Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
âFirst bow to the heaven and earth.â
âSecond bow to the ancestral hall.â
âThe couple bows to each other.â
âThe ritual is completeâ¦â
After that shout, Su Yingxueâs hand was tightly held by Chu Yihan. Their fingers intertwined, clasping into each otherâs palms.
Su Yingxue was also overwhelmed with emotions.
The upcoming wedding banquet was a period they both had to deal with separately.
Before letting Su Yingxue go to the bridal chamber, Chu Yihan insisted, âCall me.â
âWhat?â Su Yingxue blushed. She pretended to be ignorant. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
âCall me hubby,â Chu Yihanâs voice was as gentle and magnetic as a heavenly melody, stirring hearts.
âNo⦠Iâll call you that when weâre in the bridal chamber!â
âNot now⦠I donât want to call you that in front of so many people!â
âAlright!â
Chu Yihan leaned closer to her. He happily agreed.
Su Yingxue was filled with shyness, although she didnât call out âhubbyâ in front of Chu Yihan, her heart was already shouting it out loud.
âHubby.â
âHubby.â
âHubby.â
âWhat are you doing here?â
Just as Su Yingxue had been deeply moved, Su Miaoyanâs scolding voice interrupted her.
Ahead, Lin Sisi and Su Miaoyan, who had been guiding her, stopped. Su Han, who had been supporting her, also halted.
She could only see that the path seemed to be blocked by someone kneeling on the ground.
She frowned and asked, âSu Han, whatâs going on?â
Su Han gently patted her hand, comforting, âItâs Ye Zhenzhen, donât worry, Iâm here.â
This was the Ninth Princeâs Mansion, even if Ye Zhenzhen, as the daughter of Marquis Changxin, had managed to sneak in, she wouldnât dare to cause trouble. Otherwise, she would be dragging her whole family into doom.
âYe Zhenzhen?â Su Yingxue raised her eyebrows. She was surprised that Ye Zhenzhen hadnât been sent to the nunnery yet and was causing a scene at the Ninth Princeâs Mansion.
In the distance, on the highest attic, two figures stood.
Hong Lian stood beside Wu Dao, her red dress fluttering in the night breeze.
She was full of anger and unwillingness. âPavilion Master, unfortunately, Chu Yihanâs defenses were too tight, we couldnât even get close to Su Yingxue, let alone obtain her blood.â
Wu Dao still draped himself in a black robe, covering himself from head to toe.
His voice carried a hint of bloodthirsty excitement, âWe canât, but someone can.â
Hong Lian was puzzled, âWho?â
She could see from here that Su Yingxue was surrounded by skilled individuals, with Lin Sisi and Saint Ruan among them. Zi Wei had also been covertly vigilant in protecting her. Their people couldnât even get close to Su Yingxue.
âHehe!â
Wu Dao let out a chilling, sinister laugh.
Hong Lian focused and saw a woman blocking Su Yingxueâs path. âCould it be Ye Zhenzhen?â
Even if she got close to Su Yingxue, what could she do?
At that moment, in front of Su Yingxue.
Ye Zhenzhen knelt on the ground, covering her face in tears. âSister Yingxue, my disrespect towards you before and my schemes against Ninth Prince were all my fault! I realized my mistakes now, on your wedding day, I kneel to apologize to you! I hope you can forgive me, sister!â
âForgive you? On what grounds? Werenât you arrogant before, trying to snatch Ninth Princeâs favor from Sister Xue? You even shamelessly claimed that Your Highness liked you! And now you come begging for forgiveness!â Su Miaoyan pouted. She rushed forward and slapped Ye Zhenzhenâs face.
âI was young and ignorant at that time, causing a huge disaster, not only to myself but also to my family. I beg Sister Yingxue not to hold a grudge and give me a chance to start anew!â