Wan Qijin ignored Yin Changling. His robes fluttered in the wind as he looked at Tu Shan Lingxi, who was being firmly protected by Yin Changling, and opened his mouth.
"Xi'er..."
"Wan Qijin?"
Tu Shan Lingxi recognized Wan Qijin's voice almost instantly. She wanted to reach out and take off her veil, but Yin Changling stopped her.
"Xi'er, today is our wedding day. Don't forget what you promised me."
For a moment, none of them spoke, which made the kneeling officials feel uneasy, but none of them dared to look at the Emperor and Empress's expressions.
Especially since the topic was now centered on the Grand Preceptor, someone they couldn't afford to offend, so they all kept their heads down, not daring to look up.
After a long silence, Tu Shan Lingxi finally spoke first.
"Yes, I won't go back on my word."
Tu Shan Lingxi didn't see that when she firmly chose to stand on Yin Changling's side, Wan Qijin was on the verge of collapse, his face suddenly turning pale.
Wan Qijin smiled bitterly, staring intently at Tu Shan Lingxi, as if trying to stare a hole through the veil to see the woman beneath it.
But it was clear that his gaze no longer affected the heartless woman; to her, he was like a complete stranger.
"Xi'er, are you really sure?"
Wan Qijin's voice was filled with deep resentment, like a pitiful person suffering from torment, begging for a sliver of mercy from heaven.
Tu Shan Lingxi's heart softened for a moment, and she took a small step towards Wan Qijin, but soon, reason pulled her back.
"Grand Preceptor, dust to dust, ashes to ashes. We were never meant to be related anyway, so let it be."
Tu Shan Lingxi was truly terrified; her existence was nothing short of a disaster for Wan Qijin.
If she had known this would happen, she shouldn't have come back the moment she was reborn; she should have just stayed in the shadows and silently protected the Grand Preceptor.
Therefore, Tu Shan Lingxi gave the other party a resolute answer. She was almost merciless, and even her voice contained a chill.
Upon hearing this, Yin Changling's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down, and he gripped Tu Shan Lingxi's hand even tighter.
"Therefore, Your Excellency, please return, lest you delay our auspicious wedding time."
Even if Wan Qijin was unwilling, what could he do? He gave up his position, and the former prime minister suddenly stepped forward to preside over the wedding.
"The auspicious time has arrived—"
...
After all the trouble, Yin Changling finally married Tu Shan Lingxi in a grand and glorious manner. Although there were some ups and downs along the way, fortunately, nothing serious happened.
Ultimately, he didn't know what the Grand Preceptor was planning. Was he trying to steal the bride? It didn't seem so, since Wan Qijin hadn't even moved a finger.
But why did Wan Qijin come here again? He clearly already knew Xi'er's choice. Was he trying to win back Tu Shan Lingxi?
Yin Changling was deep in thought, but all of that vanished the moment he lifted the woman's veil and saw Tu Shan Lingxi's beautiful face.
Yin Changling slowly lifted the veil, revealing Tu Shan Lingxi as beautiful as a lotus emerging from the water, her fair face radiant with bright black eyes.
Beneath her small, delicate nose were beautiful, rosy lips, like the most exquisite flower, tempting one to pluck it.
Yin Changling was stunned at first, and the scale rod in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
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