Chapter 242: The Deposed Crown Prince Prepares to Rob the Bride
The flames rose as the emperor's emotions fluctuated, and the furnace soon emitted a burning stench, wasting a pot of medicinal materials.
The emperor kicked over a cauldron as tall as a man, "Evil creature!"
The palace door opened.
The emperor stood at the threshold, looking at Ji Wenyi who was kneeling in the rain at the door.
The chief eunuch whispered to Ji Wenyi, "His Royal Highness Prince Rui is getting married tomorrow. It's done. You should go back."
Ji Wenyi knelt in the rain and said, "Father, please revoke your order."
The emperor scolded him: "You disregard your status for a woman, aren't you afraid that if it gets out, you'll be laughed at by the world?"
Ji Wenyi rested his forehead against the brick surface and replied slowly, "If I can get what I want, even if it makes people laugh, it doesn't matter."
The emperor was so angry at his stubbornness that he almost lost his soul: "Go back!"
Ji Wenyi raised his face from the ground, his dark eyes staring gloomily at the emperor.
The emperor was further enraged by his disregard for superiors and inferiors, "What? You still want to kill me?"
The eunuch knelt down in fear.
Ji Wenyi did not answer.
It seems to indicate the default answer.
The emperor shouted angrily: "I have tolerated you for a long time. If it were not for the protection of our ancestors, I would have killed you, the rebellious son, when you were eight years old."
Ji Wenyi was kicked in the chest by an invisible kick. He fell backwards, his throat tasted fishy and sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He covered his heart and looked indifferently at the blood flowing on the water. His lips were stained bright red. He smiled coldly and turned his face to look at the emperor.
The emperor's rage could not be quenched.
Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, but he really wanted to kill Ji Wenyi.
Ji Wenyi participated in the murder of his beloved woman, undermined his power, and destroyed his cultivation. One day, he would find an excuse to send Ji Wenyi to see his short-lived mother.
The emperor raised his hand, wanting to kill Ji Wenyi on the spot. The eunuch, regardless of his life, hugged his arm tightly and screamed, "Your Majesty, the ancestors are watching us!"
This sentence helped the emperor regain some of his sanity.
He couldn't afford the wrath of the ancestors.
The emperor suppressed his murderous intent and punished Ji Wenyi.
"Go to the Taimiao and clear your head. Don't leave the Taimiao until you have thought it through!"
The guards took Ji Wenyi to the Taimiao.
The Taimiao was built in the imperial palace and was a palace where the royal family worshipped and offered sacrifices to their ancestors.
Except for major sacrificial activities, it cannot be opened without the emperor's order.
Ji Wenyi was thrown by the emperor to the East Hall of the Taimiao, where the tablets of Ji's ancestors were placed.
The tablets of each emperor and empress are placed in pairs, like living people sitting side by side.
Countless deceased ancestors occupied the three walls on the left, right and front, and were piled up in stages from the ground to the high roof.
People standing in it feel like they are being watched by countless ghosts.
The palace door behind him closed.
The eternal lamp flickers.
In the vast hall, Ji Wenyi was the only living person left.
Ji Wenyi used magic to dry his clothes, tidied his appearance, and lit three incense sticks for his ancestors.
He thought that many years later, if he and Ye Xiaoman had no hope of ascending to heaven, they would become a pair of tablets here, accepting offerings from future generations, and staying together in life and death, forever and ever.
In the main hall, there is a huge square tripod with a green jade dragon pattern. The patterns are gorgeous and it is decorated with pictures and texts to commemorate the achievements of the Ji ancestors in unifying the divine realm.
This is the life-saving magic weapon that the Xuanyuan ancestor spent his entire life refining, and it is engraved with the important memories of the ancestor from birth to ascension.
Ji Wenyi cut his palm with a dagger, and blood dripped onto the surface of the cauldron and was absorbed by the magic weapon. The scene in front of him began to change.
The palace transformed into a mountain path, and in front of him was a young prince, who, under the protection of his servants, went to the ancient tomb in the mountains to find the inheritance of the way of war.
The illusion was vivid. The snorting of the horses and the expressions of the prince talking to his men seemed like real scenes happening right next to them.
If Ji Wenyi is willing, he can follow the young Xuanyuan ancestor, experience everything he has experienced, and comprehend the great Dao together.
Ji Wenyi smiled slightly, broke the illusion and returned to reality.
He traced the patterns on the tripod.
Coming to the palace, entering the Taimiao, and touching the Xuanyuan Ding were his real purpose in meeting the emperor.
The Xuanyuan Ding is a unique magical weapon of the immortal grade. It is so powerful that it can drag people into the illusions of the past and fabricate dreams of the future.
It is like a dream. Those who enter the illusion will live their whole life in the dream. If no one reminds them, they will not know that they are dreaming.
He planned to use this tripod to create a dream for Ji Weiming.
In order to snatch the bride.
"Ancestor, I'm sorry for offending you. Please lend me your magical tool."
The wedding custom in the divine realm is to hold a wedding reception in the morning.
According to tradition, Ji Weiming went to the Ye family to marry the bride in the morning and held the wedding ceremony in the evening.
His wedding was very hastily scheduled, with the betrothal ceremony and other ceremonies compressed into the same day. Despite this, as he was the first prince of the younger generation of the dynasty to marry, the Ministry of Rites tried their best to make the wedding as luxurious and grand as possible.
At the same time, in order to celebrate King Rui’s wedding, the Divine Realm will have a day off.
The Rui Palace was filled with joy.
Before dawn, the servants stood at the door handing out gifts and wedding candies.
As the sky brightened, the banquet was set, and the nobles, relatives, friends, and distinguished guests from all six realms entered the venue one after another with their invitations.
When the sun rose a little higher, the auspicious time arrived, the gate of the palace was opened, ceremonial whips were blasted, and gongs and drums were deafening.
Ji Weiming was all smiles. Amidst the congratulations of the guests, he wore his groom's suit, rode a tall horse, and led hundreds of attendants in brocade clothes to the Ye Mansion to welcome the bride with a grand procession.
Ji Weiming originally wanted to ride a dragon to welcome his bride, but news suddenly broke out in the palace that the nine pampered dragons suddenly disappeared. After searching inside and outside, the dragons could not be found, and no one could find who had abducted the dragons. It became an unsolved case, and the emperor was furious.
It didn't affect Ji Weiming's good mood at all.
After today, he and Master Ye will officially become husband and wife.
As beautiful as a dream.
The official road leading directly to the Ye Mansion had already been swept clean and decorated with lanterns and ribbons. Petals representing joy fell from the sky, and the whole city was filled with flying flowers, covering the roads and roofs, which was magnificent.
The roadsides were crowded with people who came to watch the prince marry his wife, and the atmosphere was bustling with laughter and joy.
"Congratulations to His Royal Highness Prince Rui on his marriage."
"Grow old together, love for a thousand years!"
Ji Weiming bowed to both sides and accepted everyone's blessings with a smile.
Perhaps it was because it was still too early, and there was still thick fog ahead, covering the road like a veil. Even the faces of the onlookers in the distance appeared hazy in the fog, like mannequins, losing their sense of reality.
This feeling of distortion, like Ji Weiming's increasingly excited mood, was so distortedly happy and so perfect that it seemed fake.
Ji Weiming suddenly felt that the team's progress had slowed down.
“Why slow down?”
"Your Highness," the guard leading the way came running over on horseback, "the fog ahead is so thick that we can't see the road ahead. We are working together to disperse it."
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