This place, teeming with paper figures, is most likely the domain of some demon.
The reason why demons don't have to go through tribulation lightning to break through is perhaps because Wan Qiji's cleanup of the demons was too big, and those clever experts all used various innate treasures to avoid the limelight.
During that period of confusion, Song Tingwan's mind was in chaos.
Amidst the chaos, I firmly recognized that this was the sound of the wind whispering in the air around the mud houses, a sound that seemed to indicate someone was actually trespassing on his territory.
I reckon I've entered a demonic realm.
The paper figures are talking about the city lord's wedding.
And he whispered "my bride" in his ear—
Song Tingwan laughed in anger after realizing what had happened.
The person woke up immediately.
Sure enough, the first thing that caught the eye was the bridal chamber, which was decorated entirely in red.
Three or five paper figures were busily preparing something.
Ayao wasn't around.
Voice transmission is also unusable.
She frowned slightly, silently preparing to stick the talisman on herself, but the moment her fingertips moved, the paper figures looked over.
Two older stewards and three maids.
"Oh, the bride is awake! Quickly, invite her to sit down. It's almost time, so hurry up and get ready."
"The bride is coming quickly—"
The two maids smiled and helped Song Tingwan up.
Song Tingwan stared at their paper-thin bodies, remaining motionless with curiosity, wondering if they could really lift her up.
While she was still silently observing, two cheerfully dressed maids flanked her, practically lifting her up rather than helping her.
What a pity.
Song Tingwan frowned in disappointment. If they hadn't been strong, they could have easily run away.
She sat down at the dressing table, where an older paper figure was taking her hair apart, combing her long hair while saying auspicious words.
There were five papers for each person in the room, but only Song Tingwan didn't laugh.
"You've mistaken me for someone else, I'm not the bride."
She spoke softly, glancing at their expressions in the dressing mirror.
But the five men's smiles did not diminish in the slightest. "The city lord personally chose you, how could there be any mistake?"
Sure enough, the person muttering incoherently was the city lord.
"Where is your city lord?" Song Tingwan continued to ask.
"Of course, we'll come to fetch you when you've finished getting ready and the auspicious time has arrived."
That means it's not here.
Song Tingwan's lips curved slightly as she looked calmly at the old nanny who had answered her question, "What about my sister? Was she chosen by the city lord along with me?"
The old woman combed her hair a couple of times and in the blink of an eye, she had dressed her up and even put on makeup.
Song Tingwan looked at herself dressed as a bride in the mirror, the slight curve of her lips frozen on her lips.
There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy just now.
"Since the city lord hasn't said anything, you shouldn't worry about her. Once you become the city lord's wife, you can have whatever you want, whether it's wealth, power, or cultivation."
"You are so beautiful. The city lord has been preparing for over a thousand years and has finally waited for you."
The old nanny stood behind her, looking at Song Tingwan's beautiful face in the mirror, seemingly genuinely happy for their city lord's marriage.
Song Tingwan turned her head slightly, looking at the joy on their faces, "More than a thousand years...?"
It is a great demon.
"Yes, for over a thousand years, the city lord has truly shown you deep affection."
Song Tingwan turned around and saw envy in the paper doll's eyes.
“…”
"But my sister is the most important person to me. She is marrying the noble city lord, the happiest moment of her life. How can she not have her family present to witness and bless her?"
Song Tingwan lowered her brows, her eyes, which seemed to melt away the spring breeze, filled with sadness.
"this…"
The paper figures looked at each other in bewilderment.
"I'll go ask the city lord if you're here serving the bride."
"yes."
The old nanny who had been combing her hair quickly walked out. Song Tingwan turned around and looked at the four paper figures left in the room.
"I'm about to marry the city lord, but I don't even know what he looks like or what his cultivation level is. Can you tell me?"
The three maids paused their smiles slightly and dared not speak, while another nanny said with a smile, "The city lord is eight feet tall, handsome and noble, and his cultivation is unfathomable. Madam, you can rest assured."
He spoke at length, but not a single word was useful.
Song Tingwan decided to wait for that person to return and see if she could bring Ayao back.
The room was quiet. The four paper figures just laughed and praised her beauty, saying how happy she would be after marrying the city lord.
Song Tingwan found the conversation boring, but she was also worried about missing any useful clues they might be offering, so she listened while glancing at the room's furnishings.
After a while.
She suddenly spoke up: "You don't even have wedding candles for your wedding? Well, I happen to have some."
With that, a pair of white candles appeared in her hand. Before the four paper figures could change their expressions, she waved her hand and turned them red.
"No need, no need. It's still early. Madam may not know, but our city lord is so extravagant that he doesn't even need candles, he uses luminous pearls instead."
Just as Song Tingwan was about to light the wedding candles with one hand, the nanny spoke up kindly, but looked at the pair of red candles warily.
Song Tingwan paused in her act of lighting the torch, then chuckled, "Alright, I'll abide by your rules."
I understand, paper dolls are still afraid of fire.
When Ayao arrived, they set them on fire.
Song Tingwan eagerly awaited the arrival of her younger sister.
If they can reunite, that would be good; if not, she'll have to find a way to escape on her own.
But a quarter of an hour later.
Instead of seeing her Ah Yao, they received an auspicious hour.
The old woman returned quickly, carrying a veil in her hand.
"The city lord said that your sister will be invited to the ceremony. The auspicious time is approaching, so please put on your veil."
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