Ming Dynasty: Empress Ma and I swapped clothes!

Chapter 79 The Home of Su Qing'er and Sun Miaoran

The procedures set by the Ministry of Rites were extremely complicated and took most of the day to complete.

Ma Wenxiang was already exhausted.

At this moment, his eyes were red, and his face no longer showed any of the dignified demeanor that an empress should have. He looked exactly like an exhausted peasant boy, full of rascal-like behavior.

He climbed into the carriage.

He slumped onto the cushion, weakly calling out to Su Qing'er and Sun Miaoran, "Good sister, good younger sister, good wife, quickly give me some water. I'm exhausted, I really can't hold on much longer..."

His limp, muddy appearance was far removed from the status of an empress; he seemed more like a bold and uncouth peasant woman.

Su Qing'er was always sharp-tongued but kind-hearted. She was quick with her words but fast with her hands, wringing out a handkerchief and handing it over, not forgetting to complain, "You're getting off easy. We're not even married yet, and you're already ordering us around like this."

"It's really beautiful."

Ma Wenxiang happily accepted it, then turned to Sun Miaoran with a look of enjoyment: "Sister Miaoran is the best too."

In this short moment.

He was waited on hand and foot, and when he was tired, someone would massage his shoulders and legs. He was living a life of extreme comfort.

Sun Miaoran said gently, "Your Majesty has worked hard; it must have been difficult for you to stay up all day."

Ma Wenxiang nodded with a smile, his heart already bursting with joy.

Seeing this, Su Qing'er suddenly leaned closer and asked, "Then, between me and Sister Miaoran, who is better?"

In the past, Ma Wenxiang would have coaxed her nicely, but at this moment he was so exhausted that he was panting with his mouth open and could not say anything more, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb.

I rested for a while.

He realized the carriage had traveled quite a distance and quickly changed the subject: "Are we still outside the capital?"

Su Qing'er knew he was changing the subject, but she didn't press him further and replied calmly, "It's time to return to the capital."

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She flashed her two little tiger teeth and teased, "What, Your Highness, are you planning to take a stroll around the capital?"

"Is that not allowed?"

Ma Wenxiang raised an eyebrow, then looked at the two of them, his tone seductive, "Now that I am an empress and have left the palace, don't you want to go out and see the world?"

Have you not visited your parents' home to see your family in a long time?

Why don't we go back and take a look? I can also pay my respects to my future in-laws.

Su Qing'er blushed at his words and glared at him in embarrassment and annoyance; Sun Miaoran covered her mouth and chuckled secretly, her eyes showing more approval as she looked at Ma Wenxiang.

In her opinion, even if her future husband occasionally resorted to clever tricks, he had a very good heart.

Su Qing'er was clearly tempted, but she couldn't make up her mind, so she finally turned to Sun Miaoran for help.

The two sisters had been together for many years, and Sun Miaoran had always been more opinionated and made the decisions on most matters, big and small. This was why she was able to become the principal wife, while Su Qing'er was a concubine.

This is not because Ma Wenxiang is biased, but because their personalities have long destined them to have this way of getting along.

Sun Miaoran pondered for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "Alright."

"We haven't been home for a long time, so it's good to go back and visit, so our family won't worry. But we have to go quietly to avoid causing any unnecessary trouble."

Upon hearing this, Ma Wenxiang immediately perked up, his fatigue largely dissipating. He quickly nodded, "I'll listen to Sister Miaoran. Let's go and come back quickly, and we definitely won't cause any trouble."

Seeing that Sun Miaoran had agreed, Su Qing'er no longer hesitated and quickly began packing her simple luggage.

The carriage quietly changed direction and headed towards the streets where the Su and Sun families lived. The atmosphere inside the carriage became more relaxed due to this unexpected travel plan.

Some people are suited to be concubines, some are suited to be wives, some are suited to be housekeepers, and some are suited to be good wives and mothers.

Even women have their own unique talents.

"That depends on Your Highness! What if His Highness the Crown Prince or His Majesty blames us in the future?"

Without saying a word, Sun Miaoran shifted the blame onto Ma Wenxiang again.

Without hesitation, Ma Wenxiang replied, "Anyway, at worst I'll just plead with the Empress. It's not like I'm doing anything wrong."

Ma Wenxiang's answer completely won over the hearts of the two girls.

"No need, no need to go back. Even if Her Majesty protects you, you still can't overstep your bounds too much, and acting first and reporting later is absolutely unacceptable."

At this moment, Su Qing'er suddenly took charge.

She was hesitant when making her own decisions, but when it came to dissuading others, she had a few tricks up her sleeve.

Sun Miaoran smiled as well, and at this moment gave her answer: "Indeed, it's not necessary."

"After all, I had just gone home to see my family a month or two ago, and now I'm meeting my future father-in-law and other elders. It's a bit too much of an rush."

"If you truly intend to marry me and Qing'er, then Lord Ma should at least provide a grand wedding procession, complete with a phoenix coronet and embroidered robes."

"Is Your Majesty right?"

Sun Miaoran quietly changed the subject, and Su Qing'er squinted her eyes and immediately nodded with a smile.

However, if Ma Wenxiang wants to transform from a farm boy into the "Master Ma" that the two women refer to him, he undoubtedly still has a long way to go.

Moreover, he is still quite young, so he's not in a hurry.

Ma Wenxiang was not that kind of autocratic person.

Since both women had spoken, he nodded slightly in response.

The carriage then continued towards the palace, but by this time, it seemed to be getting late.

The carriage had already arrived at Qingping Lane nearby.

Qingping Lane, however, is a military household alley in the capital. It has always been the most shabby and chaotic place, and under normal circumstances, very few people would dare to provoke it.

But today, whether it was the person who provoked them who was unlucky, or Ma Wenxiang and his group who were unlucky, as soon as the carriage turned around, a series of roars suddenly came from the streets and alleys.

"What? Just because you have someone in your family in this palace, you think you can act with impunity? You don't even pay your taxes? This is the law of the Great Ming Dynasty."

"What, your family members don't abide by the law?"

"Sir, it's just that we've already paid our taxes several times before, and this is the fourth time. We simply don't have any extra money left at home."

"If all else fails, sir, please grant us another two or three days. At that time, my wife can talk to the girls at the palace gate to see if we can free up some more to give to you, sir."

Snapped!

A loud slap landed crisply on the old man's face.

The yamen runner in black robes, with a stern face, said menacingly, "What do you mean, 'hand over to me, sir'? You mean, hand it over to the imperial court. The imperial court is about to go to war again. Why are we going to war?"

Isn't it all for you poor commoners? Otherwise, what will our brothers use to fight those Yuan people? Just their fists?