Chapter 1: When Both the Bride and Groom Are Pretenders

September 22nd, an auspicious day for marriage.

Xu Qi sat inside the bridal sedan chair, adorned in a phoenix coronet and embroidered veil, swaying gently. The corner of her red veil was lifted slightly as she listened intently to the sound of footsteps treading on the muddy ground after the rain.

Yet the lively commotion on the canal in the distance drowned out all other sounds.

“Miss, soon we will board the wedding boat. Please hold steady,” a voice whispered.

Xu Qi clenched a small hidden crossbow tucked in her sleeve. Her face betrayed none of the bashfulness or joy expected of a newlywed.

Boarding the sedan chair onto the boat was no simple matter, especially on such slippery, rain-soaked paths.

The jolting was fierce, and Xu Qi had to steady her heavy headdress with both hands to prevent it from falling and causing embarrassment.

Suddenly, one of the sedan bearers slipped, leaving only three out of four, and the chair tilted sharply to one side.

“Ah!”

Her head struck the side of the sedan, pain flashing through her, and she was about to tumble out of the door.

Could she really be so unlucky?

Closing her eyes, she braced for the fall.

Suddenly, a large hand reached through the curtain and caught her shoulder with unerring precision, pushing her back into her seat.

The hand was strong and thick-fingered, then it withdrew swiftly.

In that brief moment, Xu Qi caught sight of the mottled scars on the back of that hand—skin burned repeatedly as if scalded in boiling water, peeling layer after layer until it became rough and tough like tortoise shell.

“Oh dear, sir, you mustn’t be so hasty; this isn’t proper,” the matchmaker outside hurriedly protested.

The response was a low, hoarse voice, trying to sound affable. “Apologies, I, Bai, was momentarily overwhelmed and rude.”

“Sir?” No, something was wrong.

Xu Qi’s brow furrowed sharply.

The second young master of the Bai family, who was supposed to be the groom, was renowned as a bookish scholar—an academic, through and through. How could such a man’s hands be covered in rough calluses and scars?

This person was not the groom.

There was no doubt about it...

She had finally caught the trap—the villain who had abducted her closest friend three days ago!

She had risked her own purity and safety, impersonated her friend, convinced her family, and insisted on boarding the bridal sedan to lure the snake out from its hiding place.

The villains had abducted someone, yet the wedding proceeded as planned; surely the scoundrel would be curious about the bride’s identity and come to investigate.

This was Xu Qi’s only chance.

This villain was even craftier than she imagined—bold enough to impersonate the groom.

Where, then, was the real second young master Bai?

Xu Qi had no time to ponder further. She quietly unfolded the small crossbow in her sleeve, gripping it tighter, the poisoned bolt ready to fire at a moment’s notice.

“Thud.”

The sedan chair, already settled, suddenly jolted again.

Sweat soaked her palms, nearly dropping the crossbow and blowing her cover.

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