Xin Mei brushed the crumbs from her hands and stared at him curiously for a long time before speaking in amazement: “Do I know you?”
“Tsk, so ungracious.” He laughed unconcernedly. “Forgotten me? That’s fine too. Here’s my return gift, and by the way, I’ve also brought a congratulatory gift from that fox at Chongling Valley. Catch!”
With a flourish of his long sleeve, he tossed over a large box.
Lu Qianqiao’s hand shot out like lightning, instantly intercepting it. He stared at the monk for a moment before slowly lowering his eyes. In his hand was a wooden box over a foot long and wide, containing two smaller boxes—one held a pearl the size of a pigeon’s egg, the other contained an exquisite golden necklace.
“The necklace is my gift.” The great monk smiled lazily and leisurely. “I wish you a hundred years of harmony, inseparable like glue, and many children soon.”
The necklace emanated a disgusting aura. Lu Qianqiao remained expressionless and directly threw the box away.
The monk didn’t get angry and continued smiling: “Why such hostility toward me? I actually have quite a good impression of you.”
Lu Qianqiao turned away, ordering: “Continue forward.”
The wedding procession continued on, and the magnificent golden carriage gradually disappeared from sight. Xin Mei poked her head out and watched for a long time before suddenly having a flash of inspiration and remembering: “Oh! That meat-eating fake monk!”
Lu Qianqiao said flatly: “Don’t think about him.”
Uh, jealous?
Xin Mei cupped her chin and smiled sweetly at him: “Good boy, you’re the only one in my heart.”
A trace of a smile appeared on his face but quickly vanished: “Sit steady, careful not to fall.”
The Fox clan… That day at Jiaping Pass, Limin had mentioned before leaving that they had been restless recently, even troubling Mother greatly. One side insisted they were descendants of heavenly gods, the other firmly denied the other’s divine bloodline—that’s how the conflict arose. In recent years, the War Ghost clan had dwindled, so it seemed… it was time to settle things.
“Lu Qianqiao, what are you thinking about?”
The bride’s voice from the carriage interrupted his contemplation. He smiled—right, he was still in the middle of getting married.
“Nothing.” He pulled down her window curtain for her. “Sit properly, we need to pick up the pace now to reach the Imperial Tomb before dark.”
Weddings were joyous occasions for observers but exhausting for those involved.
Getting married in the War Ghost clan was more troublesome than giving birth. Xin Mei, with her head covered by the bridal veil, was carried in Lu Qianqiao’s arms as they went through knife mountains and oil cauldrons. The wedding dress woven from hundreds of bird feathers served this purpose—during the passage through knife mountains and oil cauldrons, not a single feather could fall, or it would be inauspicious.
After finally entering the gates, a large iron ball came flying head-on—was this a bridal chamber or a trap room?!
Watching Lu Qianqiao effortlessly kick the iron ball away, smashing the wall to pieces and turning that poor room into complete ruins.
Turns out… the bridal chamber was behind it.
Xin Mei was placed on the bed and hadn’t yet had time to assume a bashful pose when she heard several whooshing sounds from beneath her feet. A row of steel blades shot up from under the bed, turning the wedding bed into a cage.
The groom stood outside the cage, about to roll up his sleeves and break the steel blades to reach his beauty, but the beauty inside had already jumped up in fury and kicked all the blades to pieces.
“Come here!” Xin Mei pulled off her bridal veil and beckoned him with her finger. “Now—we can finally consummate the marriage, right?”