The wedding was livestreamed by the sister, revealing his identity as a Taoist priest.

The entire exhibition hall seemed to have been paused.

Everyone's attention shifted from the "Phoenix Perching on the Wutong Tree" dress on the runway to the direction of the entrance.

Uncle Liu stood there, his voice trembling with excitement.

"The first betrothal gift has been delivered to the entrance of Jianglan Center."

Shen Nianqing's eyelashes fluttered.

She lowered her hand from the armrest and stood up.

Pei Jingchuan maintained his handing gesture, but his expression gradually turned cold.

Chen Xiaoyu's mind exploded.

Have the betrothal gifts arrived?

Now?

Here?

Her brother's betrothal gifts were delivered to this top global fashion exhibition?

The next second, Chen Xiaoyu made a decision that she herself hadn't expected.

She took out her phone and turned on the live stream.

"My darlings!"

Chen Xiaoyu's live stream usually only has a few hundred viewers, but today, because she stopped broadcasting for a day, her fans are cursing and complaining in the group chat.

The broadcast started suddenly, and a few dozen people joined.

[What did you do yesterday, host?]

Where's the script?

【Cocoa?】

"Don't rush, I'll show you something big today."

Chen Xiaoyu lowered her voice.

"I'm at Shen Nianqing's house right now, no, at a fashion show, and Shen Nianqing is right next to me."

The comments section paused for two seconds.

Then it exploded.

【? ? ? 】

Which Shen Nianqing?

[That trending topic? Are you making that up?]

[Host, are you just trying to ride the wave of popularity?]

[Hilarious! A small-time streamer with a few hundred followers is trying to scam a billionaire heiress.]

"I didn't stage an accident!"

Chen Xiaoyu became anxious.

"Shen Nianqing is my sister-in-law! My own brother's fiancée!"

The live chat instantly erupted with "hahahahaha".

This is hilarious!

[Host, wake up!]

[It is recommended to go to the psychiatric department of a hospital.]

[Everyone online is guessing who Shen Nianqing's fiancé is, and you, a streamer with only a few hundred followers, claim he's your brother? That's outrageous! Open the door for something so outrageous!]

Chen Xiaoyu gritted her teeth.

She turned the camera around.

In the scene, Shen Nianqing is turning to the side and talking to Uncle Liu.

That face, recognized by everyone online, was now right in front of me, its features so clear they were completely unfiltered.

The live stream went silent instantly.

Then the number of online users started to jump.

Thirty, one hundred, five hundred, two thousand, eight thousand...

[Holy crap, is it really Shen Nianqing?! ...

[This isn't photoshopped, is it? Let me see.]

[This angle, this lighting, this face—it can't be faked!]

[Wait, wait, wait, are you serious, streamer? Your brother is that fiancé?]

【No way, Xiaoyu, tell me quickly, this is fake!】

The number of online users is still skyrocketing.

Someone shared the live stream link in various gossip groups.

Within two minutes, the number of online users exceeded 50,000.

Chen Xiaoyu didn't have time to read the comments.

Because the situation in the exhibition hall is changing.

Pei Jingchuan took a step back, his gaze falling on Shen Nianqing, and a smile returned to his lips.

"bride price?"

There was a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Sending betrothal gifts on this occasion is quite ingenious."

The eldest grandson of the He family, who was standing nearby, came over at some point.

His eyes met briefly with those of the second young master of the Lu family and the Zhou family member standing in the aisle of the audience on the side.

Young Master Lu twirled the prayer beads in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft.

"Since this is a gift of betrothal gifts, please come in."

He glanced around.

"With so many people here, it's good for everyone to see Miss Shen's fiancé's feelings, right?"

The eldest grandson of the He family nodded in agreement.

"Yes, let's share in the joy."

The Zhou family member scoffed without saying a word, but his expression was even more irritating than if he had spoken.

It's obvious they want to see us make a fool of ourselves.

Of the hundreds of people in the audience, half were watching Shen Nianqing's reaction, while the other half were whispering among themselves.

Shen Nianqing turned her head.

Her gaze swept over the three young masters, Lu Er Gongzi and his companion, without any extra emotion.

"Uncle Liu."

"exist."

"Let them in."

Four words: plain and ordinary.

Uncle Liu accepted the order and turned around.

Chen Xiaoyu gripped her phone tightly, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat.

Brother, what exactly is your betrothal gift?

Just don't embarrass yourself.

Seriously, just don't embarrass yourself.

The live stream chat is going crazy with comments.

【It's here! It's here! It's here!】

[Live broadcast of the betrothal gifts! What an incredible story!]

I really want to know what kind of gift Miss Shen's fiancé will give!

[Host, what incredible luck you had in your past life!]

[We've reached 200,000 online users!!!]

I'm eagerly awaiting either a face-slapping moment or a complete social disaster; I'd love to see either one.

The main entrance to the exhibition hall was pushed open from the outside.

Nine people, in a single file, filed in.

He wore a dark blue robe with silver embroidery, a shawl draped over his shoulders, and a silk sash around his waist.

Their steps were synchronized and neither hurried nor slow.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

"Taoist priest?"

"Was the person delivering the betrothal gifts a Taoist priest?"

"Am I seeing things? Is this cosplay or something?"

"Shen Nianqing's fiancé... hired a group of Taoist priests to deliver betrothal gifts?"

The eldest grandson of the He family couldn't help but turn his head and laugh out loud.

The Zhou family member burst into laughter, honking like a goose.

Young Master Lu didn't smile, but the curve of his lips said it all.

"interesting."

"That's really interesting."

Chen Xiaoyu's heart sank.

Finished!

The live stream chat was buzzing with laughter.

[Hahaha! A Taoist priest is delivering betrothal gifts!]

[What kind of approach is this?! It's incredibly creative!]

[Those from the mountains are definitely different; the local customs are so strong.]

The laughter from everyone hadn't stopped yet.

In the front corner, a man suddenly stood up.

The chair slid back half a meter, making a screeching sound.

The entire audience paused for a moment and looked over.

That person was none other than Marco Bellini, the chief designer from Italy.

He stared intently at the robes worn by the leading disciple, his face visibly draining of color.

"Wait a moment."

His voice trembled.

"What they're wearing..."

"This weaving technique...this is..."

Marco Bellini took two steps forward, his glasses nearly slipping off his nose.

His fingers trembled as he pointed to the shawl on the shoulder of the leading disciple.

"Kesi (silk tapestry)".

His voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in his throat.

"No...it's not just kesi (silk tapestry)..."

He abruptly turned to look at his assistant beside him, his eyes gleaming with almost frenzied intensity.

"This is the ancient kesi weaving technique, the kind where an inch of kesi is worth an inch of gold! The accompanying silver thread flow... My God, this is the 'thunder pattern lock needle technique' that has been lost for two hundred years!"

The laughter in the room seemed to be cut off by a knife.

Everyone stood there, stunned.

Marco Bellini walked up to the disciple without a second thought, bent down, and almost pressed his face against his sleeve.

"The silk sash around the waist... is five-colored, but not dyed with ordinary dyes; it's mineral-dyed, using..."

He suddenly straightened up, his voice rising an octave.

"I've seen it at the British Museum!"

"I've only seen a small fragment!"

"They told me that nobody in the world can weave something like this anymore!"

Dead silence.

Utter silence.

The eldest grandson of the He family's smile froze on his face; the corners of his mouth were still upturned, but the smile in his eyes had vanished.

The Zhou family member's goose-like honking stopped abruptly, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

The second young master Lu stopped beading his bracelet.

Marco Bellini turned around and glanced at everyone who had just been laughing.

His expression was complex, as if he were looking at a group of idiots holding lighters standing in front of a famous painting.

Were you laughing just now?

No one answered.

"Nine people, nine robes."

Marco Bellini held up his finger, his voice carrying the exaggerated tone characteristic of Italians.

"Each piece has a different weaving method, embroidery pattern, and stitching, but the style is unified, and they all come from the same system..."

"In terms of craftsmanship alone, any one of these nine garments is exceptional!"

He paused for a moment.

Then he looked at the "Phoenix Perching on the Wutong Tree" in the glass display case.

"It will only be better than that one!"

Chen Xiaoyu's hand holding the phone suddenly trembled.

The number of viewers in the live stream has exceeded one million.

What? Did I hear that right?

[Is one garment equivalent to that unpriced finale piece? There are nine pieces on display?]

I'm bad at math, but I know this is expensive!

Where is the person who was laughing just now? Does their face hurt?

[This is just the clothing worn by the people delivering the betrothal gifts! Clothes! Not the betrothal gifts themselves!]

Chen Xiaoyu's pupils contracted slightly.

Correct.

These nine robes are not betrothal gifts!

It is the "work clothes" of the person delivering the betrothal gifts.

The betrothal gifts themselves haven't arrived yet.

She subconsciously looked at Shen Nianqing.

Shen Nianqing stood there, a very faint smile playing on her lips.

Pei Jingchuan's expression finally changed.

His assistant leaned in to say something, but was deterred by a single look from him.

The nine disciples stood still, and the leader stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and spoke in a clear voice.

"A disciple personally instructed by the Taiqing Palace has come to deliver the first betrothal gift."

"The betrothal gifts are here; please accept them, Miss Shen."