldn't help but feel relieved. Looking at the arrogant Han Cheng in front of her, she suddenly pulled out a soft whip from her waist.
"Pah——"
The sound of the whip hitting Han Cheng's face was not loud among the crowd of congratulators, but it was extremely loud.