"Zheng Zheng, don't be anxious. Brother Rong won't be able to get in for a while." Nangong Qingqing raised her hand and gently supported her arm, saying with a slightly playful smile.

She seemed to remember something and added, "Also, you are not allowed to use your spiritual sense to contact Brother Rong."

"Okay, okay."

Yun Zheng smiled and nodded in agreement. In fact, she was becoming increasingly nervous. After all, this was her first wedding, and she had to appear calm and composed.

She gripped the handle of the fan tighter.

Nangong Qingqing had known Yun Zheng for so long, so she naturally knew that she was quite nervous, so she deliberately chatted with her to ease her tense mood.

She also had no intention of going with Yu Qiu and the others to the outskirts of Prince Yun's Palace to intercept Brother Rong's wedding procession.

Because she wants to stay with Zheng Zheng.

…

Outside Prince Yun’s Mansion.

Deafening joy lingered around the vermilion gate of the mansion. The red brocade carpet had already been laid out, and red brocade silks were hung on the surrounding eaves and tree branches, swaying in the wind.

Prosperous and grand.

Countless people stood on the road that the procession had to pass, looking forward to the arrival of the groom and the wedding party.

Outside Prince Yun's Mansion, the place was almost completely filled with people, blocking the gate tightly.

Standing at the front of Prince Yun's Mansion was Di Nian. He still had a delicate flower pinned to his waist and stood tall. His face was handsome and elegant, his temperament was lazy and he had an indescribable mature charm. But if you looked closely, you could see a tired blue color under his eyelids, as if he had not rested well.

He just hurried back from the demon world yesterday.

There are too many things to do in the demon world. If he comes back later, he might not be able to make it in time for his niece's wedding.

Mu Yin came close to Di Nian and said with a smile, "Uncle, you must not let Brother Rong marry A Zheng so easily."

"That's right." Yu Qiu curled his lips and agreed. He had an enchanting appearance and did not feel inferior when standing among a group of handsome men and beautiful women. He wore a slim-fitting light purple robe today so as not to be too ostentatious.

Liang Guanren stroked his meticulously combed hair, looking quite confident and smiling, saying, "Hey, don't worry, I've already made preparations!"

Di Nian sneered, "They're almost here. Let's set up a barrier first, to prevent them from losing their composure and rushing in recklessly!"

Upon hearing this, the gods looked at each other and, in tacit understanding, they jointly cast a barrier to cover the entire Prince Yun's Palace.

With the combined power of so many gods, let alone Lesha, even if the entire opposing team were to join together, they might not be able to break this barrier.

Unless the Primordial God also joins in.

Di Nian raised his hand and waved, "Show me the props."

In an instant, the guards brought up the table and some covered props and placed them in front of Di Nian and other gods.

The onlookers stretched their necks curiously, wanting to see what was inside.

At this moment, Di Yuan, who was standing on the top of the stairs, frowned slightly. He tilted his head and said to Old Man Yun in an apologetic tone, "Brother Yun, my son is unreliable. I will bring him back right away."

"Hey, Brother Di!"

Old Master Yun quickly raised his hand to hold onto Di Yuan. He laughed heartily and said, "Young people nowadays have their own ideas. They can have fun however they want. The most important thing is to have fun. Besides, this was all Zheng'er's idea. Why are you blaming Nian'er?"

When Di Yuan heard this, he gradually felt relieved.

He was worried just now because Di Nian had never been very reliable, so he was afraid that Di Nian would mess up Zheng'er's life.

Yun Junyue smiled and said, "Father-in-law, you don't have to worry."

Di Yuan glanced at Yun Junyue. After seeing Yun Junyue's extremely red and swollen eyes, he felt quite complicated. He couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "How long have you been crying?"

When Yun Junyue heard this, the emotions that he had suppressed seemed to be stirred up again. His eyes became moist again and his nose felt sore, but he still had to pretend to be strong on the surface: "Not long."

Old Master Yun laughed and said, "Don't believe him. He cried all night last night."

"Dad!" Yun Junyue was slightly startled and looked at Di Yuan with embarrassment.

Di Yuan nodded seriously: "I understand."

He felt the same way when he learned that his daughter Lan'er had become someone else's wife.

"Dad, have you ever cried?" Yun Junyue suddenly asked Grandpa Yun.

Old Master Yun shook his head proudly and retorted, "Do you think I'm you? Men don't cry easily."

Yun Junyue was speechless: "..." Looking forward to the moment when his father would slap him in the face.

Old Master Yun looked at the grand wedding scene and the countless people coming to congratulate him. Although he had a happy smile on his face, his heart was filled with mixed emotions and a sense of loss.

His Zheng'er is getting married now.

…

The sounds of gongs and drums and joy are getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, countless petals fluttered in the sky, and the breeze carried the fragrance of flowers. The scene was extremely beautiful and shocking.

“Here it comes!”

Dozens of miles of red wedding dresses and luxurious carriages stretched as far as the eye could see, all in an orderly procession. Guards were stationed on both sides of the road to maintain order, and everyone in the crowd was stretching their heads to see this wedding that was rarely seen in a million years.

Among the crowd were people from the Dongzhou Holy Academy and various major forces, as well as people from Zhonglingzhou Wanshuo Palace, the Di family and other major forces, and young people from all over Dongzhou.

The streets were crowded with people, and some people even climbed onto the surrounding eaves without caring about their image in order to witness the wedding.

"It is indeed the Emperor of Wanshuo Palace!"

"How handsome! Good heavens! I have never seen anyone so handsome!"

"Ahhhh, I'm going to faint! This is so beautiful!"

"As soon as the groom came out, I knew why Miss Yun Zheng chose him! He was like a god who had strayed into the mortal world! Cold and aloof, yet so noble! Every time I looked at him, I felt so ashamed!"

"Senior Yun Zheng has great vision!"

"Wow, wow, wow, the little ancestor's husband is coming!" Baili Yuchen was also squeezed in the crowd. He excitedly followed everyone's shouting! He kept waving his hands and said excitedly: "Little ancestor's husband, you must treat the little ancestor well!"

"Hey, pay attention to your image!" The corner of the Five Elements Spiritual Sect's mouth twitched. He looked embarrassed and hurriedly pulled his sleeve, but Baili Yuchen was immersed in extreme excitement and had no time to pay attention to him.

"Guardians Yunpeng and Lei Ao are here too! I wonder why Guardians Qingfeng and Moyu are guarding outside Prince Yun's Mansion. Shouldn't they be staying with Lord Emperor?"

"The Emperor is handsome, and the people behind him are also handsome! Oh my god, who are they?!"

"Long live Team Fengyun!"

"Senior Mo Jing, I love you!"

"Senior Feng Xinglan, I want to challenge you! I have a sword that can defeat you!"

When Feng Xinglan, who was riding a horse, heard this, his eyes flickered and he glanced indifferently at a young man in the crowd.