Song Tingwan raised her hand to stop her, displeased. "Let my sister come, otherwise I will not marry your city lord."
She had been cooperating so well until suddenly her face turned cold, and her red lips became scorching.
The room was decorated with festive decorations, but the five smiling paper figures instantly changed their expressions.
“You must go. We have waited a thousand years for this moment.”
The old woman was expressionless; even though it was daytime, she appeared gloomy and serious standing in front of the other four people.
Song Tingwan frowned, just about to do something, when the old woman smiled, and then Song Tingwan found herself unable to move.
"You are the bride, and you are going to the wedding ceremony."
"Madam, let us help you into the sedan chair."
A red veil obscured her vision, and a maidservant supported her on either side.
My feet followed them uncontrollably.
This field is incredibly powerful.
More than herself, Song Tingwan was worried about A Yao's situation.
She was to be escorted to the wedding ceremony. This part of the journey was relatively safe, but Ayao's situation was unknown.
They said Ayao would be attending the ceremony, but I don't know if I'll be able to meet her.
Besides... is she really going to marry a great demon?
Song Tingwan subconsciously glanced at the quietly coiled mini dragon.
She didn't mean to disturb him. Little Dragon nuzzled her affectionately, then obediently coiled back up.
Joyful music and firecrackers echoed along the road. A burning gaze fell upon Song Tingwan, and she frowned as she was helped into the sedan chair.
He must be the great demon who is going to marry her.
The red veil seemed to be a magical artifact, preventing her from releasing her divine sense and even restricting her consciousness.
Suddenly, an absurd thought flashed through my mind.
This great demon has waited a thousand years; could it be waiting for the chosen one?
But in the eyes of the public, Ayao is the one destined for greatness, so why was she chosen?
Could it be that she's the weaker of the two sisters, making her easier to manipulate?
It can't really be just waiting for her, can it?
Song Tingwan chuckled, trying to shake off the jumbled thoughts in her mind.
What's going on? Is it because my thoughts and consciousness are restricted? I feel like my thoughts have been a bit erratic lately.
She frowned, puzzled. The bridal sedan chair was carried very steadily and stopped after a short while.
"Please, bride, alight from the sedan chair." Amidst the joyful chatter and lively sounds, the old nanny cheerfully lifted the sedan chair curtain.
Song Tingwan raised her eyebrows slightly but did not move.
The next moment, the presence of the gaze through the veil was very strong. She seemed to hear a soft sigh, and then she was manipulated to get up.
After stepping over the fire basin, she held a red silk ribbon in one hand, and someone walked into the hall alongside her at the other end.
As the two walked side by side, her red lips turned slightly cold, and she whispered, "You promised me, has my sister arrived?"
Another sigh escaped my ears.
Then someone said in a soothing voice, "Don't be afraid, she's here."
Song Tingwan felt a chill run down her spine.
No, what is this person spoiling?
She always felt that this person's tone was somewhat imitative of Shen Zhuochuan.
I don't know if it was just her imagination.
"Where is Ayao?"
Song Tingwan held back her sarcastic remarks, her immediate priority being to find A Yao.
Once A Yao has beaten him down, she'll slowly explain things to this inexplicable person.
"Sit in the main hall and don't panic. After my husband and I finish our wedding ceremony, I will lift the restrictions on you."
The person seemed to think they were quite patient and gentle, but it felt extremely awkward.
"Why me?"
All Song Tingwan could see was the red veil and the red silk she held in her hand as she looked down.
The surrounding guests cheered and jeered, but the great demon seemed not to utter a sound.
"It can only be you."
The deep voice intensified the thoughts that had crossed Song Tingwan's mind earlier.
"Our marriage will be good for you."
Song Tingwan spoke softly and directly.
The Great Demon chuckled: "Indeed, don't others all know that by being by your side, sisters, one can absorb your good fortune?"
Everyone knows this.
“But I… saw the future once a thousand years ago. The goddess who offered sacrifices then was so noble and beautiful. I look forward to seeing the goddess dressed up in her finest attire today.”
He was able to maintain a gentle and deep voice at first, but as he could no longer control his overflowing emotions, his last sentence became somewhat dark and crazy.
Song Tingwan was startled.
A thousand years ago.
A glimpse into the future.
"You want to ride on the coattails of the chosen one's luck and marry a beautiful woman along the way."
Song Tingwan pointed out his thoughts.
But he doesn't admit it.
"By the way? No, no, no, I am very much looking forward to the goddess becoming my wife. I have been preparing the makeup and wedding dress for a thousand years. Do you like them, my lady?"
His tone was somewhat urgent, and there was a sense that he desperately wanted a response.
Song Tingwan fell silent.
Will I be killed if I resist now?
She was already thinking about all her treasures, preferably those related to fire.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud as a large number of tables and chairs fell to the ground.
Song Tingwan suddenly turned her head in that direction.
The red veil obscured her vision, but her feet still moved forward uncontrollably. She knew that the commotion was coming from her sister.
They've entered the wedding hall.
It's not too far from where the wedding ceremony is held.
Ah Yao is also here; we should think of a way to break this deadlock.
"...Doesn't Madam like it?"
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response from her, the Great Demon murmured in disappointment.
Song Tingwan suddenly curled her lips: "Does it matter whether I like it or not?"
"Of course you are important, you are the lady I have been waiting for for a thousand years."
Song Tingwan elegantly rolled her eyes under the red veil.
It's as if they're trying to make themselves seem very affectionate.
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