Reincarnation: My Possessive Beast Husband Chapter 393: 394: The Marriage of the Two Children Was Settl

Chapter 393: Chapter 394: The Marriage of the Two Children Was Settled Just Like That

They’re all nas that harbor deep anings, hoping for a smooth sailing career.

He Manzhi’s son was two years older than Qiu Ruyue, a boy with a refined appearance who practiced his calligraphy well, much to the satisfaction of Qiu Dezhi.

After several gatherings, the marriage between the two children was thus settled.

When Qiu Ruyue turned fifteen years old, she was to marry He Jingran.

Ti flew by, and in the blink of an eye, Qiu Ruyue was fourteen.

Her coming-of-age ceremony was approaching quickly, and while her family was busy preparing for the wedding, an accident occurred.

On that day, with a gentle breeze and beautiful sunshine, Qiu Ruyue went with her maid to stroll through the annual temple fair.

The temple to the south of the city was bustling with excitent, crowded with people, and the nurous acrobatic performances made it even more overcrowded.

Seeing such a scene, Qiu Ruyue, who preferred quiet, felt a bit intimidated and tugged at her maid’s sleeve, saying,

“Qiu Lan, let’s go back. There are too many people here; we can’t see anything.”

The Qiu family’s maid, Qiu Lan, was three years older than Qiu Ruyue and at an age where she loved such lively scenes, hoping to encounter romantic poets.

She didn’t want to go back yet. She wanted to look around and said to Qiu Ruyue,

“Miss, we just arrived and now you want to go back—that’s not worth it. Why don’t we stay a while longer, see if there’s anything interesting, and then play for a bit before returning? Besides, it’s hard for you to get out usually. You should seize the opportunity.”

Qiu Ruyue frowned slightly, hesitating, “But there are really too many people here. It’s not fun at all.”

“Ah, Miss, stay a little longer. Look, that acrobat is performing so well.

And over there, they’re selling things that are hard to find usually—like blessed Buddha Beads from the temple, combs made by Monks themselves, and incense beads crafted from Buddha Beads.

Oh, and bamboo fans, I saw them; they are so beautiful!”

Qiu Ruyue was speechless and furrowed her brows—why would Monks bother making combs?

It seed they just wanted to sell them to the pilgrims to make so money.

“Miss, quickly look over there!” Qiu Lan suddenly exclaid, pulling her sleeve and pointing to a group of people not far away.

“How majestic! Miss, that gentleman riding at the front on the black horse, is the future City Lord, Xuanyuan Bei.”