Because the main character died, a bunch of people cried miserably, and the recent plot also seemed depressing because of this. These emotional outbursts are the most difficult to write — to me, sometimes I can't even write a thousand words in two or three hours. But I can't write too crudely either, it's quite tiring. If you're not happy with this wind, just eat plums and resist it. After resisting these three chapters, a new world will appear, and it'll be hard to suppress it in the future.
After the late autumn, the cold winter arrived.
The five year peace treaty between Tenryū Province and Great Wind Country was forced to be torn apart, and finally caused the two countries to go to war … But, the so-called war wasn't bitter to the death, it was only two moderate clashes on the border, and the nature was more like probing.
And today, was Yan Zhimeng's twentieth birthday, and also her wedding day.
The young master's wedding, this was not a small matter to the Northern Emperor Sect. The Northern Emperor Sect's master Yan Duanhun had three sons, Yan Ximing was the eldest, Yan Xishan was the second, and Yan Xishan was the youngest. The three of them all had their own things to do, and rarely gathered together. Today, those with the surname Yan gathered in Sunflower Water, and it was a scene of joy. The Northern Emperor Sect had been passed down for countless years, how could they not know the importance of "harmony". So for countless years, relatives lived in harmony with each other, and fights for power and position rarely happened. Standing at the peak of power, they had to remember some of the most important, but easily destroyed, laws of survival.
Of course, this "harmony" also had its rules.
This was a forbidden area in Sunflower Water Country that no one was allowed to enter. Usually, it was guarded by many peerless experts, and anyone who approached would be sealed or killed. Because too many people went in and never came out, no one dared to approach after a long time. No one knew that there was actually a huge and luxuriously decorated manor here.
Today, the normally lifeless manor was decorated with lanterns and colored banners, and echoed with the sound of laughter. The great hall was filled with all kinds of people, men and women, young and old, tall and short, fat and thin, and dressed in all kinds of clothes. Some wore official robes, some dressed as woodcutters, and some even dressed as beggars. However, any one of them was powerful enough to shake a region of the world.
When there was no news of their established goal for countless years, they couldn't help but slowly forget and ignore the reason for their existence, and began to shift their attention. With a force that exceeded the imagination of ordinary people, they naturally set their sights on the entire world. The Northern Emperor Sect had been going against the teachings of their ancestors for many years, slowly spreading their influence throughout the world. As for how far their claws had extended and how far they had penetrated, only the core of those in power knew. Of course, all of this was carried out in secret. They would not allow outsiders to find out.
"Yo, Old Eighteen, I haven't seen you for a few years and you've gotten fatter. You've gotten a lot of money recently, haven't you? How many gifts did Young Master bring for his wedding? "
"Tsk, I can't believe you would say something like that. How could I have any money in that desolate place? I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. This time, I only brought three chests of jewelry and eight hundred thousand taels of silver. Third Brother, what about you? "
"Me? Not much, not much, just a million or so …"
The biggest obstacle for the Northern Emperor Sect to want to control the world was not the four countries, but Nanhuangzong, whose influence was now faintly surpassing theirs. What they lacked the most was — resources. It was the same for Nanhuangzong. So for so many years, they had been trying to infiltrate the four countries as much as possible instead of fighting. Accumulating wealth had become their number one priority.
Two people slowly walked in from outside the great hall. The moment they stepped in, it was as if they were attracted by an invisible force. Everyone in the hall could not help but look at them. Following that, the originally noisy great hall instantly became silent. Everyone moved aside, retreated to the sides, and stood respectfully. They looked at the newcomers with shining eyes, as if they were looking at a high mountain, as if they were looking at a supreme god.
This person was around forty years old, wearing a flame-colored red robe. He was tall, had a white face without any facial hair, and had a calm and easygoing expression. But in that easygoing expression, there was a frightening dignity. Beside him, a beautiful middle-aged woman held his arm, with a gentle smile on her face. Her movements revealed a kind of noble elegance that came from deep in her bones. This kind of nobility was not something a normal noble woman could have, even surpassing some empresses and concubines.
The only person who could make these people show this kind of expression, was the current Sect Master of the Northern Emperor Sect, Yan Duanhun. Beside him was his only wife. After the two sat down in the most prestigious position in the hall, everyone bowed in unison: "Greetings to Sect Master, Mistress."
Yan Duanhun nodded slightly, and said: "No need to be so polite. Everyone, for my son's wedding, you've come from thousands of miles away, the journey must have been very tiring. Everyone, please do not be restrained at today's wedding, no need to care about the common etiquette, just enjoy yourself, and return home. "
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Yan Duanhun's whereabouts were usually uncertain, very few people knew what he was running around for every day. Every generation of the Northern Emperor Sect's Sect Master, must be the person with the highest cultivation in the sect. Yan Duanhun's strength far surpassed his dozen or so brothers and cousins. After inheriting the position of Sect Master and receiving the Heaven and Earth Empowerment Technique from the previous generation's Sect Master, he became even more unfathomable. Other than himself, no one knew how strong he had become. But looking closely, Yan Duanhun's appearance and aura did not have the characteristics that a person who practiced martial arts should have. Instead, he looked like a white faced middle-aged scholar.
The process of the Northern Emperor Sect's wedding was not the same as that of the common world. In comparison, it was much more casual, but paying respects to the ancestors and parents was indispensable. That was why Yan Duanhun appeared here today. Not long after, Yan Ximing, who was dressed in a fiery robe, walked in with a face full of happiness, and respectfully greeted those who were sitting in the seats of honor: "First Uncle, Second Uncle … Seventh Uncle … Thirteenth Aunt … You've all come …"
"Hahahaha, how could we not come to our Young Sect Master's wedding. I haven't seen you for a year, and you've really become more and more extraordinary. You're much more promising than your Sixteenth Brother. "
"Not at all, not at all. Ninth Uncle is flattering me. It's all because of all the seniors' kindness …"
Yan Zhimeng sat in her own room, looking at herself in the mirror with a cold expression. She was silent for a long time, and there was neither joy nor sorrow in her heart. This day had finally arrived. Once, she had even looked forward to this moment, because after she got married, her Power of Charming Sound would break through the bottleneck, breaking through one after another. From then on, she would also become one of the Northern Emperor Sect's people, and rely on their power to avenge her. But now, facing her own wedding, there was not the slightest ripple in her heart. It had already been close to a month since she found out about Ye Wuchen's death. This period of time was enough to make her heart turn cold and numb amidst the tearing pain. It was as if the string of emotions in her heart had also been cut off forever with his departure.
"Miss, you must be the most beautiful bride in the world … No, no, Miss is the most beautiful person in the world. Even if it's the Young Master, it's his fortune to be able to receive Miss's favor. "Ping 'er stood behind her and said with a smile. She stayed by Yan Zhimeng's side every day, how could she not notice the changes in her during this period of time. Even today, she was so quiet that it made people worry. Ping 'er tried her best to make her happy, but she never succeeded. She remembered that she had not seen her smile for a long time.
Her ears were filled with the endless sounds of laughter and chatter. These "otherworldly experts" were like children at this joyous occasion, without any scruples, shouting to their heart's content. It was a stark contrast to the cold silence in the room. Yan Zhimeng did not answer Ping 'er, and continued to stare at herself in the mirror. She had already put on a fiery red wedding dress, and her beauty was unparalleled, but there was a hint of melancholy and haggard between her brows.
After a long silence, Ping 'er twisted her clothes with both hands, bit her lips, and gathered all her courage to ask, "Miss … you, do you like someone else?"
Yan Zhimeng's eyes flickered, and she shook her head, "Don't talk nonsense."
"But Miss … do you know, ever since you came back, you have been calling out someone's name in your sleep, I …" Ping 'er finally said it, her heart beating rapidly. She was worried that if Yan Zhimeng's marriage to Yan Ximing was discovered, the consequences would be dire.
Yan Zhimeng, "…"
"The person Miss likes, is actually that dead … Ye Wuchen, right?" Ping 'er asked carefully.
"Since you already know, why bother asking?" Yan Zhimeng said faintly. She was neither surprised nor worried. She believed that even if Ping 'er knew, she would not reveal it. The person who accompanied her every day was Ping 'er, if she could not tell, it would be abnormal instead.
"Ah? But, but … "Receiving confirmation from her, Ping 'er's last hope was shattered. She was anxious and afraid at the same time.
"What time is it now?" Yan Zhimeng asked.
"It's almost noon, they have been waiting outside for a long time, Miss …"
"Let's go." Yan Zhimeng stood up and walked towards the door. Ping 'er hurriedly followed to support her.
From today onwards, what she had to do was to try her best not to let Yan Ximing find out. She could not, and could not, confess to him. Otherwise, the consequences would be unbearable, and she would not be able to avoid it. However, she didn't feel the slightest bit of regret for the accident that night, even though it was extremely likely that this accident would ruin her life. To be able to have that one night of pleasure with him before he died, not only did she have no regrets, she was content and happy. That night was probably the most precious memory of her life, and it could also be the last happiness she had ever experienced.
After noon, the wedding finally officially began. The sound of gongs and drums could not be missed, but the shouts of the crowd completely drowned out these noises. At this time, the core members of the Northern Emperor Sect had gathered together, all of them were at the peak of their powers. Their deep voices overlapped and made people's blood boil. When the smiling Yan Ximing and Yan Zhimeng, who was supported by Ping 'er, walked in side by side, the shouts became even more explosive. Just as Yan Duanhun said, on the day of the wedding, they did not need to worry at all, they just needed to enjoy themselves.
"Ming 'er and Meng' er are really a match made in heaven. Ming 'er's ability, who can match up to her? Meng' er's looks, similarly, no woman can match up to her. I'm so envious, hahahaha."
"Old man, what's there to be envious about? Speaking of envious … sigh, even my three useless sons combined can't compare to Ming 'er."
Yan Duanhun and Madam Yan sat in the main hall. Madam Yan's face was full of smiles, and Yan Duanhun's face also revealed a rare smile. He kept nodding his head, clearly in a good mood. Yan Ximing and Yan Zhimeng walked until they stopped in front of them. Yan Duanhun raised his hand, and the noise of the crowd suddenly stopped. He nodded and said: "Ming 'er, you're twenty-three this year, and Meng' er is already twenty today. It's finally the day of your wedding, and a big matter in my heart has also been resolved. I won't say any unnecessary words. After you get married, you must remember to live in harmony and respect each other. Everything else is a small matter, the family's prosperity and benefits are the most important. Together, the Yan Family will prosper forever. "
"I will remember, I will definitely not disappoint father and the rest of the family." Yan Ximing answered respectfully and seriously.
"Alright, alright. Today is your wedding day. Don't pay attention to your father's inappropriate words. You and Meng 'er have known each other for so many years. I don't have anything to worry about. Just remember to have more children." Madam Yan said with a smile. She indeed had nothing to worry about. Once the Charming Sound woman fell in love with a man, she would definitely fall in love with him for the rest of her life. How could she not know that?
Yan Duanhun was quite fond of his wife, so he didn't mind her words at all. He chuckled and said: "The time has come, I have nothing else to say. Let's begin. Before that, let us first pay our respects to the ancestors of the Northern Emperor Sect! "
On a wedding day, the first bow was to the heavens and the earth. But in the Northern Emperor Sect, they didn't bow to the heavens and the earth, but to the Northern Emperor. Because the heavens and the earth were born from their ancestors, the Northern Emperor and the Southern Emperor. What right did the heavens and the earth have for them to pay their respects? Yan Ximing immediately knelt down. Ping 'er also shook Yan Zhimeng's stiff body, and helped her to kneel down slowly …
At this moment, Yan Zhimeng subconsciously grabbed onto Ping 'er's arm with one hand. She covered her mouth with the other, and began to retch in pain. Her body swayed continuously, and was on the verge of collapse. Ping 'er was shocked, and hurriedly supported her: "Miss? What's wrong, Miss … "
Chapter 220 – Escape …
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