"No Wedding Unless Enemies and Lovers" 《不是冤家不拜堂》Chapter 1

Dong Qi mansion (Prince's mansion), large red lanterns and silks hung high, displaying the jubilation in the residence. 

With a different mood from the celebrations, a young maid holding a lantern hurriedly walked into the residence's courtyard, asking everyone she came across, "Have you seen the princess?"

All the answers she got was the same: "No."

That maid hearing this was not discouraged, she continued on looking...

The night was dark and the winds high, a pair of muddy hands slowly climbed up towards the mouth of the well, after a while, the figure in black with moss on their head laid beside the well, breathing in deeply.

There was a acute pain in her head, it hurt so much she wanted to curse. She stood up swaying, staggering she walked forward, rubbing her head from time to time, then shook her head.

The front courtyard was a scene of jubilation as people drank livelily, no guards were patrolling the back courtyard, thus no one stopped her as she stumbled and floated to the doorway of the newly weds room.

A red `joy` character hung on the decoratively carved door frame, the candle light came through the edges of the window making her face look ghostly pale.

A pair of round lipid eyes were vacant, she scratched her head, she couldn't help take a cold breath in, picking the moss from her head she threw it on the ground.

A low delicate laughter of a woman came from the room: "Prince, tonight is our bridal night, this imperial concubine really likes you, you...do you like?"

The man did not reply, he lifted half of his body up, looking at the lustful woman in his arms, seeing her pair of eyes which were bleary with desire and her rosy cheeks, he blew out a breath, yet softly laughed. 

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His voice was like a cold breeze in the woman's ears, such a charming and sexy laugh.

The woman puckered up her lips, her voice containing some dissatisfaction and feigned shyness, "Chen...why aren't you speaking?"

The man laughed easily, eyes moving around, that laugh fitted with the scene on the bed, his tender and magnetic voice spoke: "You are very beautiful tonight, I just want to take a closer look at you..."

The woman used a finger to lightly stoke the man's cheek, adoringly saying: "Prince, you're looking at me so intensely, I won't be able to endure it!"

The figure eavesdropping at the doorway seemed to have turned numb from her words, shivering from the embarrassment of it, the door she was against suddenly let out a creak.

That sound cut through the ambiguous atmosphere in the room, in a flash the figure against the door, rolled into the room helplessly...

Damn it, why wasn't the door locked, she was only leaning against it to listen, how did she end up falling in?

The room was dead quiet, then came the sharp screech of a woman, and a man's magnetic and somewhat displeased shout resounded in the air: "Who is it? Someone come, there's an assassin!"

She quickly rolled over on the floor rushing to wave her hands saying: "I'm not an assassin, not an assassin, it's a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!"

Ji Yu Qing hurriedly covered up her body with the quilt, but she couldn't help stick her head out to look at the unlucky spirit which had rolled into the room out of curiosity, it wasn't likely to be an assassin, where would there be such a stupid assassin, they couldn't even hide themselves well?

This person was covered in dirt, her pale face was covered by her messy seaweed like hair, only her bright black eyes were seen, looking very much like a monster.

Xiao Ji Chen already rose drawing out the sword from it's wooden stand at the side of the bed, the silvery light cut through the air aiming at the person on the floor.

Ji Yu Qing who sat on the bed looking deathly pale shrieked: "Prince, tonight is our celebratory day, it's not appropriate for bloodshed!"

She didn't want this wonderful night, this beautiful scene to see a terrible bloody image, she would have nightmares, these words seemed to remind Xiao Yi Chen, he retracted his hand, resting the sword on that person's shoulder, forcing that person to raise their head. 

The person held at sword point slowly raised her head, an intelligent pair of eyes eyed the man in his red wedding suit up and down, soon after she turned to the pale Ji Yu Qing wrapped with a quilt on the bed, the chaotic scene on her mind slowly became clear.

A number of images flashed through her mind like it was on rewind, she recognised the two people in front of her, her younger sister Ji Yu Qing and her husband Xiao Yi Qing.