CHAPTER 417: CHAPTER 42 DO YOU WANT IT?_3

At that moment, within the main hall of the Wen Family, some felt ashamed, others terrified, a few relieved, and some... uneasy. The ashamed were those who still possessed a shred of conscience. The terrified were those in a daze. The relieved were the brainless ones. Those who felt uneasy, however, could be considered the intelligent ones. They knew of the news that the King’s army had appeared outside the city. With the Wen Family marrying off a daughter at such a time, if the King’s army were to return and reclaim Chuzhou, wouldn’t the entire Wen Family be left with absolutely no room for redemption?

Blind Bei remained silent. However, the armored soldiers standing guard outside the door ensured that the Wen Family members within the hall dared not speak either.

The scene was very quiet.

But some did not appreciate this silence. The sound of suona horns drifted in—festive, auspicious. Though there were only two suonas, their harmonious call and response ensured the melody was far from lonely. The players were Lao Xiao and his apprentice, Ma Zi. In Xue Three’s words, for an event as significant as Blind Bei’s wedding, there had to be some display of grandeur. Unfortunately, time was too short to prepare the usual wedding tunes, but this way, it had more local flavor, which was also good.

The sound of the suonas allowed Wen Sutong to relax, his eyes narrowed comfortably as his fingers tapped a rhythm on the low table. The old master was quite happy. Having shed his psychological burdens and responsibilities, and having decided to walk this dark path to the end—since he could no longer count on loyalty to Qian or his future reputation, why be coy about it? If he hesitated, he’d be too late to even get the scraps when the time came.

「A little later」

Under a servant’s guidance, a young woman dressed in red walked over.

Upon seeing this woman, the schadenfreude-filled smile on Xue Three’s face suddenly froze. He pointed at the woman very impolitely and stammered, "Is... is she ugly?"

The woman was sixteen. In this era, marrying at fourteen or fifteen was common, and even earlier wasn’t unheard of. But from a later perspective, sixteen was still a young girl, far from marrying age. The girl was very tall, already around 175 cm at only sixteen. Her face had a touch of baby fat, and her eyes held a hint of an immature, captivating charm. Her figure wasn’t thin, but she was by no means plump. Though