His Highness the Madman gave in again today.

However, the first person to squeeze in was a tiny little one.

Mo Sangyu looked closely and realized that it was actually his daughter, Feng Zhaozhao.

no……

Zhao Zhao is only seven months old, but her little legs are so fast, she can run like the wind?

They pushed all the white dough balls to the back!

Mo Sangyu was only surprised for a moment before accepting it, but the group of sisters were not so good at accepting it. They were all so shocked that their mouths were wide open and their faces were full of disbelief.

Their baby was still crawling on the floor at seven months old; it was a miracle he could stand up. How come their little princess can suddenly run all over the place?!

You really can't compare yourself to others.

Mo Sangyu picked up the little one and before she could even kiss him, the little one planted a kiss on her cheek: "Mommy...smells sweet."

"??!!"

Shocking for a hundred years!

The little princess only arrived here two days before them, right?

Not only can it run all over the place, it can also talk?!

"Zhaozhao".

Behind them, Rong Xuanci and Ling Xueyuan came in together, with Ling Xueyuan following closely behind the little guy.

Ling Xueyuan leaned against the door frame, catching her breath. Looking at Zhao Zhao nestled in Mo Sangyu's arms, acting coquettishly, she felt both helpless and amused: "This child runs faster than a rabbit. I chased her all the way here but couldn't catch up."

Rong Xuanci followed her in, glanced at Zhao Zhao, then at Mo Sangyu, and smiled, "She probably takes after her mother."

The child is both well-behaved and mischievous; their personalities are truly alike.

Mo Sangyu held Zhao Zhao for a while before putting her down. As soon as the little pink dumpling touched the ground, she pulled Bai Tuanzi and ran out. Bai Tuanzi was pulled so hard that she stumbled and let out a pitiful whimper.

Ling Xueyuan watched the white figure being dragged away, sighed softly, and turned to look at Mo Sangyu: "This child has too much energy."

"Mother, you've just recovered. Don't follow her anymore. If you can't catch up, just let her go. She'll be fine."

Mo Sangyu gave a special instruction.

"Okay, Mother understands."

That evening, Ling Xueyuan personally oversaw the preparation of a sumptuous family feast in the kitchen. The dishes were light and exquisite, each reflecting the care and attention of an elder.

The atmosphere was relaxed and warm as everyone chatted and laughed and played with the children.

Zhao Zhao sat on Mo Sangyu's lap, holding a small spoon in her hand, eating in small bites, her eating manners quite refined.

Ling Xueyuan and Rong Yanzhi sat opposite each other, watching this scene with smiles never stopping on their faces. They liked it no matter how they looked at it.

I wonder if Yu'er was this well-behaved when she was little. She's such a lovely little cutie.

After the banquet, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Mo Sangyu coaxed Zhao Zhao to sleep, but she leaned against the window and gazed at the moonlight for a long time. Her heart was filled with turmoil, but she was not flustered.

The next day, before dawn, Mo Sangyu was woken up by everyone.

Everyone was dressed neatly and waiting outside.

Hot water, bath tub, perfume, and flower petals were all prepared.

She was surrounded and immersed in hot water, bathed in fragrant water, and then dressed in her wedding gown layer by layer.

The makeup artist was specially invited by Rong Xuanci. Her technique was skillful; she drew eyebrows, painted hair, applied powder and rouge, and the whole process was smooth and effortless.

The rooms next door were filled with dowry chests, made of mahogany, sandalwood, and golden nanmu, stacked neatly in rows.

Silks and satins, gold and silver utensils, ancient books and paintings, elixirs and even several boxes of Zhaozhao's little clothes were prepared.

It didn't feel like a daughter's wedding at all; it was more like half of the entire Rong clan was moved there as a dowry.

As Mo Sangyu looked at the makeup gradually taking shape in the mirror and listened to the sounds of people outside directing the movement of boxes, she felt somewhat dazed.

Feng Mian put the last gold hairpin on her head, then whispered in her ear, "Miss, it's time to go see Master and Madam."

Mo Sangyu stood up, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, her silver hair piled high, and walked out of the room surrounded by people.

In the main hall, Rong Yanzhi and Ling Xueyuan sat at the head of the table. Zhao Zhao was held in Ling Xueyuan's arms, unusually quiet, as if she knew that today was an important day.

Mo Sangyu walked in, stopped in front of the two elders, bent her knees slightly, and performed a proper bow.

Ling Xueyuan's tears fell instantly. She wanted to say something but choked up. She just reached out and held her hand tightly.

Rong Yanzhi sat beside her and said in a hoarse voice, "Yu'er, remember to come back to the Rong clan to visit your mother whenever you have time."

Mo Sangyu nodded gently: "Father, Mother, I will."

"Take care, little sister."

Rong Xuanci was actually somewhat reluctant to part with it.

Such an outstanding younger sister, she was only found not long ago, and she's already getting married...

"If he bullies you or treats you badly in the future, be sure to tell your brother. Your brother is always ready to take you home."

Mo Sangyu looked at him, her heart warmed: "Okay, I'll remember."

Suddenly, a commotion arose outside, and someone shouted, "The wedding procession is here!"

The entire Rong tribe erupted in excitement, with the sounds of firecrackers, bells, and cheers mingling together, making one's eardrums tingle.

Mo Sangyu was helped up, her veil fell, and her vision was enveloped in crimson. She took a deep breath and steadied her heartbeat.

Feng Xingyu, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, stood outside the Rong Clan's mountain gate, with a huge aerial float behind him, carved entirely from spirit wood.

The outer wall is covered with vibrant vines and colorful flowers, from white lilies of the valley to crimson peonies, intertwining to create a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

Slender tassels and silver bells hang from the roof of the car, tinkling as the wind blows.

The interior of the carriage was covered with thick brocade cushions, and lanterns made of warm jade hung in the four corners, casting a soft, warm glow that enveloped the entire carriage in a warm golden halo.

The float was pulled by four pure white spirit beasts, each with a golden bell around its neck, making a clear and melodious sound with every step.

Feng Xingyu stepped down from the float, his steps steady and quick. He walked through the Rong Clan's long corridor and stopped at the entrance of the main hall.

He walked up to Mo Sangyu, his voice low and tinged with a smile only she could hear: "Ayu, I've come to pick you up."

"it is good."

Mo Sangyu instinctively bent down, and he was steadily supported and carried on his back, step by step, out of the main hall.

Amidst the smiling and blessing gazes of the crowd, we walked through the long corridor, past the mountains covered in red ribbons and flower balls.

He placed her in the flower-decorated carriage, climbed onto the spirit beast, and with a low shout, the carriage slowly rose and hovered in mid-air.

The wedding procession and the bride's procession joined together and set off in a grand procession.

Leading the way were flower-decorated floats, followed by dozens of wooden carriages filled with the Rong ethnic group's dowry chests, piled high, topped with red silk and gleaming gold.

Starting from the Rong Clan's mountain gate, head east along the central axis of Cangxuan Realm.

Along the way, the hillsides were filled with people of all ethnic groups who had come after hearing the news. Some waved, some cheered, and some threw flower petals into the air, creating a rain of flowers that fell from both sides.

Mo Sangyu lifted a corner of her veil and looked out through the window.

People thronged the mountains and fields, and petals fell from the sky onto the roof of the flower cart, the tassels, and Feng Xingyu's shoulders.

He rode on the spirit beast, his back straight, his red robe fluttering in the wind, his profile bathed in a soft, warm light from the sunlight.

The group moved at a moderate pace, taking their time, and arrived steadily at the gate of the Yun Clan before the auspicious time.

The entire Cloud City was newly decorated with red silk and gold. From the city walls to the towers, from the streets to the palace gates, everywhere was adorned with flower balls and lanterns, and even the stone steps were covered with a thick layer of brocade.

The gates of the Yun clan were wide open, and the two sides were filled with clansmen who came to welcome the bride. Everyone was dressed in bright clothes and had a smile on their face.

Yun Wangshu stood at the front, dressed in formal attire, her face gentle and composed.

This time, Rong Huaijin didn't stay by her side. Instead, he found a secluded rooftop and stayed there, like an outsider, casually watching the lively scene below that didn't belong to him.

The float slowly landed on the open ground in front of the mountain gate. Feng Xingyu got off, walked to the door, and reached out his hand to Mo Sangyu.

Mo Sangyu placed her hand in his palm, which he gently grasped, and steadily led her off the float.

As her feet touched the brocade, cheers erupted like a tidal wave, golden bells jingled all over the mountain, and red silk fluttered in the air.

Feng Xingyu held her hand tightly and led her step by step up the stone steps of the Yun Clan.

Mo Sangyu couldn't see his expression through the veil, but from the warmth of his palms and the rhythm of his steps, she felt a sense of security and peace she had never felt before.

At the end of the stone steps, the main hall of the Yun clan stood open, the room brightly lit, reflecting the red silk and the smiling eyes of relatives and friends.

The auspicious time is just right.

The two stepped into the main hall side by side, and were greeted by a high platform covered with a red carpet for the wedding ceremony.

The master of ceremonies' loud and clear voice pierced through the noise and echoed in the spacious hall.

"We bow to heaven and earth, with mountains and rivers as witnesses, our marriage is ordained by heaven."

The two turned to face the vast world outside the hall and bowed deeply in respect.

"Bowing twice to our parents, to express our gratitude for their kindness and protection."

They turned to face Yun Wangshu, who was seated in a high position, and together with several representatives of the Rong clan, respectfully kowtowed.

"Husband and wife bow to each other, wishing that from now on, year after year, they will be of one heart and one mind, and stay together until their hair turns white."

The two stood facing each other, bowing solemnly through the fluttering red veil and the hem of their wedding dresses.

"The ceremony is complete; escort them to the bridal chamber!"

With a final shout, thunderous cheers and applause erupted inside the hall.

Feng Xingyu took her hand and led her steadily into the inner room amidst a shower of festive petals.

The heavy, carved wooden door slowly closed behind us, shutting out all the noise and bustle.

The flickering red candles cast overlapping silhouettes throughout the room, and the air was filled with the sweet fragrance of acacia.

Mo Sangyu raised her eyes and met a pair of deep black eyes filled with countless starlight and endless tenderness.

Feng Xingyu gazed at her stunningly beautiful face, unable to conceal the smile in his eyes.

He leaned down and, in the flickering candlelight, kissed her lips with reverence and tenderness.

……

Inside the main hall.

The wedding banquet officially began, and the scene was lively and extraordinary.

The guests from the Yun and Rong clans lined up on either side.

Yun Jin, Yun Xian'er, Yun Chen, Yun Yao, and others were all present.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts, laughter and cheerful conversation filled the air, the aroma of wine mingling with the fragrance of the dishes.

During the banquet, the people from the Nine Provinces Mainland sat at several separate tables.

Gu Jinzhi sat next to Wen Zhixia, serving her food from time to time.

Yan Qing sat next to Feng Mian, moving his chopsticks faster than anyone else, muttering, "The food in Cangxuan Realm is really something else," without stopping despite being glared at by Feng Mian several times.

Yuan Zhao and Han Xiao toasted each other with wine jugs, and after a few drinks, they became more talkative, reminiscing about the past and laughing heartily.

Chu Canglan sat beside Yin Yue, bending down to peel shrimp for her. After peeling one, he put it in her bowl, without eating any himself.

Yueying sat next to Feng Tingye, chatting and laughing with Ada and Ayi beside her.

Luo Ming sat down next to Jiang Shiyu.

After watching the entire wedding, Jiang Shiyu's brows and eyes were filled with envy. Luo Ming noticed this and leaned down to whisper a few words in her ear, causing a suspicious blush to appear on Jiang Shiyu's face.

Lu Jin sat at the end of the table, slowly sipping his wine, his gaze occasionally sweeping over the crowd, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Mo Sangwan sat next to Ya Zi, her bowl piled high with food, but she barely touched her chopsticks, her gaze fixed on the direction Mo Sangyu and Feng Xingyu had left, lost in thought.

Ya Zi noticed her unusual behavior, put down his wine glass, tilted his head, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Don't you like the food?"

Mo Sangwan withdrew her gaze, turned to look at him, a hint of serious confusion in her eyes: "I've seen Sister Fengmian get married, Sister Yueying get married, Brother Yuan Zhao and Brother Han Xiao get married, and now Sister and His Majesty are also married..."

She paused for a moment, then tilted her head and asked, "So, when are Wanwan and Brother Yazi getting married?"

Ya Zi abruptly stopped picking up food with his chopsticks.

He glanced around instinctively and, finding no one paying attention, breathed a slight sigh of relief. He then looked down at her with a complex expression.

He was silent for a moment, then lowered his voice and asked, "Does Wanwan want to get married?"

Mo Sangwan looked at him and nodded very seriously: "If it's Brother Ya Zi, Wanwan wants to marry him."

In that instant, Ya Zi's eyes felt as if something had gently pricked them, leaving a heavy and stinging sensation.

His throat bobbed, but he only sighed softly in the end. He reached out and touched the top of her head, his voice gentle and soft: "Wanwan is still young. In two years, if Wanwan still wants to marry me, then your brother Yazi will agree, okay?"

Mo Sangwan blinked, seemingly considering his words carefully, and after a moment nodded solemnly: "Okay, it's settled then."

Ya Zi looked at her innocent face and curled the corners of his mouth.

He withdrew his hand, picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and stared at the distant lights, remaining silent for a long time.

the other side.

After fulfilling his duties, Yun Yihe left the banquet, carrying a wine jug as he walked out of the mountain gate.

A night breeze swept in, carrying the coolness of the mountain grass and trees, dispersing most of the smell of wine and noise in the hall.

He walked down the stone steps a few steps, stopped by a secluded stone railing, tilted his head back, took a swig of wine, and exhaled a puff of white breath.

The city of Yunzhong at the foot of the mountain was brightly lit, and the long street was lined with banquets. People sat together eating and drinking, and their laughter carried from afar, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

But Yun Yihe leaned against the stone railing, looking at the lights and crowds, but felt that the liveliness was separated from him by a layer, and he could not blend in no matter what.

He took another sip of wine, the liquid sliding down his throat, cool and tasteless.

It was as if he was the one excluded, the one who was superfluous.

At that moment, he suddenly felt incredibly lonely.

Not interesting.

He was about to move to another spot to continue drinking when he caught a glimpse of what was happening below the stone steps out of the corner of his eye, and he immediately narrowed his eyes dangerously.

I never expected there would be such a person in Cloud City.

He carried the wine jug and slowly walked downstairs.