I am a thief in the Tang Dynasty

Some are happy and some are sad.

Half an hour ago.

In the mansion of Duke Su.

Cheng Yaojin had a gloomy face and his beard was twitching. He had just returned from the imperial city. As soon as he entered the mansion, he saw his son in a daze and drunk.

He felt even more upset, so he picked up the jar of wine and drank it down.

The crystal yellow wine flowed down his beard, making the bright red wedding dress dim.

Cheng Chubi, who looked 80% like his father, was a rough and sturdy man, and his face was red from drinking.

He held the wine jar, swayed his body, beat his chest and stamped his feet, and said unwillingly:

"Father, I refuse to accept this. I have a crush on the princess, and the sun and the moon can attest to that."

"That should be my wife! How come she got married in the wrong place and took the initiative to get close to Fang Yiyi after entering the bridal chamber!"

"He, Fang Yiyi, is a dandy scoundrel who has accomplished nothing. How could he win the heart of a beautiful woman?"

Cheng Chubi shouted, staggered to his feet, and staggered towards the weapon rack, roaring angrily:

"I refuse to accept this. I will kill that fellow and take the princess back!"

Click!

The wine jar is broken.

Cheng Yaojin growled, "Yaowu, wake up."

"The princess and Fang Yiyi are already husband and wife."

"If you take her back, will you be cuckolded for the rest of your life?"

"What's more, the emperor has spoken. If you try to rob him, our Cheng family will be disobeying his order and you will be punished with death!"

"For a woman, you want to bring the Cheng family into an irreparable situation?"

Chapter 8: Never Cancel the Engagement

Cheng Chubi, trembling all over, thought of the "cuckold" scene, squatted down with grievance, covering his face and crying.

"Wuwuwu, Grandpa, I, I won't accept this!"

"That sickly bastard, why?"

Looking at his infatuated son, Cheng Yaojin sighed helplessly.

Cheng Yaojin's wife, Qinghe Cui, walked into the room slowly and gracefully.

Cui looked at the father and son like this, her charming face full of worry, and she comforted them softly:

"Yaowu, in my opinion, the emperor is right. The second wife of the Du family is your God-given match!"

"Her reputation as a talented woman spread throughout Chang'an, and her beauty was even more stunning than that of other beauties, on par with Princess Lekang and Princess Changle."

"The most valuable thing is that he inherited Prime Minister Du's talent for making decisions."

"Marrying her as your wife can make up for your lack of strategy."

"In the future when you go on a march or fight a war, you should be my military advisor. I wish you everlasting victory."

"She is a rare gentle and virtuous person. She will never argue with you."

"She is the perfect match for you."

The well-reasoned analysis relieved some of Cheng Chubi's frustration.

He wiped away his tears, stood up, looked at his parents' concerned and worried expressions, stood up, took a deep breath and said:

"Mother is right. Now that things have come to this, son..."

The words are not finished yet.

The housekeeper ran in with a troubled look on his face and said in panic:

"Master and Madam, something terrible has happened, Du..."

Cui frowned and said in a low voice: "You are so flustered and unbecoming."

The butler immediately restrained his expression and bowed respectfully:

"Master and Madam, the Du family has sent word that the bride cannot come tonight and the ceremony cannot be completed."

Bang!

Cheng Yaojin slammed the table, snarled with a frown:

"What? Is Du Ruhui going to disobey the order?"

The butler was also filled with indignation and said quickly:

"The Du family sent a letter saying that the bride had a sudden illness and fainted."

crunch!

Cheng Yaojin clenched his fists, breathing rapidly, and gnashed his teeth:

"He suddenly fell ill and passed out?!"

"I'm afraid she made up a random excuse after hearing the emperor's decree that she could not marry her lover and was heartbroken."

"Wow, I, Old Cheng, have never suffered such humiliation!!!"

"Tonight, even if there is a dead body at the Du family's place, you have to send it to me, Old Cheng!"

"Come on, follow me, Old Cheng, to the Du family!"

Roaring, Cheng Yaojin stood up, with a furious look like a King Kong, and rushed out with murderous intent!

Cui stood in front of the door, stared at Cheng Yaojin and said:

"Master, do you want the Cheng family to become the laughing stock of Chang'an?"

Cheng Yaojin stood still, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice:

"Madam, someone is shitting on my neck, how can I bear it?!"

Cui looked at Cheng Chubi, whose eyes were red and he was about to lose his mind, and whispered:

"I can't control Yaowu when you're not here."

"Master, don't be impulsive, and trust Prime Minister Du."

"He will give our Cheng family a reasonable explanation."

"Otherwise, both of our families will become the laughing stock of Chang'an!"

Cheng Yaojin took a deep breath and whispered:

"I believe in the lady!"

......

Du Fu.

Du Ruhui was smiling when he returned home.

Looking at his daughter kneeling in front of him with tears in her eyes, his smile suddenly disappeared like smoke.

He said with a sullen face, without questioning:

"Once the Emperor has spoken, we must not cancel the engagement."

"Even if you cry and make a fuss, it won't help."

"Now that things have come to this, you are the new bride of the Cheng family!"

"You move there tonight!"

“We must move there!”

Chapter 9 My daughter would rather die than go to the Cheng family

Du Guiru has cheeks as red as fresh litchi and a nose as smooth as goose fat. She is delicate and gentle, and her eyes and eyebrows are so lovable.

She wiped away her tears and said sobbingly:

"Wow, wow, grandpa, my daughter has been plotted against. You have to take charge of her!"

"If Princess Le Kang hadn't plotted against my daughter, how could she have married such a crude warrior?"

"Grandpa, my daughter and Xingzhi are truly in love, and I only want to marry him. If I can't be his principal wife, then at least being his co-wife is fine."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Du Ruhui's face darkened, he flicked his sleeves, turned sideways, and didn't want to look at the face that made him feel soft: "What's so good about Fang Yiyi? He's idle, spends his time drinking and having sex, and has no knowledge or skills!"

"My daughter won't listen. In my heart, he is the best. I would rather die than marry anyone else!" Du Guiru said stubbornly, then stood up and ran out.

Du Ruhui, who was afraid that his daughter would do something stupid, hurried forward to stop her and tried to persuade her earnestly:

"My girl, you have already married Cheng Chubi. Even after you die, you will still be a member of the Cheng family. Don't make trouble."

"Besides, Cheng Chubi will have to go to the border soon."

"You should live by yourself on weekdays, no one will disturb you. You can also come back to accompany your mother when you are free."

"I won't!" Du Guiru's tearful eyes were full of stubbornness.

Before Du Ruhui could continue to lose his temper, his beloved daughter rolled her eyes, her body went limp, and she fell to the ground.

Du Ruhui was at a loss, and shouted in a trembling voice: "Second Mother, my daughter, what's wrong with you?"

"Come here, call the doctor quickly!"

......

In the Prince Consort's mansion.

A beautiful face, shining brightly under the red candles decorated with dragons and phoenixes.

Princess Changle Li Lizhi, with willow eyebrows, phoenix eyes, a delicate nose, cherry lips, and a rosy face with a smile, listened to the report from her maid.

Her snow-capped peaks rose and fell rapidly, and her white jade fingers clenched the wedding dress embroidered with phoenixes.

She stood up in annoyance, the auspicious cloud-like flower ornaments on her forehead moved, and coquettish words came out of her lips.

"You are so good, Chai Xueying! You are really my good cousin!"

"What a great plan! They even included all the civil and military officials in the court!"

"Humph, it was clearly me who suggested that we get married together on this day."

"But you got the advantage in the end. How abominable!"

"Why didn't I think of this method!"

"I really can't accept that my cousin took him away from me!"

"Humph, this really piss me off to death!"

Li Lizhi waved her pink fist in the air, as if she was hitting Chai Xueying.

But she still felt unsatisfied, so she simply took off the wedding dress that made her disgusted.

The snow-white and tender hands plucked out the phoenix hairpin and vigorously cut a foot-long slit on the wedding dress.

after awhile.

Squeak!

The door is wide open.

Zhang Sun Chong, who was drinking wedding wine with all the guests, came in staggeringly drunk.

He used to be handsome, but now he was drunk and had a silly smile on his face.

He burped and rushed to Li Lizhi impatiently, shouting:

"Princess, I'm here, my cousin is here!"

"Tonight, hiccup, tonight is our wedding night, we, we..."

Li Lizhi, who was angry, quickly dodged and glared at the drunken groom.