The wedding at the Imperial Palace is about to be held, but who exactly will stop their carriage now?
Ye Lingyue made a silencing gesture and slowly lifted the curtain of the carriage, with the Star Saliva Dagger ready in hand.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind poured in, Ye Lingyue hadn’t recovered, but her hand was already grabbed. Startled, she attempted to attack.
But just then, a clear and icy fragrance drifted in, and she found herself falling into a broad chest. The heart that had been tense and almost crumpled, cald down upon slling that scent.
Caught off guard, her teeth were easily pried open by the newcor, soft and warm, the man’s tongue in her mouth, capturing her sweetness, gently nibbling.
Along with the man’s breath, Ye Lingyue could feel her heartbeat thundering, one beat after another.
It wasn’t until he had completely stolen her breath and scent that the man let go of Ye Lingyue.
It truly was Feng Xun, Ye Lingyue blushed, glancing at the radiant man in front of her, who seed like he had been nourished endlessly.
Her lips, now swollen as if painted with fine rouge, sparked endless fantasies in those who saw.
In Ye Lingyue’s crescent-like eyes, a pair of sparkling, passionate eyes caught Feng Xun’s unwavering gaze, unable to resist, he kissed her again.
Outside and inside the carriage, a cough sounded simultaneously, reminding them of the third and fourth persons present.
Heavenly Venerate’s face was full of embarrassnt.
Princess Qingfeng, however, wore a knowing smile, true to the saying like father, like son. The son has beco bolder after this brief separation, more than ever before.
It seed that Ye Lingyue, this soon-to-be daughter-in-law, couldn’t escape anymore.
Ye Lingyue covered her flushed ears.
She and Feng Xun being affectionate was not the first ti; they had been in the study, behind people’s backs, even in a carriage, but never in front of others.
"Feng Xun, you pervert, how could you when everyone is watching... No, wait, you’re alright... Why are you here?" Ye Lingyue’s cheeks flew up in embarrassnt, huffing as she tried to squeeze back into the carriage, but then she rembered, why would Feng Xun be here?
Princess Qingfeng was just as shocked.
"I naturally ca to attend the ceremony. It’s the great day of my father and mother’s remarriage. As their son, how could I not be present?" Feng Xun swept Ye Lingyue off her feet from the carriage, when she protested, he whispered, "Let my mother have a mont alone with Heavenly Venerate."
Feng Xun held Ye Lingyue, heading towards another carriage.
Heavenly Venerate stood in front of the carriage, watching the lady in red within.
"In the end, you couldn’t let him go." Heavenly Venerate’s eyes were complex, filled with unwillingness and sorrow.
"Elder brother, I’m sorry, your kindness towards , I can never repay in this lifeti." Princess Qingfeng looked at the man before her, still handso but prematurely greyed at the temples.
That year, at the cliff’s bottom, barely alive, it was he, who searched for her day and night, appearing before her.
Her beauty was destroyed, her heart cold, it was he, who slapped her awake, forcing her to see XinXin, telling her she must survive.
She stayed in Tongtian Pavilion, it was also he, both a teacher and a brother, who taught her everything with patience.
Heavenly Venerate’s kindness towards her, she understood all too well.
It’s just a pity, she t Feng Lan first.
"Qingfeng, I do not expect your repaynt. I just ask you, if there is an afterlife, without Feng Lan between us, would you be willing to be with ?" Heavenly Venerate lowered his eyes.
If there was no chance in this life, at least there was the next.
If there is an afterlife, not wasting years, he must find her before Feng Lan does.
The man’s question, low as dust, left Qingfeng in tears.
She, in this life, did not fail the people of the world, but failed him alone.
She knew she should nod, but that nod felt as heavy as a thousand pounds and was difficult to make.
The next life is too far away, how could she lightly make a promise.
She had let him down in this life, how could she bear to ruin his next life as well.
Heavenly Venerate gave a bitter smile.
"Enough, Qingfeng, our fate is simply too shallow. You may go, he is waiting for you."
Princess Qingfeng, tears blurring her vision, passed by Heavenly Venerate, knelt heavily, and bowed three tis to him, then got up. The fiery hue of her attire blood in the chilly spring air of early spring.
She walked toward the deep corridors of the Imperial Palace, leaving Heavenly Venerate utterly alone.
But little did she know, at the very mont as they passed by each other.
The man behind her, his shoulders suddenly crumbled, as if in an instant, he lost all his strength, tears pouring down like rain.
This single passing mont, however, lasted a lifeti.
On the carriage, Ye Lingyue’s eyes also turned red.
"Heavenly Venerate, is a pitiful person."
"The emotions of a person, like a fish sensing the water, know their own warmth and coldness, so where does the question of pity enter."
Feng Xun rubbed the hair of his beloved, seeing her eyes red and her nose sniffing, he couldn’t help but feel a bit of pity and gently wiped away her tears.
"Speaking of which, why are you alone? With your father being forced into marriage, as his son, shouldn’t you have so awareness, how can you just carelessly bring your father’s rival here?"
Ye Lingyue, seeing that Feng Xun was unhard, couldn’t hold back her complaints amid her happiness.
"Yan Jiu was held up by so trifles. The Empress’s wedding also had so guests invited, and people from the Underworld Yama Palace should not appear in the Imperial Palace. Besides, seeing how confident you were, bringing my mother alone to face the challenge, I thought you already had a full-proof plan," Feng Xun said with a smile, daring to underestimate anyone, but never underestimating the clever woman in his arms.
Ye Lingyue then smiled broadly.
"What are we waiting for then? The ti is almost upon us, let’s also enter and watch the drama unfold."
In the Imperial Palace today, the Empress was dressed in vibrant bridal attire, her hair styled in a Phoenix Bun, and her head crowned with a joyous headdress. The bridal dress, woven from the finest Beiqing Cloud Silk, stretched three to four yards long and her carefully adorned visage was as beautiful as a blossoming peony.
"Your Majesty is truly beautiful today, undoubtedly she will outshine everyone," Die i praised the Empress by her side.
The Empress also looked at herself several tis in the mirror; the dazzling beauty reflected made her montarily forget the fact that she was bald.
"Your Majesty, the auspicious ti has arrived, Prince Feng and the civil and military officials are all waiting at Heming Palace."
The Ritual Officer reminded her.
The Empress stood up, supported by several palace maids, and left her sleeping quarters.
Just arriving at the entrance of Heming Palace, Feng Lan’s tall and robust stature, like that of Cang Song, brightened the eyes of the Empress.
But when she clearly saw Feng Lan’s face, the Empress frowned.
How could he attend a wedding looking like this?
Feng Lan’s face was haggard, his beard ungrood, even his festive attire was hastily put on, and he didn’t even tie his waistband.
The appearance of the Empress attracted everyone’s gaze, all filled with amazent, yet Feng Lan seed as if he didn’t see her at all.
Even as the Empress approached him, he didn’t give her a proper look.
In the Empress’s heart, it was as if a fire was burning.
The originally joyful atmosphere turned abruptly cold due to the silent tensions swirling between the Empress and Feng Lan.
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