Chu Yunyao's face, smeared with black medicine, was exposed to them. The butler was so frightened that the handkerchief in his hand fell.
Although he had heard from Duan Changyu that the bride was so ugly that he could not bear to look at her, he was still embarrassed.
But now, seeing her face, the butler felt extremely sorry for his Young Marshal.
All people admired Mo Lingyuan for his alluring good looks and undeniable aura of power. He embodied all the desirable qualities that men worldwide aspired to possess.
He had been tricked by Chu Qingze who sent such an ugly woman over.
She lacked a desirable figure, attractive looks, financial wealth, and the support of a family.
The butler, who had watched Mo Lingyuan grow up, stared at Chu Yunyao's ugly face and felt sad. Tears streamed down his face, and his legs went weak. He knelt on the ground and said sadly, "Young Marshal, the president has made you suffer so much for peace in the North. This is too much."
Facing such an ugly bride, not only did the young marshal not shoot her to death on the spot, but he even spent the night with her on the same bed. How could he do that?
Even if they shared an intimate night, catching a glimpse of the bride's appearance in broad daylight would likely make him feel queasy.
Going to the brothel to find a whore was better than spending the night with her.
Chu Yunyao felt depressed. She could not be bothered to pick up the handkerchief on the ground. She raised her hand and pointed at the man in front of her. She lowered her head and looked at the butler, "What did you call him just now? Did I hear it right?"
Mo Lingyuan stared at the blackface and narrowed his eyes, "You are right."
Chu Yunyao quickly raised her hand to cover her face. Her big eyes, covered by her sleeves, rolled around as her mind spun rapidly.
Didn't they say that the Marshal was a bald, buck teeth, five-foot-tall, and two-hundred-pound ugly man? How could he be so handsome?
As expected, the rumors were all lies and could not be trusted.
Chu Yunyao pinched her throat and said, "Young Marshal, I didn't expect it to be you. What a surprising coincidence. Hehe, I won't disturb you now. I'll go back to my chamber first."
As she finished her words, she prepared to run away.
Bang! The bullet exploded beside her foot.
Chu Yunyao suddenly retracted her foot and quickly took a few steps back. She leaned against the closet, turned around, and stared fixedly at the man holding the pistol. She was frightened.
The butler was so frightened that he rolled on the ground several times and hid under the table.
Mo Lingyuan noticed the killing intent in Chu Yunyao's eyes.
His body moved like a shadow, and before Chu Yunyao could react, the man was already standing before her. The gun's muzzle was pressed against her throat, and he lifted her chin, exposing her ugly face covered in medicine. He held her thin and slender shoulders with his large hand and slowly rubbed them. He asked in a low voice, "Are you scared?"
Chu Yunyao's eyes flashed as she timidly said, "I'm afraid."
"Stay in your chamber, and don't run around without my permission." Mo Lingyuan's fingers suddenly tightened.
Chu Yunyao felt as though he was about to crush the bones in her shoulders. She gritted her teeth and nodded.
"Get out of here!" Mo Lingyuan loosened his fingers.
Chu Yunyao took a step back and ran out of the door like a breeze, quickly disappearing from the sight of the guards at the door.
The butler wiped away the cold sweat and crawled from under the table. "Young Marshal, why did you scare Young Madam? She's still young. What if something happens to her."
"Scared?" Mo Lingyuan sneered, "Did you see she was frightened? Chu Qingze actually gave me a little fox. Watch how I skin her alive."