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Chapitre 98

With tears streaming down her face, Rong Gu retreated. The crowd was intimidated by the newcomer's imposing presence, and for a moment, no one dared to pursue her.

"On the joyous occasion of Master Zuo's wedding, I, your subordinate, have spoiled the atmosphere due to my lack of discipline. Please forgive me, Master."

With just a few words, he brought Rong Gu into his camp.

"Please, Master, spare Rong'er, considering that you just killed one of my subordinates."

The bridal veil in Pang Wan's hand fluttered to the ground upon hearing the sound.

"I never expected the leader of the martial arts alliance to appear at my son's wedding banquet. I am truly sorry for not welcoming you properly!" Zuo Huai'an's face turned pale, and his brows furrowed tightly. "May I ask what brings the leader here?"

Although his words were polite, anyone could see the violence and murderous intent emanating from him—he was trying his best to restrain himself from making a move, perhaps because bloodshed was forbidden in the wedding hall, or perhaps for some other unknown reason.

"I'm just here to offer my congratulations." Gu Xiju looked at Zuo Huai'an as if nothing had happened, her expression relaxed. "The Moon Worship Cult Leader is getting married on the same day as his daughter. How could I not come and join in the fun on such a joyous occasion?"

The veins on Zuo Huai'an's forehead were already bulging. He gritted his teeth and said, "This is a family matter. There's no need for the Alliance Leader to worry about it!"

However, Gu Xiju looked surprised: "Are you worried that I will ruin this wedding?"

"No, no way." He shook his head and chuckled. "It's not like it's a sibling affair, what's the point of ruining it? Anyway, the groom isn't your biological son."

“A fake son, a real daughter—the cult leader is right, it really is fate that brought us together!” He winked contentedly.

This statement was like a bomb dropped into the hall.

A murmur of discussion arose immediately, and everyone's expression changed, except for Gu Xiju.

"Father!" Nan Yi turned to look at Zuo Huai'an, his face filled with unprecedented shock.

Zuo Huai'an's face turned ashen in an instant, and he slumped into the chair like a deflated balloon. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth several times as if to struggle, but in the end he could only remain silent.

“Nanyi, you are my child, your father has never mistreated you in the slightest…” He paused for a long time before finally speaking in a trembling voice.

A burst of shrill laughter suddenly rang out at that moment, interrupting his lyrical expression.

"Master Zuo, you are truly the most composed person I have ever met when lying. I admire you!" The person who laughed loudly was none other than Gu Xiju.

"You still dare to say this boy is your child? You've never mistreated him?" He looked at Zuo Huai'an with a leisurely air, his eyes and brows full of naked sarcasm. "May I ask who gave their precious daughter to their own from a young age, while sending 'your child' to the most arduous training place? May I ask who deliberately concealed the truth about Mei Wu's death, leading the clues to me and Gu Gong? May I ask who exaggerated the strength of their opponent, forcing 'your child' to practice the Marrow Cleansing Scripture for revenge, even to the point of going berserk and turning into a monster?"

His eyes were sharp and piercing.

"Zuo Huai'an, from childhood to adulthood, have you ever truly treated 'your child' even a little bit? Or have you simply treated 'your child' as a tool?"

"You'd better tell 'your child' how his birth parents died at your hands!" His smile grew increasingly unrestrained and sinister. "Why don't you have a blood test with 'your child' right now? Let's see whose flesh and blood he really is!"

The room fell silent for a moment; not even a whisper could be heard.

Pang Wan stared blankly at the purple figure in front of the hall.

She knew that for him to dare utter such arrogant words, he must be absolutely certain, perhaps even possessing irrefutable evidence. Huge black wings were sprouting from behind the man; with a gentle flap, they shook the heavens and the earth, threatening to cause the entire world to collapse and perish, never to find peace again.

He is the real devil; he comes from hell.

Her whole body felt as cold as ice.

A mournful howl was heard, and the Southern Barbarian removed the red flower from his chest, his red eyes leaping out of the palace.

"Southern Barbarians!" Zuo Huai'an shouted and chased after them.

Shi Jueming was extremely anxious and quickly mobilized everyone to search for the young master. All the wedding attendants had run away, leaving only the lonely bride in the main hall.

The incense sticks inscribed with the character "heart" burned out, the red and green silks fell to the ground and were trampled into two strips, and the dragon and phoenix candles had long since turned into a pool of slump wax.

Pang Wan stood blankly in front of the wedding scroll, her wedding dress still on and her phoenix crown on her head.

Suddenly a hand reached out and took away the half of the wedding veil that was hanging there.

"You're still too young; it's a bit too early for you to wear a wedding dress."

Gu Xiju appeared before her silently.

His eyes were slightly lowered, and his smile was gentler and warmer than ever before.

Pang Wan flinched and trembled, instinctively backing away, but her shoulder was held firmly in place.

Are you curious why I know so many secrets?

Gu Xiju looked at her with a smile, feeling an indescribable sense of comfort and pleasure.

Pang Wan shook her head desperately, struggling to cover her ears—she was afraid, she didn't want to hear the voice of the devil.

However, Gu Xiju grabbed her hand and pinned it firmly behind her back.

"Why are you backing away? Didn't you used to love snuggling up to me and acting all cute?"

He lowered his head towards her, and the sweet fragrance of plum blossoms lingered around her nose.

"Do you know that Aunt Rong planted a spy in Baiyue ten years ago? Do you know that she writes to me every month to report on your words and deeds?"

He took out a stack of scrolls from his pocket and slowly unfurled them in front of her.

Each time you look at a drawing, the paper seems to fall like withered leaves onto a red carpet.

Pang Wan's eyes widened gradually.

The person in the painting is her from the age of ten to sixteen. From the initial simple depiction of facial features to the later scenes of her life, whether laughing or crying, sitting or lying down, each painting is vivid and lifelike.

It's clear that the artist's skills are improving day by day, and he's gradually developing feelings for her.