The eldest sister was reborn and the younger sister traveled through time. I just want to survive.

In life, one should not leave any regrets behind.

Yan Muyun was not a shy person. She would do whatever she thought of. She moved forward like a silkworm, holding the quilt in front of her tightly with one hand and pulling the quilt in front of her down with the other hand.

What catches the eye are scars of various shapes, especially the long centipede-like scar on the abdomen. Its hideous and terrifying appearance shows how dangerous it once was.

Gu Yunting looked down following Yan Muyun's gaze and realized that she was looking at the fatal scar on his abdomen.

"It's ready."

"Don't be so self-indulgent. Do you think I feel sorry for you? I'm just admiring my needlework skills." Yan Mujun sneered and turned her eyes away.

I kept repeating in my heart that feeling sorry for a man would bring bad luck to him for the rest of his life, and even if you feel sorry for a dog, you can’t feel sorry for a man…

I looked away for a moment and then looked back. The needlework seemed not very good. It really affected the visual experience. Why didn't I sew it more carefully at that time?

As if he could guess what she was thinking, Gu Yunting suddenly said, "Your acupuncture skills are very good." Then he took her hand and stroked the scar.

The scar was uneven and clearly not on her body, but Yan Mujun felt a sour and uncomfortable feeling in her heart.

It took her a long time to realize what she was doing and what Gu Yunting was doing.

Oh, is he discussing needle techniques? The bastard is clearly teasing her in the opposite way!

She always claims that she is a career-minded person who will never be deceived by a man with superb means, but now she is being led by an ancient person into a love trap.

I can’t tolerate this, I absolutely can’t tolerate this. Yan Muyun was just about to pull her hand back, but unexpectedly Gu Yunting let go first.

She wanted to pull her hand back, but after being passively released, Yan Muyun felt uncomfortable.

Why can the guy named Gu flirt with her whenever he wants and let her go whenever he wants? What does he think of Yan Muyun?

Although the marriage was arranged by her and Gu Yunting, Gu Yunting also agreed to it voluntarily. She must take the initiative in their husband-wife relationship.

She did it as soon as she said it. She lowered the quilt a little, met Gu Yunting's surprised gaze, moved closer, and stretched out her arms to hug him.

There is often a huge gap between imagination and reality. When the soft skin touched the hot body, Yan Muyun's brain went blank and she stopped moving.

After a moment, her chin was lifted up, and the kisses spread from her forehead to the tip of her nose, then to her lips, chin, collarbone, and all the way down...

After making love, Yan Muyun was so tired that she couldn't even lift her fingertips.

Where was the promised initiative? The bastard man was too good, and it was rare for her to be able to live passively.

If you want to live a good life, you have to reconcile with yourself at all times and places. Let's just leave it at that for now, and I'll get back at you next time.

At that time in Jinyu Garden, four maids woke Yan Muxi up at the same time.

"The matchmaker has already entered the second door. Miss really can't sleep anymore!" Dong Yu hurriedly pulled her away.

"I'm sleepy, weak, and have a headache. It's not even dawn yet... Let me sleep a little longer, just a little while..." Yan Muxi closed her eyes and acted coquettishly.

Yin Xia retreated to advance, "That's fine, Miss, go to sleep, and I'll ask the son-in-law to come to the room to pick you up later."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Muxi opened his eyes and climbed up from the bed. "I'm not that sleepy, actually. Help me get dressed!"

Jin Chun brought over a small bowl of medicine soup, "Miss, drink the hangover medicine first, and your head won't hurt so much after you drink it."

Yan Muxi took the medicine bowl and drank it in one go. Seeing Jin Chun handing her another candied fruit, she waved her hand to refuse, "No, it's bitter in the mouth to wake up the brain."

She would be entering the palace in the afternoon, so she had to keep her mind clear from now on.

After taking a flower petal bath, every part of Yan Muxi's body was carefully smeared with perfumed ointment. Her delicate skin like mutton-fat jade exuded a faint fragrance, and the four female maids all looked at her with drooling mouths.

"Oh~" Yinxia suddenly heard a very slight sigh and thought it was an illusion. When Grandma Xi started to wash the young lady's face, she heard another sigh. Turning around, she saw that it was Jinchun who was sighing.

Jin Chun has always been a talkative person and she always keeps things to herself. Yin Xia thought that she was in trouble and pulled her under the eaves to question her.

After some inquiries, he found out that Jin Chun sighed not because of himself, but because of his young lady's health.

"…What should we do? The young lady is getting married today, we can't..." Yinxia was anxious.

Jin Chun said helplessly: "There is nothing we can do about this. I just hope that the son-in-law can have some pity on the young lady and not hurt her too badly."

After saying that, they both sighed again.

By the time Yan Muxi finished dressing up and put on her heavy wedding dress, it was already noon. She had been busy for over an hour and couldn't help feeling hungry.

Yinxia came in with a plate of freshly made cakes, "Miss, please have some steamed cakes. You won't be able to eat anything after you are covered with the veil."

With a hangover and an upset stomach, Yan Muxi just wanted to eat hot food with soup. "I don't want to eat this. I want to eat fresh meat wontons."

Yin Xia shook her head and refused, "No, today is a special day, Miss can't eat food with a lot of soup."

With no choice, Yan Muxi could only swallow a piece of cake. Her throat felt a little sore, and she couldn't eat any more after eating only a small piece.

It was very lively outside. From time to time, a little maid would come in to report what was happening in the front yard, such as when the son-in-law came in, who was in the wedding procession, which young man had drunk wine with the son-in-law, etc.

Yan Muxi was a little nervous at first, but after listening for a long time, he felt sleepy and dozed off with his head down.

The headdress on her forehead was a bit heavy, and just when Yan Muxi's neck was about to feel sore, there was finally a loud noise outside the door.

The noisy footsteps came from far away, and Yan Muxi could only see shoes of different sizes and colors.

"Sister Xi, remember to get along well with your husband after you get to the palace, and be filial to your elders. Don't act willful and naughty like you did when you were in the boudoir." It was Su who spoke. There was no joy or sadness in her voice, just gentle instructions.

"Okay, my daughter will follow my mother's teachings." Yan Muxi agreed obediently.

"Sister Xi, don't let yourself be wronged. If you really can't bear the injustice, just send someone to take a message back home." Qian Manman's voice was choked with sobs and she almost cried out.

"Don't worry, mother. No one will let my daughter suffer any injustice. Now that my daughter has left home, you have to take good care of yourself. You should think twice before doing anything." Yan Muxi couldn't help but choking up in her throat as she spoke.

Because of her soft heart, she had always wanted to escape from here, but when the day finally came, she felt a little reluctant to leave.

The fifth young master was young and his body had not yet fully grown, so the fourth young master, Yan Honglin, carried Yan Muxi to the bridal sedan.

The sixteen-year-old boy's shoulders were a little thin, but fortunately Yan Honglin had the experience of carrying his sister to a wedding, so his steps were relatively steady.

Accompanied by the noisy sounds of gongs, drums and firecrackers, Yan Muxi stepped on the rice bag and was supported by the matchmaker to step into the sedan chair, bidding farewell to the Yan Mansion where she had been imprisoned for three years.