Chapter Eighteen: The Wang Family’s Daughter Comes of Age
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The First Emperor of Qin arranged the marriage.
Meng Yi, seeing this matter settled, cast a deep glance at Fusu.
He felt both helpless and somewhat pleased for him.
Fusu becoming the grandson-in-law of Wang Jian was undoubtedly a great advantage.
Regardless of whether Fusu and Wang Jian agreed or not, the First Emperor had already decreed it, and they had no choice but to accept.
Enough!
Wang Jian looked toward Fusu.
Fusu also looked at Wang Jian.
Their eyes met, but neither knew what to say.
The banquet concluded.
As Wang Jian stepped out of the palace, Zhao Gao called out to him, “Marquis of Wucheng, wait! Marquis of Wucheng, wait!”
Wang Jian did not stop and quickened his pace.
Only when Zhao Gao, panting heavily, caught up did Wang Jian look at him and ask, “Eunuch Zhao, what is it you want with me?”
Though Zhao Gao was a favored figure by His Majesty, he still showed great respect to this man who single-handedly defeated the six kingdoms.
He politely reminded, “His Majesty has ordered that Prince Fusu accompany this humble servant to the mansion to receive an imperial edict.”
“Also, to let Prince Fusu meet his future princess consort.”
A look of resignation crossed Wang Jian’s eyes; there was no avoiding it.
In the end,
Wang Jian’s gaze settled on Fusu, who was walking over. After a brief silence, he said, “Very well.”
Thus,
The three of them left the palace and boarded a carriage.
Along the way,
Fusu said nothing and dared not look at Wang Jian.
To Zhao Gao, it seemed that Fusu feared Wang Jian somewhat, so he gave a sly smile and said, “Your Highness is His Majesty’s legitimate eldest son. Barring any accidents, you are destined to inherit the empire.”
“To have the Marquis of Wucheng’s granddaughter married to you is her great fortune!”
Fusu looked at Zhao Gao, inwardly cursing.
What trick is this bastard up to now?
The Marquis of Wucheng seemed somewhat cheered by the words.
In truth,
He had long suspected something.
Since the First Emperor intercepted him halfway and forbade him from retiring into the mountains, much had been implied.
Years ago, Wang Jian had married Princess Huayang, the Emperor’s favorite daughter, to save his life.
Now,
His beloved granddaughter was to marry the Emperor’s eldest legitimate son.
This firmly tied the Wang family to the royal clan, leaving no chance of separation.
Could the First Emperor be signaling him to protect or support Fusu?
Wang Jian pondered deeply, trying to decipher the meaning.
Zhao Gao continued, “The only concern I have is that the Marquis of Wucheng’s granddaughter might resist after learning of the Prince’s recent scandalous deeds.”
“In that case, the Marquis will need to put in extra effort.”
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Wang Jian’s eyes snapped wide open. This was precisely what troubled him.
Though it was common for men to have multiple wives and concubines,
What Fusu had done was a disgrace, a violation of moral ethics!
At this moment,
Fusu, still a prince, dared to consort with the Emperor’s women. If he became crown prince or ascended the throne, what other breaches of propriety might he commit?
Wang Jian could not imagine what further transgressions Fusu might commit against human decency.
Suddenly,
He did not want to bring them into the mansion at all.
Even if it meant defying the imperial edict, he wished to prevent this absurd marriage.
After all,
He did not want his granddaughter to spend her life with such a man.
Not even if he were the Emperor!
Fusu inwardly cursed Zhao Gao’s ancestors eighteen generations back.
How dare he say such things?
Right to his face, playing these games!
Fusu took a deep breath, a mischievous glint in his eyes, and said, “Eunuch Zhao, do you know how you will die?”
Hearing this, Zhao Gao shuddered violently.
He instinctively looked at Fusu.
Wang Jian also turned toward Fusu.
Fusu’s predictions were eerily accurate.
Both of them knew well what he had said, especially after today’s provincial reforms had opened their eyes.
Thus,
Fusu’s words carried significant weight.
Zhao Gao feared death above all.
His face instantly drained of color.
Hesitating, he trembled as he asked, “Your Highness, how will this humble servant die?”
Fusu sneered, “Spreading lies, calling black white, and extermination of three clans!”
Bang—
The carriage jolted. Zhao Gao suddenly struck the carriage wall.
The next moment,
Zhao Gao slapped himself hard and said, “This humble servant spoke out of turn.”
“I beg Your Highness’s forgiveness!”
Fusu said no more, instead looking at Wang Jian. “Marquis of Wucheng, I am actually somewhat scrupulous in spirit.”
“Scrupulous in spirit?”
Wang Jian was puzzled, not understanding.
Fusu continued, “What I dislike most are arranged marriages, especially those tangled with political interests. They are my greatest revulsion.”
“After a while, I will meet your granddaughter.”
“If she refuses, I will personally petition Father to cancel this marriage.”
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Having spoken, Fusu then looked at Zhao Gao. “Eunuch Zhao, if it comes to that, you must say that I disdain the Marquis’s granddaughter and absolutely reject this marriage.”
“Do not speak out of turn, or face extermination of three clans!”
Zhao Gao shivered once more and immediately nodded, “Your Highness, rest assured, this humble servant understands, understands!”
“Hmm!” Satisfied, Fusu finally showed a pleased expression.
“Master, we have arrived!” The coachman announced as the carriage stopped.
Wang Jian glanced deeply at Fusu and nodded. “I hope Your Highness will keep your word.”
Of course, Fusu would not go back on his word.
He was not shallow enough to marry a tigress...
“Grandfather, you’re back!”
Just as Fusu dismounted, a stunning figure swiftly passed by, and a young woman expertly leapt down from her horse.
Her features were delicate, eyes bright, and teeth pearly white.
Her figure was full yet graceful and tall.
From afar, she carried the aura of a valiant beauty.
Up close, she was a breathtaking woman with alluring curves.
Especially her bosom, pressed close and shining like twin moons, leaving Fusu’s head dizzy.
At that moment,
Fusu suddenly understood what love at first sight truly meant!
“Ruo Nan, just in time. Tell Prince Fusu that you are unwilling!” Wang Jian said bluntly.
Wang Ruonan blinked slightly, brushed her hair, and glanced at Fusu with confusion before looking at her grandfather. “Unwilling about what?”
“Don’t ask too much. Just say you’re unwilling!”
“Hurry up and say it!”
Seeing Wang Jian’s barely contained anger, Wang Ruonan had no choice but to go along. “I’m unwilling!”
Wang Jian turned to Fusu. “There, Your Highness.”
“My humble home is modest, so I won’t entertain you inside.”
“You may return and cancel this marriage!”
Fusu was left standing there, stunned. What on earth was going on?
Wait!
He carefully scrutinized Wang Ruonan again, eyes full of disbelief.
Could a woman who trained in martial arts maintain such a perfect figure?
No, he was mistaken.
He suddenly realized something.
It seemed that in the past life, more than half of those online celebrities and socialites were fitness enthusiasts.
And martial arts training and fitness...
Damn!
Father had just given him a great boon!