Eine eisige Aura

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Pang Wan was taken aback, then gave a playful smile: "This sentence cannot be used to offset interest."

Nan Yi twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

After sitting quietly in the room for a while, Pang Wan finally couldn't help but ask, "Senior brother, how confident are you that day?"

"...90%"

A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the Southern Barbarians.

Author's Note: What to do? Brother Nanyi and Sister Wanwan are getting married~~~

In addition, the full text of "Your Majesty" has been submitted and will be published around October this year. You won't have to wait long, I'm fast this time.

During this period, the online updates will not be interrupted; I will still maintain weekly updates, and may include one or two extra chapters in between.

PS: The full essentials and explanations of the titles are all at the end, so be sure to read them! You all know that what I love most when writing a book is adding the finishing touch at the end, hehehe.

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big day

Seven days later, at Mount Chuyun.

The red tents covering the mountains and fields proclaimed the joyous celebration of the Moon Worship Cult, and everywhere there was a lively scene of gongs and drums.

The bride, who should have been sitting gracefully in her boudoir, was now dressed in a red robe, guarding a woman who was unconscious.

"Aunt Rong, when will you open your eyes?"

She touched the woman's pale face, her eyes glistening with tears.

"Wanwan is getting married soon. If you don't get up now, you won't see me in my wedding dress."

The woman remained motionless.

"Don't you want to know who Wanwan married?" She pressed her face against the woman's bloodless cheek, a hot tear sliding down her cheek. "Open your eyes and look at me."

"Holy Maiden, don't miss the auspicious time and keep the young master waiting." The maid was afraid that she would cry and ruin her makeup, so she quickly stepped forward to dissuade her.

Pang Wan shed two more tears with reluctance before nodding and sitting up straight.

The maid wiped away her tears with a silk handkerchief, applied some more powder, and quickly helped her out.

The moment of selection has finally arrived.

Although the bride and groom had grown up together since childhood and lived only a short distance apart, the bridal sedan chair ceremony was absolutely essential. The cult leader specially arranged for the bride to ride in an eight-bearer sedan chair, accompanied by music and festivities, around the mountain, collecting countless flowers, peanuts, longans, and red dates from the cult members before finally being escorted to the main hall.

The handsome groom, adorned in red and flowers, stood at the door to greet the bride, followed by seven pairs of boys and girls holding red candles. When the auspicious hour arrived, firecrackers and drums sounded, and a roaring brazier was lit at the door.

The groom stood proudly in front of the hall, raised his bow and fired three arrows at the top of the sedan chair door as a gesture to drive away evil spirits.

The sedan chair bearers tilted the sedan chair forward, and the bride, wearing a bright red veil, stepped over the brazier under the guidance of the matchmaker, and was helped onto the red carpet in the wedding hall, where she and the groom stood facing the wedding scroll.

The dragon and phoenix candles are lit, the heart-shaped incense burns, and auspicious air fills the air. The master of ceremonies uses red and green silk ribbons to tie the two together, which is called "a red and green silk thread tying them together".

As the drums and music began, the resounding voice of the hands clapping rang out, "First bow to heaven and earth—"

The bride and groom knelt facing the wedding scroll.

"Second bow to the parents—"

The bride and groom knelt before Zuo Huai'an, who was sitting upright in a grand chair, his mouth agape in a wide smile.

"Husband and wife bowing to each other—"

The bride and groom turned around to face upwards.

Surprisingly, neither of them immediately bowed; instead, they both paused as if waiting for something.

"Wait!" A shrill cry rang out from the main hall.

The bride breathed a sigh of relief, disregarding all formalities, and lifted her veil to reveal her pretty face.

A strange woman dressed in plain white stood at the entrance of the main hall, her beautiful face showing a dejected expression.

"Xiao Yi, how could you marry her? How could you?" She was as withered as a tree, her fingernails scratching deep marks on the wooden door, her eyes filled with resentment as she looked at Nan Yi. "You clearly promised that you would only marry one wife in your life!"

Pang Wan was immediately dumbfounded.

Judging from her tone, it's as if the old flame of the Southern Barbarians has come knocking on the door, but the Southern Barbarians clearly only liked one girl named Mei Wu before! Although this woman in white is beautiful, her appearance is obviously far inferior to Mei Wu's. How could she be the fairy-like girl on the mountain peak that day?

Pang Wan subconsciously looked at Nan Yi, only to see that his face seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice, and he couldn't see his true expression at all.

"Where did this woman come from, causing trouble!" Before Zuo Huai'an could speak, Shi Jueming had already struck the woman with a palm. A white light flashed, and the woman had already taken to the air to avoid it.

Seeing that his first attack missed, Shi Jueming quickly launched several more attacks.

"Xiao Yi! How could you just stand by and watch someone hurt me?!" the woman cried out as she dodged, heartbroken. "Xiao Yi! Xiao Yi!"

The crisp, clear words "Xiao Yi" are filled with boundless sorrow, enough to break one's heart.

"Stop." The Southern Barbarians finally spoke.

The man on the Ming Dynasty's grand chair glanced at Shi Jueming, then silently withdrew.

“You are not dead.” Nan Yi stared at the woman in white and said in a deep voice.

His voice was steady, revealing no trace of joy or sorrow, but Pang Wan felt that his calmness was nothing more than a mask.