For some reason, Xu Xinrou always felt an indescribable feeling of tenderness when she looked at Qian Shudie.
Both of them wore veils, preventing them from seeing each other's faces clearly. But with her innate intuition, she felt that this girl needed someone to protect her. She had a feeling... that this girl had already endured too much hardship.
Seeing Qian Shudie wolfing down her food, Xu Xinrou's heart softened involuntarily. "Eat slowly, don't choke."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qian Shudie's face suddenly turned extremely pale. She kept hitting her neck, as if something hard was stuck in her throat, causing her unbearable pain.
"Water...water..."
Seeing this, Xu Xinrou quickly brought over a glass of water, which Qian Shudie eagerly gulped down. Only after the foreign object slid down her throat did she breathe a sigh of relief.
"Ah~ that feels so good." Qian Shudie gave Xu Xinrou an incredibly bright smile, like a flower blooming in spring. "Thank you, sister! You're such a kind person!"
Xu Xinrou smiled slightly, her smile as gentle and serene as a lake surface touched by a breeze. "You're welcome."
Then Qian Shudie devoured the food like a whirlwind.
Si Shulan, resting her chin on her hand, watched the busy maids on the stage and said in a sour tone, "Being strong means you can do whatever you want... To openly announce to the world that you're going to marry a dead demon at this critical moment when the war between the two worlds is raging, if it were anyone else, they would have been chopped into mincemeat long ago!"
Qian Shudie paused slightly with her chopsticks.
The Second Elder shook his head repeatedly and sighed, "Su Nian was indeed too reckless this time. So many people in the human race harbor resentment towards the demon race. By getting married in such a high-profile manner, isn't he putting himself in a dangerous position?"
Qian Shudie gradually slowed down her eating pace and listened carefully.
"Marrying a demon? In the past, that would have been punishable by being torn to pieces!" Si Shulan grumbled indignantly. "And that was a dead demon! Marrying a dead demon is outrageous, not only in the demon realm, but throughout the entire history of humanity! This Su Nian is truly ungrateful! He already has a beauty like Master, who is as beautiful as a celestial being, yet he's still fickle and goes after other women. And to make matters worse, he's even remarried! And to make matters worse, it's a ghost marriage! If he dares to step into the Seven Star Sect again, I'll grab a broom and sweep him out the door!"
Qian Shudie chewed slowly, her movements as slow as a snail.
"Alright, Shulan, let's stop talking."
Si Qiushan reached out her delicate hand, pinched out a grilled sausage, and swiftly stuffed it into Si Shulan's mouth, silencing her. "No one else is saying anything, but you're so talkative!" Si Qiushan glared fiercely at Si Shulan.
Si Shulan chewed on the grilled sausage. Although she stopped muttering, her face was ashen, like a wilted eggplant, and her dissatisfaction was still evident.
Qian Shudie sat there silently, as if isolated from the world around her. She lowered her head, focused intently on picking up a bite of food and putting it into her mouth, her movements elegant and light.
No one knew what she was thinking at that moment; only her slightly trembling eyelashes revealed a hint of inner turmoil. Each bite of food was carefully chewed before being swallowed, as if it were her only way to connect with the outside world.
Then, in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere, this absurd and bizarre ghost marriage ceremony officially began.
A piercing suona horn blared all around, its sound both mournful and joyous. These strange notes intertwined, as if telling a story unknown to others.
Meanwhile, in another place, Su Nian had already begun his journey to the bride's boudoir, preparing to welcome her there.
However, he was completely unaware that the bride he had brought back from the celestial mountain spring was gradually becoming weak and powerless, and finally melted completely into a puddle of liquid scattered on the ground.
The body gradually lost its support and collapsed to the ground. Fortunately, no one noticed, otherwise it would have caused a commotion.
When Mo Rouyun hurried to Qian Shudie's side, she saw that she was still wolfing down her food, and without hesitation, she reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Stop eating! Come with me right now!"
Qian Shudie had only eaten half a meal and still had a fragrant chicken leg in her mouth when she was suddenly grabbed without warning. She asked suspiciously, "What's wrong?"
Not only Qian Shudie, but everyone else at the table also looked at Mo Rouyun with suspicion.
Mo Rouyun gave a dry laugh to the others, then immediately whispered to Qian Shudie, "Stop dawdling! Your body has already melted. If you don't personally step in to replace your body, Su Nian will find out!"
Qian Shudie found it absurd yet also funny.
Who would marry someone else's body and still feel so much guilt?
After they hurriedly left, Xu Xinrou stroked her chin and pondered.
The Fourth Elder is an immortal, so why... was she in such a hurry to take this little girl away?
Arriving at the bridal chamber unnoticed, Qian Shudie saw herself lying on the floor.
With a wave of her hand, Mo Rouyun caused the dissolved body to disappear.
She hurriedly helped Qian Shudie sit down in a chair, removed the illusion from her face, and then picked up the cosmetics on the table and quickly began to apply makeup to Qian Shudie.
"I'll put the veil on your head and help you out later. You must remember that this is a ghost marriage! Whether it's bowing to heaven and earth or bowing to your parents, I'll be helping you through it all! Just act like a corpse and don't react at all, understand?" Mo Rouyun reminded Qian Shudie while applying her makeup.
Qian Shudie nodded repeatedly, "Oh, I understand."
Mo Rouyun's makeup skills were not good. She was flustered and clumsy when she did her makeup, and you could tell that she was nervous. She even colored her eyebrow pencil into a different color.
Qian Shudie smiled slightly and grasped Mo Rouyun's wrist.
"Shall I do it?"
Their eyes met, and Mo Rouyun saw relief and joy in Qian Shudie's eyes.
She nodded and handed the eyebrow pencil to Qian Shudie.
"Then you can leave it to yourself."
"Um……"
Qian Shudie took the eyebrow pencil and began to gently draw her willow-leaf eyebrows in front of the bronze mirror.
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