Chapter 135 Buddhist Wedding

The day before the wedding, Mo Xiaohan's private jet arrived in Yangon. He held his swaddled son in one hand and carefully supported Ruan Xingchen down the gangway with the other.

Ruan Xingchen wore a lily of the valley hair accessory in her hair, and her postpartum body swayed gracefully in the purple sarong.

Savika personally led the team to greet them. Mo Xiaohan's eyes swept over the soldiers lined up beside the tarmac. All of them had festive red silk tied around their arms and fresh lily of the valley pinned to their holsters, creating a gentle contrast amidst the solemnity.

Savika reached out her hand to hold the baby, but Mo Xiaohan dodged it and said, "Put away that murderous aura of yours first."

"Senior!" Su Lixia came running over in a gold-embroidered Burmese dress. "You're finally here!"

Ruan Xingchen smiled and took her arm, looking towards the manor in the distance that was decorated with lights. "Tomorrow you will be the most beautiful bride."

At dawn, Su Lixia was dressing in front of the mirror, her brows slightly furrowed by the weight of her intricate traditional Burmese bridal jewelry.

Ruan Xingchen stepped forward to take the comb and gently tied up her hair: "According to ancient Chinese etiquette, it's time for the bride's family to comb her hair."

"Senior..." Su Lixia looked at her in the mirror, her eyes moist, "I'm glad you're here."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ruan Xingchen inserted a jade hairpin into her temples. "The Mo family is your mother's family and also your foundation."

The dressing is complete, the auspicious time is approaching.

The deep roar of elephants echoed in the distance, signaling the grand ceremony. Ninety-nine white elephants with golden saddles led the way, and the bells of every Buddhist temple in Yangon rang simultaneously. All the Burmese military and political leaders arrived.

The ancient music of "Pangma" sounded, and Su Lixia walked down the red carpet arm in arm with Mo Xiaohan. This was the highest honor for a bride's family. The dignitaries of Southeast Asia bowed their heads in greeting as the Dark Emperor personally escorted the bride.

Savika stood at the top of the rose-covered steps in her commander's uniform, her emerald ring shining along with the star on her epaulettes.

As Su Lixia walked past the hundred-meter-long armed guard of honor, soldiers on both sides raised their guns and fired into the air.

“Bang, bang, bang—”

Twenty-one cannon shots rang out, shaking off the lilies of the valley around the tower. Amidst the smoke, Savika knelt on one knee, bit her fingertip, and pressed her blood seal on the marriage certificate: "Savika, in this life, my flesh and blood belong to you, my bones belong to you, and in the next life, my soul will still bear your name."

Su Lixia leaned over to take the blood-stained marriage certificate, her fingertips lightly touching his bleeding fingertips: "I accept your flesh, blood, and bones. For the rest of my life, my honor, disgrace, life, and death, will be with you."

The moment the oath was taken, the Burmese words "Forever Together" formed by drones appeared in the sky, and flower boats on the Irrawaddy River released white doves, and people on both sides of the river cheered.

During the viewing ceremony, Ruan Xingchen was so moved that she burst into tears as she looked at the newlyweds standing hand in hand.

Mo Xiaohan held his sleeping son in his arms, and with his other hand he held her waist tightly: "When we have our wedding, we want a bigger one."

"Don't be so extravagant..."

"I must." He lowered his head and kissed away the moisture from the corners of her eyes. "I want the whole world to see that Mo Xiaohan will only bow down to you in this life."

Thousands of miles away in Beijing, China, Su Lixia’s cousin suddenly screamed and raised her phone: “Mom! Isn’t this cousin Xia Xia?!”

The wedding video went viral in the family group.

In the frame, a wedding scene shrouded in smoke and lilies of the valley, a bride, wearing a traditional golden crown, turned her head amidst a sea of ​​fireworks, revealing Su Lixia's elegant profile. As the camera panned across the viewing gallery, the Thai Prime Minister and a Burmese general were conversing.

The title reads [Myanmar warlord's century wedding, bride suspected to be Chinese!]

The family group that had previously removed Su Lixia from the group chat suddenly exploded:

"Is this really Xia Xia?!"

"Wasn't she trafficked to Burma...how did she become a warlord's wife?"

"Who said she was sold into a brothel? This is even more extravagant than the British royal family!"

Su Lixia's mother stared at her daughter's happy smile on the screen, her hand trembling as she touched her slightly swollen belly, tears streaming silently. This child, upon whom they had poured all their hopes for the future, now seemed like a profound irony.

The father's face was ashen as his phone screen was constantly filled with shocked and suspicious questions from relatives: "Should we go to the embassy immediately?" "Is this Xia Xia?"

His finger hovered above the screen, but he did not move. The huge flood of information made him lose his judgment for a moment, leaving him confused.

As the Su family fell into chaos, the celebration in Yangon was reaching its climax.

The night scene of the Irrawaddy River was cut through by the yacht. Savika carried Su Lixia to the yacht's porthole to watch the fireworks together.

"I just received news..." he whispered in her ear, "your parents tried to contact the Mo family through the embassy."

"Let them be..." Su Lixia chuckled as she gazed at the dazzling lights in the sky. "Su Lixia died a long time ago on a snowy night in Jing City anyway."

She took his hand and placed it against her chest, letting the heat from her palm penetrate the fabric. "The one standing here now is Su Lixia, who bears your last name."

Countless fireworks bloomed into blood-red roses in the night sky, just like the gunfire and blood outside the warehouse in northern Myanmar on the night they first met.

Savika ripped open the pearl buttons of her dress, her breath burning hot: "The whole of Southeast Asia knows that you are the bride I stole."

Su Lixia raised her head in the shimmering light and kissed the man who had reshaped her name, letting her wedding jewelry scatter across the deck. "Have I ever told you... that when I first saw you in the northern Myanmar warehouse, I thought this lunatic was really handsome?"

The last firework blossomed into the shape of a golden thread lotus on the river surface, their intertwined figures reflected in the porthole. And the regrets and sighs of the distant homeland will eventually sink into the depths of the Buddhist river.