Two Realms Shuttle Gate: Don't Call Me a Demon! Chapter 253

Chapter 253: Chapter 168: Getting Married (First Update)

Su Jie stayed comfortably at Han Mansion.

He often took the opportunity to look for opportunities with Xiao Fengyuan and Ning Xinyue.

However, Qi Shijian was indeed an expert sycophant, almost never leaving Mo Shiyao's side.

Especially after Mo Shiyao had been injured, he was constantly circling around her.

As Qingzhou's foremost beauty, Mo Shiyao always had numerous suitors, many Righteous Disciples often followed her, which left Su Jie without any chance.

Su Jie could only wait patiently for an opportunity, temporarily residing in Han Mansion.

Since that night, Han Mansion had not witnessed any more deaths, and everything was changing for the better.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed, and Han Mansion became increasingly festive, decorated with red everywhere, because the date for Han Ruyan to marry the Nanjing King was approaching.

Inside the bridal chamber, Han Ruyan sat in front of a mirror.

Several maids responsible for her makeup and attire stared at the reflection of their young mistress, and even as women themselves, they felt genuinely amazed.

Han Ruyan was dressed in a red wedding dress, wearing a gold-thread phoenix crown, the red-picked robe extending to the ground, and a red belt around her waist, the carved pleats displaying intricate elegance. The brilliant red wedding dress and the sparkling gold phoenix crown complemented each other beautifully.

Delicate bracelets adorned her wrists, a red cinnabar dot on her forehead, her small feet trembling slightly, wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes, emitting a faint fragrance.

In her wedding dress and phoenix crown, combined with Han Ruyan's nation-overturning beautiful features, her face blooming like a peach blossom, her eyebrows resembling distant mountains, she looked like a lotus emerging from water, her elegance natural and poised.

“Miss, the Nanjing King has come to fetch the bride, hurry up and get ready.”

Someone pushed the door open and entered, and immediately, the room descended into chaos as the maids finalized the makeup.

“My daughter! When you get to the Nanjing King's side, be sure to…”

Han Mother touched her daughter's cheek, and as she spoke, tears of sorrow began to fall.

“Mother!”

Han Ruyan's nose tingled, and her eyes teemed with reluctance.

“Don't cry, tears will ruin the makeup, and you won't look beautiful. You should go there in grandeur, not frail like your mother.”

Han Mother caressed her own daughter and personally covered her with the red bridal veil.

Outside Han Mansion, the scene was even livelier as Han Jinghuan personally awaited the arrival of the Nanjing King.

From afar, the dense sound of horse hooves could be heard.

“They're here! They're here!”

At the entrance of Han Mansion, someone excitedly lowered their voice, causing a stir among the nearby friends and relatives.

Han Jinghuan collected his scattered thoughts, gently smoothed his brocade robe, and looked towards the end of the street, where the bridegroom's procession appeared.

At this moment, most of East Victory City was stirred, as people craned their necks, gathering on either side of the street, all because the bridal procession of the Nanjing King was exceptionally grand.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people holding their breath, a group carrying red festive flags slowly advanced, followed by rows of stout horses, their hoofbeats particularly forceful. The riders, bearing ceremonial weapons, were followed by colorful chariots, ceremonial covers, whisk brooms, horse stools, and yoke chairs.

Then there were the formidable armored soldiers, bearing lying melons, standing melons, Wu sticks, ceremonial knives, Deng staffs, Bone pieces, and Golden Festivals, followed by Jade Chariots, Golden Chariots, elephant carts, and leather carriages, each bearing one, ten treasure elephants, four quiet whips, and 300 parade horses.

In the center, there was a giant royal bridal sedan from the Royal Family, more than ten feet tall, with red lacquered pillars, cloud-shaped carvings, gilt floral leaves, gilded copper treasure beads on sedan tops, and crimson curtains shining brilliantly under May's sunlight, dazzling to behold, immensely majestic and noble.

“Wow, look at the grandeur.”

A group of onlookers stood by the roadside, their exclamations nonstop upon witnessing such a spectacle.

“It's a pity, Miss Han still made the wrong decision,”

Yu Wenjing spoke with a calm tone. As a disciple of the Immortal Sect, he appeared unruffled by such worldly affairs.

No matter how lavish the splendor or overwhelming the power, after a hundred years, it all becomes just a handful of yellow earth.

Since ancient times, it has been said that a hundred-year dynasty, a thousand-year noble family, and a ten-thousand-year Immortal Sect exist. Compared to a dynasty that occupies vast territories and governs countless people, the Immortal Sect stands high above all.

Every few hundred years, dynasties change, unable to escape this cycle of fate, but the Immortal Sect, unconcerned with the secular world, resides high in heavenly towers and seems uninvolved in worldly affairs, yet its existence far outlasts any dynasty.

“It truly is a pity for Miss Han,”

Mo Shiyao was also shaking her head; she had ultimately failed to persuade Han Ruyan to join the Sect.

“As far as such individuals go, the Nanjing King does have cultivation resources, and a solid foundation too. That elder must be from the Secret Realm,”

Xiao Guanglian's gaze flickered, having noticed in the wedding procession several Armored Soldiers from the Fourth or Fifth Level of the Yunling Realm. Obviously, these were guest elders and retainers recruited by the Nanjing King, including an old man whose depth even he could not discern–likely a Cultivator from the Secret Realm.

Although the Royal Family of the Da Li Dynasty had declined, a rotten ship still has three pounds of nails, so it still had some backbone.

“Brother Su, I'm afraid that after today, those Righteous Disciples will also leave. Then they will split up, and we can ambush and take action on Qi Shijian's intended route,”

Xiao Fengyuan stood on both sides of the steps, his voice reaching Su Jie's ears.

Su Jie nodded slightly, standing together with Ning Xinyue, witnessing a tall figure in the approaching wedding procession.

This was a man on a Jade Liu Steed, distinct in features, and with a stable and dignified demeanor.

He was dressed in golden silk brocade garments, wore a Jade Pendant at his waist, and held a Jade Ruyi in his hand, exuding an air of noble refinement.

This person was the Nanjing King, Xie Wenyi.

“Grand Master Taishan, your son-in-law offers his respects,”

Xie Wenyi dismounted from his horse and bowed in greeting.

“Haha, Xie Wenyi, you are too polite. Our families are one from now on. There's no need for such formality,”

Han Jinghuan hurriedly helped Xie Wenyi rise, his eyes growing increasingly satisfied with the Nanjing King.

In the past, the Han Family was also a powerful noble family with great influence in the court; however, they had fallen into decline after choosing the wrong side when the new Emperor ascended. The Nanjing King would now be their greatest support for re-entering the temples of the court.

For Xie Wenyi too, through this marriage alliance, he would gain an additional force to speak for him in the court.

Although the Han Mansion was in decline, the connections from the past still remained, and they had blood and marital ties with many noble families in the capital, all of which would become his strength in the future.

After they exchanged pleasantries, and Xie Wenyi, following the protocols, formally invited three times and clarified four times,

Han Ruyan was also helped out.

“This wedding dress is really beautiful,”

Ning Xinyue's lips parted slightly, as she saw Han Ruyan wearing a Phoenix Crown and Brocade Robe, the wedding dress with fine golden embroidery shimmering brightly, the phoenix-tail dress fluttering in the wind, her slim waist and exposed pale wrists and neck glowing like the tender sprouts in spring.

The tranquil and graceful demeanor, as if stepping out of a painting, was unforgettable at first glance.

“Jealous, you little girl, are you even old enough to think about wearing a wedding dress?”

Su Jie chuckled as he patted Ning Xinyue on the head.

“I'm eighteen, alright?”

Ning Xinyue puffed her cheeks and slapped Su Jie's hand away.

Chapter end

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