Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Chapter 839 The Substitute Bride (1)

When Xiong Bufan opened his eyes again, he saw everything was red, but this time it wasn't blood; instead, there was a red cloth on his head.

Feeling weak and powerless, and with his vision obstructed, Xiong Bufan disliked this situation very much.

She began to reach out, preparing to lift her red veil.

As soon as she raised her hand, she heard someone nervously say, "Miss, it's unlucky for you to lift your veil before the groom arrives on your wedding night. I advise you not to."

Xiong Bufan didn't care what others said and immediately lifted the veil off his face.

"Miss, quickly put the veil back on," said Dongzhi, a young and beautiful maid, as she took the veil from Xiong Bufan's hand, preparing to put it back on his head.

Xiong Bufan: "Is the embroidery on the veil made of gold thread?"

Toshiba: "Yes, yes, but the important thing now is to put the cover on first."

Upon hearing that there was gold, Xiong Bufan immediately hid the veil behind his back. Luckily, he hadn't thrown it away earlier, or the loss would have been much greater.

However, what made Xiong Bufan even happier was yet to come. Although the wedding dress didn't fit properly, all the embroidery on it was made of gold thread, not to mention the gemstones that adorned it.

"Is it on your clothes too?"

Dongzhi, seeing that Xiong Bufan was not covering his head with a veil, said with dissatisfaction, "Yes, please put the veil on quickly."

"No cover."

Xiong Bufan jumped up from the bed and ran quickly to the bronze mirror. She needed to confirm something else.

The crown and hairpins on her head are all gold, which means they are all made of gold, right?

Xiong Bufan's smile grew wider and wider until it almost reached her ears. She had really struck it rich, and it was all free money, like a windfall.

“Miss, if you don’t put your veil on, I’ll go tell Madam.”

Now in a better mood, Xiong Bufan was too lazy to do anything, and just said cheekily, "I'm not covering it up~~ I'm going to tell Madam~~"

Toshiba thought Xiong Bufan had gone mad. This man had gone mad on his wedding night. What was he going to do?

It is foolish for a servant to sympathize with a wealthy master; Toshiba is now more concerned with its own future.

Toshiba softened his tone, "Miss, would you please sit on the bed? If you like gold, you'll have plenty of gold and silver in the future."

Let's keep everyone calm for now and wait for the groom to arrive. We can talk about the rest later.

"Gululu~~"

His stomach growled with hunger, and Xiong Bufan scanned the area for food, but after looking for a while, he only saw nuts on the table.

Toshiba: "Miss, would you like some ginseng water?"

Xiong Bufan plopped down at the table, picked up the food, and began to eat ravenously. Sometimes, feeling that his hands were too small to eat comfortably, he would simply pour the food from the plate into his mouth.

As Toshiba witnessed this scene, everything went black; it seemed she was doomed to die that night.

Xiong Bufan: "Don't just stand there, go find me some more food. These nuts aren't enough to fill me up."

"Stop eating, stop eating! You'll kill us, and you'll kill Master and Madam too! Please go sit on the bed," Dongzhi pleaded, almost in tears, trying to persuade Xiong Bufan.

"Go find me something to eat, or don't blame me for being impolite."

The door creaked open, and three men dressed in black entered, the last of whom was still in a wheelchair. "I'd like to see who's being impolite," one of them said.

Xiong Bufan looked up and said, "Find me something to eat."

Before the man in the wheelchair could speak, the handsome man in front of him, dressed in black and with a ponytail, interrupted, "How dare you! You don't even bow to the Prince!"

You shrewish woman who was forced into a substitute marriage.

These two sentences contained a lot of information, and Xiong Bufan couldn't process it for a moment.

"You're the shrew, your whole family are shrews, I already told you to find me something to eat."

Ziqi glanced at the man in the wheelchair. "Your Highness, this shrew is truly rude."

The War King said, "Throw him into the military camp and make him a military prostitute." Then, as if remembering something, he added, "Slash his face."

"Yes."

After receiving the order, Ziqi drew the short knife from his waist and walked towards Xiong Bufan.

Dongzhi was completely stunned by this scene. She didn't know what to do, so she could only bluff, "Your Highness, my young lady is the legitimate daughter of Vice Minister Wang. Aren't you afraid that the Emperor will blame you for doing this?"

The War King sneered, "Send this one along too, no need to scratch his face."

Toshiba: My life is over

Xiong Bufan had already drawn his sword; she needed to protect herself and fight back. She was just a brat who wanted to eat her fill.

Zixi, standing behind the War King, said, "Your Highness, I knew that old scoundrel surnamed Wang had ill intentions. Now he's sending a substitute bride who's carrying a knife."

"Ah."

Ziqi attacked with a soft sword, and Xiong Bufan quickly defended with his broadsword. It had been a long time since Xiong Bufan had fought with pure cold weapons, and he was still a little unaccustomed to it.

But I hadn't forgotten the tricks I learned before, and they were more than capable of dealing with these three little bastards.

Ziqi hadn't expected Xiong Bufan to be so skilled in martial arts that he could actually suppress him. In order not to be looked down upon by the War King and his colleagues, he had no choice but to use all his skills.

"Your Highness, that old scoundrel has ulterior motives."

War King: "Go help."

"Yes"

Even though Xiong Bufan was highly skilled, it was still quite difficult for him to fight against two opponents.

Xiong Bufan: "A bunch of useless bullies who try to outnumber their opponents."

Zixi: "What exactly is your purpose in coming to the Prince's mansion? Quickly confess, and we might give you a quick death."

Xiong Bufan didn't like hearing that. He used all his strength to cut the soft sword in half, then kicked Zixi in the stomach, leaving a hole in his foot. He almost couldn't pull his foot back.

"So dirty!"

Zixi stared at his stomach in disbelief; his stomach had grown legs.

Xiong Bufan suddenly pulled his foot back, and Zixi was pulled down to the ground.

The War King gripped his wheelchair and started the engine, sending three poison darts flying nimbly.

Xiong Bufan sensed danger and quickly grabbed Ziqi to shield himself. Three poisoned darts pierced Ziqi's body, causing him to groan three times.

Seeing that the War King hadn't reacted yet, Xiong Bufan grabbed Bai Qi and threw him forcefully at the War King.

Ancient wheelchairs had many drawbacks, the most significant being their lack of flexibility.

The War King was unable to dodge in time and was smashed to the ground, his wheelchair falling apart.

The poisoned darts on the wheelchair are all deadly; an ordinary person wouldn't survive a single dart for more than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Ziqi's lips are already turning purple, and he's pressing down hard on Zhan Wang.

Zixi was still alive when he saw this scene. Apart from calling out "Your Highness" a few times, there was nothing else he could do.

Toshiba was also terrified when she first learned that Xiong Bufan had such strong fighting power. She was so frightened that she collapsed to the ground. She wanted to tell her wife about it.

Seeing the mess in the room, Xiong Bufan instinctively began to collect the gold and silver equipment.