Becoming a Saint From the Iron Armor Skill
Chapter 492 - 244: Jealous RivalryChapter 492: Chapter 244: Jealous Rivalry
"Tsk tsk, Senior Sister Qingyao, Senior Sister Qingshuang, all dressed up like this, you look even more gentle and beautiful than usual. You’re both such lovely brides!"
Mu Xiaowan said with a beaming smile, having just finished helping them with their makeup.
Shen Qingyao and Shen Qingshuang looked at themselves in the bronze mirror, delighted with what they saw. Even Shen Qingshuang, who was usually so cold and aloof, had a rosy blush on her cheeks and a shy glimmer in her beautiful eyes, giving her a bashful appearance.
"Xiaowan, you should get more dressed up too."
Shen Qingyao said, admiring her reflection. She was quite satisfied with her makeup. Looking over at Mu Xiaowan, she added,
Mu Xiaowan, who only wore light makeup, smiled and said, "I already had my wedding ceremony with Brother Cheng, so I don’t need to dress up too much."
"That won’t do. You’re the First Madam of the Chens’. You should dress the part."
Shen Qingyao said pointedly.
Shen Qingshuang also stared intently at Mu Xiaowan and said, "Xiaowan, once we marry into the Chen Family, we’ll have to call you ’Elder Sister.’"
’She clearly remembered Chen Cheng saying that if he were to marry again, it would only be to take them as concubines.’
’Before, she had never imagined marrying Chen Cheng, so she hadn’t given it much thought.’
’But now that she was about to marry into the Chen Family, the matter of status had to be taken seriously.’
Mu Xiaowan was sharp-witted and immediately saw what Shen Qingyao and Shen Qingshuang were thinking.
She smiled and said, "Senior Sister Qingyao, Senior Sister Qingshuang, we’re all family now. Why are you suddenly being so formal?
"From now on, let’s just address each other as we always have."
Shen Qingyao shook her head slightly. "That won’t do. We were close friends before, so of course we could be casual.
"But now that we’re a family, there must be rules.
"Otherwise, when we have children, how will they address everyone?"
"Ah..." That was a point Mu Xiaowan hadn’t considered, and she was taken aback for a moment.
Shen Qingyao continued, "In my Shen Family, there’s a distinction between the principal wife and concubines. My mother was the first to marry into the family, so she is the principal wife.
"My other mothers are all concubines."
"How could we do that?" Mu Xiaowan shook her head repeatedly. "How could I bear to see you two sisters become concubines? Brother Cheng would never think of that either."
Shen Qingyao sighed softly. "Alas... Junior Brother Chen only knows about Cultivating Martial Dao. He never makes things clear, so who knows what he’s actually thinking?"
After a moment of thought, Mu Xiaowan suddenly said, "Didn’t Mr. Zheng marry six madams? As Mr. Zheng’s True Disciple, Brother Cheng probably thinks the same way his master does.
"All three of us will be principal wives."
Shen Qingyao’s beautiful eyes lit up. "Maybe Junior Brother Chen really does think that way."
Shen Qingshuang chimed in, "Even though our master married six madams, they are still ranked by seniority."
"Oh, right!" Mu Xiaowan found herself in a pickle and muttered, "My master’s wife is the First Madam, and then there’s a Second Madam, Third, Fourth, all the way to the Sixth Madam.
"If the three of us are going to be ranked like that, I’m not sure what the best way would be."
"Isn’t that simple?" Shen Qingyao said with a gentle smile. "Xiaowan, you’re the First Madam. I’ll be the Second Madam, and Qingshuang will be the Third Madam."
Before Mu Xiaowan could even speak, Shen Qingshuang objected. Her delicate brows furrowed. "I have no objection to Xiaowan being the First Madam, but Shen Qingyao, how can you be the Second?
"I met Junior Brother Chen before you did, so naturally, I should be the Second Madam."
Shen Qingyao retorted, "I’m the elder sister, so of course I outrank you!"
"You were born just a few breaths before me! What kind of elder sister does that make you?" Shen Qingshuang shot back.
Shen Qingyao refused to yield an inch. "Even one breath earlier still makes me the elder sister."
...
Outside the room, Shen Qingyao’s handmaiden, Liu Ruolan, and Shen Qingshuang’s handmaiden, Su Zhiqing, had been standing together.
But upon hearing their respective mistresses arguing, a sudden hostility flared between them, and they each moved to opposite sides.
As handmaidens, they didn’t dare to argue aloud, but they were now glaring at each other in a silent showdown.
Both were part of their mistresses’ dowries and would follow them to live in the Chen Family household.
Their concern for status was, if anything, even greater than that of the Shen sisters themselves.
Naturally, neither was willing to accept a lesser position!
In the courtyard, Qin Ruanan and Luo Chengfeng sat at a stone table, eating wedding candy, cracking melon seeds, and making idle chitchat. When they heard the commotion from inside the room, they stopped.
Qin Ruanan was the eldest daughter of the Qin Family’s main line. Busy with Cultivating Martial Dao, she was still unmarried at twenty years old.
She was tall, with a striking beauty.
She had ostensibly come with her brother, Qin Ruiyang, to offer congratulations to Chen Cheng, but in reality, the Qin Family hoped to arrange for her to get close to him.
With the hope that she would one day become his concubine.
As for Luo Chengfeng, she was nineteen, and her looks, figure, and disposition were all of the highest caliber.
She, too, had been sent by the Luo Family to get acquainted with Chen Cheng.
"Miss Qin, it is a joyous day. Why are the two Miss Shens arguing?" Luo Chengfeng asked, glancing toward the main residence.
Qin Ruanan curled her lip with a mischievous look. "They’re fighting over him, of course!"
"Oh..." Luo Chengfeng murmured, then sighed softly. "Lord Chen is a True Dragon among men. It would be a blessing for any young lady to marry him.
"But a great man like Lord Chen will likely take many more wives and concubines in the future. Marrying him means facing this kind of jealousy every day, with no peace and quiet to be found.
"I’d rather marry into a family with fewer wives and concubines."
Qin Ruanan looked as though she’d found a kindred spirit. "Miss Luo, I feel the exact same way," she said with a serious expression. "I wouldn’t want a husband with too many wives and concubines either.
"To be honest, I wouldn’t even be here if my family’s elders hadn’t forced me to come.
"Lord Chen is certainly a True Dragon among men, but it’s not like he’d ever fall in love with me. Even if I married him as part of a family alliance, what would be the point?"
"Exactly, exactly! I feel the same way. If I, Luo Chengfeng, am to marry, it must be to someone I truly love," Luo Chengfeng agreed, nodding repeatedly.
...
Chen Cheng was still in the backyard of Mr. Zheng’s main residence, Cultivating Martial Dao, completely unaware that in his own home, the old saying "three women make a drama" was coming true, heralding a season of turmoil.
After cultivating for more than an hour, Chen Cheng finally came out to welcome his guests.
The wedding was a grand affair, with a great many guests.
Even Xia Lingfeng, the Director of the Demon Suppression Department, had personally come to preside over the ceremony for Chen Cheng.
This undoubtedly lent an air of prestige to Chen Cheng’s wedding, earning him the admiration of the many guests.
Of course, Chen Cheng himself had no intention of currying favor with the rich and powerful; his guests were all people with whom he shared a deep bond.
His colleagues from the Ruyi Square Sub-Department alone filled two or three tables.
Figures like Liu Yunfeng, Mr. Mu, Liao San, and Mu Song were all received with great enthusiasm.
After the ceremony, he immediately began hosting the guests at the wedding banquet.
It wasn’t until the sky began to darken that Chen Cheng finally saw off the last of his guests and returned, slightly tipsy, to his True Disciple’s residence.
Out of habit, Chen Cheng returned to the Cyan Dragon Courtyard. The moment he walked through the door, he pulled Mu Xiaowan into his arms.
The woman in his arms felt like jade. He took a light sniff of her familiar, elegant fragrance and was about to savor her for a moment when Mu Xiaowan chided him gently, "Brother Cheng, you married Senior Sister Qingyao and Senior Sister Qingshuang today. You should be going to sleep with them."
Chen Cheng’s hands began to roam out of habit, but his mind was in a bind. He planted a soft kiss on Mu Xiaowan’s delicate forehead and asked:
"Then you tell me, should I sleep with Senior Sister Qingyao tonight, or with Senior Sister Qingshuang?"
Mu Xiaowan giggled, snuggling closer into his embrace. She tilted her head up, blinking her beautiful eyes playfully as she said:
"Shouldn’t I be asking you that, Brother Cheng? Where do you want to sleep?"
Chen Cheng froze. ’I’m completely paralyzed by the choice!’
’He had no experience in this area and had never really thought about it before.’
’Now that the moment was actually here, he had to give it some serious thought.’
’He could do what his master, Mr. Zheng, did: spend one day with each of his six madams, leaving one day free for himself. It seemed like a good plan.’
’But that didn’t feel quite right. At least, from what Chen Cheng had seen, Mr. Zheng’s six madams didn’t get along all that well and rarely interacted with one another.’
’If that went on for too long, the family would probably split into factions, leading to endless strife!’
’Wouldn’t that make me no different from an ancient emperor? None of those emperors lived long, probably because they worried themselves to death from mental exhaustion!’
’For me, worrying about such worldly affairs every day is out of the question. It would interfere with my Cultivation of the Martial Dao, and that’s absolutely unacceptable!’
"So where should I go sleep?"
Unable to come up with an answer, Chen Cheng decided to stop thinking about it altogether and tossed the problem back to Mu Xiaowan.
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