Seven days passed in the blink of an eye. On the wedding day, the streets and alleys of the capital were teeming with people, everyone craning their necks and stretching their chins.

Today is the wedding day of their Canglan Kingdom's cold-faced Yama, the God of War.

The betrothal gifts stretched for dozens of miles, lined up in an orderly fashion from one end of the street to the other, with carriages following one after another.

Countless red ribbons were tied to the trees throughout the city; guns were fired, firecrackers were set off, and large red lanterns cleared the way.

With the emperor's special permission, the generals who had once followed Jun Wuji were allowed to wear armor, red silk cloaks, and red tassels on their heads, and ride warhorses to form Jun Wuji's wedding procession.

Every general on their warhorses looked exceptionally dashing and full of vigor, for today was the day their revered God of War, the King of War, was getting married!

Inside a grand mansion in the capital, one could see Di Beiyao, dressed in a bright red begonia-patterned wedding robe with gold trim, his exquisite makeup making him appear as beautiful as a fairy.

Beitang Feng felt a surge of regret and tears streamed down his face. His beloved younger sister, whom he had finally found, had been taken by that scoundrel Jun Wuji?!

He hadn't even gotten to know his younger sister properly before Jun Wuji took her away?!

The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt. Clinging to his last shred of stubbornness, the devilishly handsome man said...

"Little sister, are you really going to marry Jun Wuji? If you regret it, it's not too late. Your older brother is powerful and influential, we're not afraid!"

Di Beiyao glanced speechlessly at this eccentric fellow.

"Why should I regret it? My husband is handsome, powerful, and a doting husband. Isn't he great?"

Beitang Feng felt like he had taken a massive internal attack, and looked at Di Beiyao with accusatory eyes.

"Little sister, is it really okay for you to torment your old brother like this every day, since he's all alone?"

Di Beiyao's lips curved into a beautiful smile, and he parted his red lips slightly, saying, "It's fine."

Beitang Feng felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat: "My dear sister!"

"Never mind, judging from the past few days, Jun Wuji truly cherishes you, but..."

Beitang Feng's joking expression vanished, and his devilishly handsome face became unusually serious.

"If Jun Wuji betrays you, I mean if, if he betrays you, you can come back to your brother. Your brother will always be behind you!"

"Even if it costs me everything, I will get justice for you and make sure you don't suffer the slightest injustice!"

Di Beiyao felt a warm current flowing through his heart. "I understand, brother."

That "brother" came from the bottom of her heart. Originally, she didn't have much of a feeling towards this older brother who had appeared out of nowhere.

But those heartfelt words just now truly moved her.

Well, Her Majesty the Empress thinks that having a brother like this isn't so bad!

"Waaaaah, my dear little sister, she's about to be taken by that pig Jun Wuji!"

Seeing Beitang Feng's feigned tears, Di Beiyao's exquisite face immediately darkened.

Sure enough, this guy can't be serious for more than three seconds!

Ye Qing, Bai Sang, Lan Yan, and the others outside the door all sighed and sighed in unison: "It's over, the Pavilion Master is probably beyond saving."

The sounds of firecrackers and drums grew louder as they approached. Beitang Feng, suppressing his reluctance, finally placed the red veil over his younger sister's head.

Everything that followed proceeded according to custom, culminating in Di Beiyao's hand being handed to Jun Wuji.

Beitang Feng, a grown man, suddenly felt his eyes sting. He looked up at the vast, cloudless sky at a 45-degree angle to prevent his tears from falling.

Waaaaah, his dear little sister, she was just taken by that pig Jun Wuji! Your brother is heartbroken!