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Chapter 879 Yuan's Daughter
A luxurious mansion in the west of Luoyang
Yuan Xiaoyu sat in front of the window in the attic of the back house, staring at the scenery outside in a trance.

The scenery in front of me is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Since arriving in the capital a few days ago, she has been placed in this mansion in the capital.

"Miss, it's time to eat." The personal maid reminded softly.

Yuan Xiaoyu shook her head: "I have no appetite."

"Miss, you haven't had two meals."

The maid said worriedly:
"Today, news came from the court that the general was named Duke Tang, and he will host a banquet in his mansion to meet you in three days."

"If you become thin or sick due to hunger, how will you face people in three days?"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiaoyu clenched her sleeves slightly with her slender fingers.

She looked up at herself in the bronze mirror - her originally round face now looked a little haggard, with a faint blue shadow under her eyes.

But she really wasn't in the mood.

Not to mention that her mother told her repeatedly before she left, asking her to please the legendary general Su Yao who was known to kill people like crazy, which made her upset.

Just because everything and everyone in front of her has changed, she really has no appetite at all.

This is understandable, this mansion is too familiar to her.

The Yuan family of Runan had three officials in four generations, and their assets in Beijing were once very large. This mansion is a symbol of the Yuan family's past glory.

In its heyday, this mansion was bustling with people, all of whom were dignitaries from the court. There were laughter, singing, dancing and feasting day and night, demonstrating the supreme glory of the Yuan family.

But later, as everyone knows, with the changes in the court, just two years ago, the Yuan family's direct bloodline in Beijing suffered a devastating blow.

As the entire family of Grand Tutor Yuan Wei was executed, all the Yuan family’s vast assets in the capital were confiscated by Dong Zhuo.

Although Yuan Xiaoyu did not witness the tragedy that day with her own eyes, she knew that overnight, the place went from being bustling and lively to being gloomy and silent. The cries of her relatives and the shouts of the officers and soldiers still seemed to echo in her ears.

Today, this mansion is still luxurious and magnificent, but the former owner has changed his identity. How can this scene not make her feel emotional?
That great general, no, the man who is now Lord Tang, specially placed her in this place of marriage. What was his intention?
"Will he see me in three days?"

Yuan Xiaoyu lay on the table and muttered to herself, then suddenly turned around and asked:
"Xiao Cui, what kind of person is Su Tanggong?"

Xiao Cui was her personal maid who had served her since she was young. Upon hearing this, she quickly leaned forward and whispered:
"I have inquired about it clearly in the past few days. The general in the portrait of Madam is not fake. The neighbors in the capital say that although the general is a military commander from a frontier county, he is handsome and even more rare is that he is kind to his subordinates and never beats or scolds the maids in the mansion."

"Who asked you that!" Yuan Xiaoyu's ears turned red and she spat, "I was asking about his conduct!"

Just as the master and servant were whispering, there was a sudden commotion outside the courtyard, and the old servant guarding the gate of Yuan Mansion ran over in a panic:

"Miss, Mr. Tang's procession has arrived outside the mansion!"

"what?!"

The comb in Yuan Xiaoyu's hand fell to the ground with a thud. She touched her cheek and stood up in a panic. The hem of her silk skirt swept over the rouge box on the table, spilling the bright red rouge all over the floor.
"Miss!"

The maid Xiao Cui exclaimed and quickly squatted down to help clean up.

"Didn't you say three days later?" Yuan Xiaoyu's voice trembled slightly, and her fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeves.

Her gaze shifted to the bronze mirror, and what was reflected in the mirror was her panic-stricken face - even her hair was only half combed, and the few strands of black hair hung by her ears, making her look even more messy.

The old servant Yuan Zhong was stamping his feet outside the door anxiously: "Miss, hurry up and get ready. Lord Tang's procession has arrived at the front yard!"

"How can I meet people like this?" Yuan Xiaoyu frantically touched her hair, and suddenly turned around and grabbed Xiao Cui's hand, "Just say I'm sick and can't meet guests!"

Xiao Cui's eyes widened: "Miss, that's the great general - Lord Tang! The only Duke in the world! The master and his wife gave him many instructions before they left."

“I know, I know!”

Yuan Xiaoyu bit her lower lip, tears flashing in her eyes. How could she not understand the importance of this marriage to the Yuan family?
But the legendary "murderous devil" suddenly visited her ahead of time, which really caught her off guard. It was said that the man had a very bad temper and would kill people at will. If she didn't respond well, would she lose her head?

Dongdong——dongdong——

The sound of orderly footsteps and armor colliding could be heard from the front yard, and Yuan Xiaoyu's heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of her chest.

"Don't be afraid, young lady. The servants are here to help you dress up."

At this time, the group of twelve maids she brought with her finally found their place of use.

Twelve maids quickly took action, some nimbly picking up combs and rouge boxes on the ground, while others quickly walked to the wardrobe to choose suitable clothes. Xiao Cui was even quicker, picking up the hairpin on the table and carefully tidying up Yuan Xiaoyu's messy bun.

Yuan Xiaoyu took a deep breath, tried to calm herself down, and began to dress up surrounded by her maids.

Yuan Xiaoyu let the maid fiddle with her while silently thinking about how to deal with Su Yao when she saw him later. She remembered her parents' instructions, asking her to show the dignity and virtue of a Yuan family girl in front of Su Yao and not to lose face for the family.

"Bring me the goose yellow dress." She suddenly said, her voice regaining some of the composure of the eldest daughter of the Yuan family. "Since we can't avoid it, we have to be more respectful."

The maids deftly changed Yuan Xiaoyu into a light yellow dress, and carefully combed her hair, tying her black hair into a dignified bun, inserting a warm jade hairpin, and then lightly applying makeup.
"Miss, you are so beautiful!" Xiao Cui praised.

This is not a false compliment, it is the truth.

Fifteen or sixteen years old is the prime age of a girl's beauty. After being dressed up by the maids, Yuan Xiaoyu no longer looked haggard, but instead looked even more charming.

The goose yellow skirt perfectly outlines her slender waist, and when she walks, the hem of her skirt flutters like flowing clouds and water.

Yuan Xiaoyu looked at the bronze mirror, took a deep breath, secretly encouraged herself, and then walked towards the main hall.

However, as soon as she reached the corner of the corridor, she heard steady and powerful footsteps approaching from afar.

Looking up, I saw a man in a black brocade robe standing with his hands behind his back, next to the rockery in the middle of the courtyard, looking at a crabapple tree in the yard with interest.

The sunlight shone through the shadows of the trees, outlining his tall and straight figure.

The man was over eight feet tall, with clear profile lines, and an aura of majesty between his brows, but the slightly raised arc at the corners of his lips made him seem less approachable.

Yuan Xiaoyu paused and her heart skipped a beat - this was so different from the ferocious and evil image of the "devil" she had imagined.

Not only is he not as rough and violent as the ordinary warriors in battle, but he is more like a Confucian general with extraordinary bearing.

Just looking at his profile, he is actually more handsome than the boy in the painting.

"Miss, that's it." Xiao Cui whispered in her ear.

Yuan Xiaoyu quickly straightened her sleeves and was about to step forward to salute, but she saw the man suddenly turn around and shoot a lightning-like gaze at her.

The moment their eyes met, she felt her breath hold. Those eyes were dark and deep, as if they were as deep as the ocean, able to penetrate people's hearts.

"Ms. Yuan?"

Su Yao looked at the girl in front of him.

Her delicate little face, paired with her elegant goose yellow dress, looks as bright and charming as a flower blooming in spring in this courtyard full of blooming flowers.

However, despite this seemingly perfect and meticulous dress, the girl's slightly trembling hands and the sweat on her nose did not escape Su Yao's eyes.

Such a forced calm look made Su Yao smile slightly in his heart.

what the hell.

Those ministers praised the Yuan family's legitimate daughter as a monster, but wasn't she still just a little girl?

Is this the daughter sent by Yuan Benchu?
"It seems that I came at the wrong time." Su Yao put on a faint smile.

(End of this chapter)