Su Qingci was wearing a gorgeous Fengyuan national wedding dress. The bright colors and exquisite embroidery complemented each other, but the dazzling wedding dress was like a heavy shackle, pressing her to the point of suffocation.
Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were empty and lifeless, like a puppet that had lost its soul.
Her lower abdomen was slightly bulging, and inside was the little life she had been waiting for for a long time, but this little life was not Yan Xuanye's child.
Su Qingci thought, she was truly a nobody, actually wanting to marry Yan Xuanye with Lu Huan's child. This kind of behavior would be despised to death by the world in Nanchang.
Every step seemed to be of great weight. She looked at the towering altar, her heart filled with despair and resistance.
Why did I come to this point...I can't marry Yan Xuanye, I absolutely can't!
Su Qingci shouted in his heart.
Scenes from the past kept flashing through her mind, those little moments with Lu Huan, the sweetness and warmth they once had.
Now, she is forced to marry this man who has taken advantage of her and turned her life upside down. She is unwilling and reluctant.
Forced to walk forward with unsteady steps, Su Qingci's eyes began to wander around, looking for a possible way to escape.
Even if there was only a slight chance, she had to escape from this place and return to Lu Huan. This thought grew wildly in her mind.
Yan Xuanye was dressed in formal attire and wearing a crown. He looked at Su Qingci who was slowly walking towards him with burning eyes. There was both complacency and a hint of complex emotions that were difficult to detect in his eyes.
The priests gathered around the altar, chanting something, holding bone staffs engraved with mysterious images of gods and wolves.
As the wizards danced, bursts of strange smoke rose from the altar, as if conveying the mortals' prayers to the gods.
The sounds of gongs, drums and trumpets intertwined and resounded throughout the royal court.
But in Su Qingci's ears, all this was like a death spell.
The wizards began to tell fortunes. They threw the tortoise shells into the fire and observed the cracks on the tortoise shells to predict the fortune and future of the marriage.
"May the gods bless this marriage and may it bring prosperity to our royal court!" The chief wizard shouted loudly, and his voice echoed over the royal court.
Auspicious marriage? How could it be possible?
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