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Chapitre 97

"Aunt Rong!" She didn't even bother to wipe away her tears as she rushed towards her, her face beaming with genuine joy. "Aunt Rong, you're awake? You're better? You can walk again?"

However, Aunt Rong's expression was unusually serious, showing no joy whatsoever.

"Holy Maiden, you cannot marry the young master." She grabbed Pang Wan's hand and squeezed it tightly. "You cannot marry him!"

"Rong Gu! How dare you be so presumptuous on this joyous day! The young master and the holy maiden have been childhood sweethearts, this is a match made in heaven, why do you want to obstruct it!" Zuo Huai'an stood up from the armchair, his heroic face filled with fierceness.

Aunt Rong was not flustered, but looked at Nan Yi with a cold face, her tone full of reproach: "Young Master! You know the reason, why did you agree to this marriage?"

The southern barbarian lowered his eyes and remained silent, a hint of pain flashing across his face.

"Young Master, are you really going to just stand by and watch this disgraceful thing happen?!"

Seeing that he didn't answer, Aunt Rong angrily shook off the hand that was resting on the maid, pointed forward with trembling hands, and shouted hoarsely and furiously, "Zuo Nanyi! Have you lost your conscience?! How could you do such a thing as incest between siblings?!"

This remark caused an uproar among everyone present.

Pang Wan was completely stunned.

"Aunt Rong?" She turned to look at her, her face pale with fright. "What did you say? Who is Brother Nanyi to me?"

Aunt Rong glanced at her, and tears gradually welled up in her eyes.

"Holy Maiden, you are the leader's biological daughter! The reason the former Holy Maiden took you with her when she fled was because you were the child she had with the leader in secret. She had no face to face the leader's wife!"

She pulled Pang Wan into her arms, her face full of bitterness and sorrow.

"You and the young master are half-siblings, so this marriage is absolutely forbidden, absolutely forbidden!"

Upon hearing these words, Pang Wan was so engrossed in the floor that she could barely lift her feet.

She looked at Nan Yi in confusion, only to see him close his eyes in pain, as if his most hidden wound had been dug out and exposed to everyone's gaze.

"No, this isn't true." She turned to Zuo Huai'an for help, "Master, tell me, whose child am I?"

Zuo Huai'an sat in a grand master's chair.

His five fingers were already deeply embedded in the armrest, yet his face remained calm and pale.

"Rong Gu, no matter what you say, it's no use. This marriage must take place today. Men, carry Rong Gu away to witness the ceremony."

He gave a casual instruction.

The author has something to say: Everything is predestined, and nothing is up to us.

—I firmly refuse to admit that I am the culprit behind all of this.

the truth

"You're insane!"

Aunt Rong let out a shrill scream as she stared at Zuo Huai'an, her eyes wide with fury.

"You're insane! You can't get your own satisfaction, so you torture two innocent children like this?"

The Southern Barbarians were also surprised when they heard Zuo Huai'an's words.

"You brat! Have you forgotten what you promised me when you went into seclusion?"

Seeing the hesitation on his face, Zuo Huai'an slammed his fist on the table in a fit of anger and embarrassment. "You yourself said that as long as you mastered the Marrow Cleansing Classic, you would take care of your junior sister for the rest of your life, otherwise you would be annihilated and die a terrible death! Are you going to go back on your word now?!"

Pang Wan felt her mind go blank and subconsciously turned to look at Nan Yi.

She was unaware that he had made such a solemn vow during his seclusion.

But then Nan Yi gritted his teeth and knelt down on the red carpet with a thud: "I will never go back on my word!"

"Will you marry this bride today or not?" Zuo Huai'an pressed him with hostility.

Nan Yi closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "As long as my junior sister is willing to marry me, I will marry her!"

"Madmen! Madmen! Your whole family are madmen!" Rong Gu screamed, jumping up and down, her expression frantic with panic. "Knowing it was pornography, you still did it! Don't you have any shame? What kind of monsters are you! You evil cultists..."

She suddenly covered her mouth.

"Hahaha!"

Zuo Huai'an laughed loudly, the gloom between his brows vanishing, as if he had waited for this day for far too long, and now his wish had finally come true.

"Aunt Rong, you've really gone through a lot, hiding for so many years before finally slipping up today! It's truly not easy!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Pang Wan was drawn to his side like an ant.

“My son,” Zuo Huai’an looked at her tenderly, his expression loving, “today your father will let you know what kind of person this Rong Gu you are so attached to is!”

When Pang Wan heard him call her child, she was startled and worried about Rong Gu's situation. Her face turned red with embarrassment.

"Aunt Rong, are you really so sick that you can't get out of bed? How long are you going to keep up this act?"

Zuo Huai'an laughed loudly and waved his hand, and three short knives flew out from his sleeves, heading straight for Rong Gu's face.

With two sharp clanging sounds, a paper fan suddenly flew in, cleverly deflecting all the short knives.

A tall, purple figure appeared in the wedding hall.

"Rong'er, I'll stay here. You can go down now."

The man turned around, his black hair billowing with an air of unparalleled elegance. Every step he took was graceful and dignified, as if the moon and laurel trees of the moon palace were not to be profaned.