"Is Miss awake?" It was only four or five o'clock when Aunt Li came to wake Leng Yue. She knocked gently on the door and asked Leng Yue.

After being reprimanded by Ling, Leng Yue had been focusing on her cultivation, feeling she couldn't be lazy any longer. So she hadn't slept at all, but when she heard Aunt Li knocking on the door, she still got into bed.

Only after doing all this did he softly reply, "Come in."

Sister Li, accompanied by a group of servants, filed in.

"Miss, it's time to wash and dress up. Don't miss the auspicious time," said Aunt Li, as she helped Leng Yue hang up the curtain.

Leng Yue didn't say anything more, nodded, and let the servants wash and groom her.

After everything was tidied up, her cousin's aunt came over to comb Leng Yue's hair, supposedly for good luck.

The aunt who combed Leng Yue's hair was also carefully selected. Ideally, it would have been Leng Yue's own mother who would have done it. However, since she didn't have a mother, they invited the most fortunate woman in the clan to do it.

As her aunt combed Leng Yue's hair, she murmured auspicious words:

"One comb to the end, and you'll have no worries about wealth and prosperity."

Comb your hair twice, and you'll be free from illness and worry;

Comb your hair three times, and you'll have many children and a long life;

Comb it again until the end, and the couple will be as harmonious as eyebrows;

Two combs to the end, flying wing to wing;

Comb the hair three times to the end, and may our hearts be forever bound together;

"A life with both beginning and end, sharing wealth and honor in this lifetime."

Leng Yue looked at herself in the mirror, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, and felt somewhat dazed. So this is what it feels like to wear a red wedding dress!

Seeing Leng Yue staring blankly, her aunt smiled and praised Leng Yue for being pretty and beautiful.

After going through all the procedures, it was already seven o'clock. Despite cultivating for a long time, Leng Yue was still finding it difficult to cope.

"Aunt Li, I'm so hungry, is there anything to eat?" Leng Yue usually gets to eat breakfast shortly after getting up, but today she's been up for two or three hours and is starving.

Aunt Li looked at Leng Yue's aunt with a troubled expression, "Isn't this against the rules, Miss?"

My aunt chuckled, her kind face radiating happiness. She waved her hand dismissively, "The child should eat when she's hungry. The old traditions don't say that children have to go hungry. I'll decide to bring some food for Yueyue, and pick the auspicious ones."

Upon hearing this, the servant turned and left. Leng Yue couldn't help but flatter, "Auntie, you're so enlightened!"

My aunt smiled, "You little rascal..."

At 9:15, Leng Mingde sent someone to inform Leng Yue that the young marshal's troops had arrived in Heyuan. In other words, barring any unforeseen circumstances, they would definitely arrive before the auspicious time.

Leng Yue didn't care. Since they weren't going to have the wedding ceremony here, why bother with auspicious or inauspicious times?

However, Leng Mingde cared, after all, she was his only daughter. He wanted to give Leng Yue the best of everything!

At 11:30, the other party finally arrived in front of the Leng Mansion.

After bidding farewell to Leng Mingde, Leng Yue had her veil placed over her head and was led outside by the matchmaker. Once outside the Leng mansion, in front of the bridal sedan chair, a pair of slender, fair hands appeared before Leng Yue.

Leng Yue took a deep breath and placed her hand in the other person's. The other person was much more direct than Leng Yue; as soon as they touched Leng Yue's hand, they held it tightly in their palm.

During Leng Yue's struggle, she touched the calluses on his tiger's mouth. Leng Yue knew that they must have been caused by years of pulling the trigger.

Leng Yue was angry and wanted to struggle, but a voice came from her ear, "It's me, Yueyue."

Leng Yue froze, standing rooted to the spot, momentarily speechless. "Qian Chen?" Leng Yue's voice was uncertain, as if she were afraid she was dreaming.

Upon hearing Leng Yue's words, the other person gently touched her palm. "Get in the sedan chair, everyone is watching us."

Leng Yue smiled with relief and obediently got into the sedan chair. At this moment, the matchmaker beside Leng Yue and Leng Mingde, who had been watching this side, both breathed a barely perceptible sigh of relief.

Leng Mingde felt sorry for Leng Yue, but since the other party was now under the control of warlords, it was best to avoid a complete falling out. The matchmaker, on the other hand, was after the red envelopes (cash gifts) to be received later; if everything went smoothly, the red envelopes would certainly be plentiful.

Once inside the sedan chair, Leng Yue hesitated to let go of Qian Chen's hand. Left with no other option, Qian Chen turned to the side and held Leng Yue's hand from the other side.

Seeing this, everyone laughed at Leng Yue's audacity. However, those in the know found it strange; they had previously thought that Leng Yue disliked the young marshal and had even run away from the wedding because of it.

Even Leng Mingde thought he was seeing things. "Butler, did Miss... take... uh, someone's hand on her own initiative?"

The butler nodded. "Master, you're not mistaken. It was Miss who took the initiative." The butler smiled. They had known each other for two or three decades. How could he not know what the master was thinking? "Don't worry, it seems that Miss and Master will have a very good relationship."

"That's good. I'm relieved to see you like this." Leng Mingde stared blankly at the sedan chair. "Now I can face Madam with my own face. I thought Yue'er was unwilling before because of her attitude. Now that's good, I can rest assured..."

"Wait a minute, young marshal, wait a minute!" Just as Leng Mingde was about to relax, He Wan suddenly appeared again.

Leng Mingde stood up abruptly and looked at the housekeeper, "Why is she here now? Didn't she say everything was fine?"

Ever since Leng Yue returned, Leng Mingde had become wary of He Wan. He wasn't unaware of what He Wan had done before. However, as a father and the head of the family, he was responsible for the entire Leng clan. Therefore, when there was no suitable candidate, he reluctantly accepted He Wan's self-recommendation.

However, after Leng Yue returned, He Wan lost her value. Leng Mingde wouldn't kick her out, but he also wouldn't allow her to ruin Leng Yue's marriage.

Leng Mingde originally intended to send someone to keep an eye on He Wan, but the steward said that since she was already injured and bedridden, there was no need to worry about her. Who knew that she would suddenly appear today?

"Master, it was my oversight." The butler quickly apologized. "I'll find someone to pull her away right away."

The butler called over several young men, intending to pull He Wan away. However, before they could even touch her, she began screaming, "Murder! Young Marshal, help! The Leng family is trying to silence us!"

"Young Marshal, let me tell you, Leng Yue is now a discarded slut. Don't be fooled by the Leng family!" He Wan shouted like a madwoman, winking and flirting at Qian Chen.

"That little bitch Leng Yue almost killed me before, really, look, this is what she did to me!" He Wan held up her cast-covered hand for the onlookers to see. "Young Marshal, save me, you have to believe me!"

As He Wan spoke, she ran towards Qian Chen. The people from the Leng Mansion chased after her, and for a moment, the entrance to the Leng Mansion was bustling with activity.

Qian Chen touched Leng Yue's fingers, withdrew his hand, drew his sword from his waist, and struck He Wan's foot. He Wan was frightened and stood rooted to the spot, too afraid to move.

Qian Chen didn't retract his hand, but instead pointed his mouth at He Wan's head, saying, "Anyone who speaks ill of my wife deserves to die!"

He Wan never expected that this man, who looked like a god, was actually a devil. Seeing the man about to pull the trigger, He Wan knelt on the ground in terror, pleading, "I won't do it again, please, please spare me..."

Qian Chen continued to pull the trigger, and He Wan was so frightened that she lost control of her bladder, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

A strong smell of urine wafted over, and Qian Chen turned his head with disdain, saying to his subordinate, "Take a detour, it's bad luck!"