Chapter 260 Better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free.
Horse-faced smugly shook his head, stroked the sea of flowers before him with his hand, and spoke with a proud and boastful tone:
"Indeed! This sea of flowers was personally tended and cared for by Lady Meng Po. Don't let her usual position at the Bridge of Helplessness fool you..."
"Well, she can be a bit grumpy when she's urging the spirits to drink soup, but she's very attentive to these flowers. It's said that she remembers how each one is growing."
"When Lord Shen Tu was on an inspection tour, he stopped to praise the flowers, saying that their vibrant purity perfectly matched Lady Meng Po's elegance. Tsk tsk, no wonder the Ghost Emperor has such good taste!"
Zhang Qingyuan nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing: "Lady Meng Po guards the key place of reincarnation. She is compassionate yet resolute and decisive. This is indeed similar to the resolute watch of the other shore flower, whose flowers bloom without leaves and whose leaves grow without flowers."
Lin Yanxin: "..."
He found the words of the man and the ghost particularly grating, and his mind uncontrollably began to compare himself with Shen Tu.
In terms of cultivation, Shen Tu was an ancient Eastern Ghost Emperor who was bestowed with titles and ruled over a region of ghosts, possessing immense divine power.
And myself? Now I'm a human temple master with half my spiritual power gone…
In terms of status, the Ghost Emperor is second only to the Emperor in Fengdu, and all ghosts bow down to him.
And what about myself? ...
The more I compared, the stronger the unpleasant feeling in my heart became, like a jar of aged vinegar being overturned, the sourness rushing straight to the top of my head, but with nowhere to vent, it could only be suppressed in my heart and ferment repeatedly.
Horse-faced secretly glanced at Lin Yanxin out of the corner of his eye and saw that his face had indeed darkened even more.
He was secretly pleased, but on his face he maintained the demeanor of an enthusiastic tour guide.
"Alright, alright, the sea of flowers is beautiful, but it also has a heavy yin energy, so it's not advisable to stay too long. Distinguished guests, the wedding venue is just ahead. I wonder how the arrangements are going. Please follow me."
For the next two days, Lin Yanxin was extremely restless in the Netherworld.
Zhang Qingyuan, on the other hand, was like a fish in water, not being led by the horse-faced demon to visit various non-forbidden places and strange underworld sights.
He buried himself in researching how to find elegant and refined entertainment for wedding venues, and even took the time to listen to a demo of wedding music tuned by Ji Kang. He was so excited that he couldn't sleep at night.
Lin Yanxin encountered Meng Guichen several times, either when she was discussing wedding security arrangements with Shen Tu, or when the two were walking side by side and chatting happily.
Either you catch a glimpse of her profile from afar outside the Wangchuan Library, where she seems to be engrossed in a book, with no one else around.
But after hesitating for a long time, he ultimately did not go over.
On another occasion, he wandered to the vicinity of the Hall of Rebirth by some strange twist of fate, only to find the hall doors tightly closed and two obedient ghost servants sweeping fallen flowers outside. After bowing to him, they said nothing more.
Meng Guichen never took the initiative to contact him.
Even when Zhang Qingyuan excitedly brought several preliminary selections of human craft designs to Meng Guichen for his review, the message that came was, "Lady Meng Po is currently discussing wedding arrangements with Lord Shen Tu and is temporarily unavailable. The designs can be presented to Ma Mian."
Lin Yanxin's initial bitterness and anger were gradually replaced by a sense of emptiness and anxiety.
He began to involuntarily recall the past, remembering his insincere arguments and evasiveness...
Desire is burning fiercely, and the torment is unbearable.
Under the dim, cold starlight, Lin Yanxin finally began to clearly examine her already restless heart.
But he didn't know...
Every path he stumbled upon, every piece of information he received, was a line carefully calculated and drawn by Meng Guichen through Ma Mian and other unintentional ghost messengers.
Meng Guichen was like the most skilled hunter, setting up bait, creating distance, and patiently waiting for the prey to break free of all constraints and walk step by step in the direction she desired, enduring the torment.
Shen Yuepo and Feng Jin have been incredibly busy these past two days since returning to Fengdu.
With the wedding date fast approaching, countless details still need to be decided by the two hosts themselves.
From the final design and patterns of the wedding dress, to the choice of special spirit silkworm silk and moon brocade, to the food and drinks at the wedding banquet, the seating arrangement for guests, and the timing of the proceedings...
The lists and documents presented were piled up like mountains, and each one had to pass their scrutiny.
However, the preparation team, led by Horse-face and Ox-head, was so enthusiastic that it was outrageous.
Dozens of wedding dress designs were drawn, ranging from grand to simple, from traditional styles to modern modifications, making it dazzling to look at.
The wedding banquet dishes were even more extravagant, adhering to the principle of "better to kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free."
They painstakingly searched and innovated from Fengdu and the four directions of ghost realms to create a menu of 200 dishes per table, a magnificent and impressive display.
Feng Jin was sitting behind his desk in a side hall of the imperial palace, with a book as thick as a brick, "Two Thousand Selections of Wedding Banquet Delicacies," spread out in front of him.
His long, slender fingers pressed on the list, his dark golden eyes filled with a gloomy light. The oppressive aura emanating from him made the ghost guards standing outside the hall hold their breath, wishing they could shrink into a crack in the wall.
Feng Jin suppressed the urge to throw the ox and horse below directly into the River of Oblivion, raised his eyes, and his voice betrayed no emotion:
"The number of dishes will be calculated per person based on the highest standard of guest accommodation. The menu will consist of forty carefully selected dishes per table, which should include both dishes from the four directions of the ghost realm and dishes symbolizing good fortune in the human world. Beverages will be charged separately."
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Niu Tou was overjoyed, holding the brick-shaped book, grinning broadly, and scurried out.
Horse-faced didn't leave immediately.
He blinked his big eyes, holding a thick stack of final wedding dress design sketches, and sidled up to Chen Yuepo, his voice filled with anticipation:
"Your Majesty...would you like to take another look at these sets? These are the essence of what I, Xiao Ma, have spent three sleepless nights refining, combining the latest underworld trends with ancient wedding ritual texts!"
"Look at this embroidery, this design, the sheen of this fabric..."
Shen Yuepo was also somewhat exhausted by this massive project, but seeing Ma Mian's exhausted expression, she still took the booklet and carefully looked through it.
Ultimately, their attention settled on a design.
The magnificent red and gold-embroidered wedding gown, made with special silk thread infused with gold, is embroidered with the mountains and rivers of Fengdu, the River Styx and the stars, exuding solemnity, majesty and grandeur.
Shen Yuepo pulled out the design sketches and handed them to Feng Jin beside her, leaning closer naturally. "How about this one? I like it."
Feng Jin's gaze swept over where her fingertips had rested, and without any hesitation, he nodded: "Okay."
What she likes is the best.
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