Chapter 6: Chapter 002: Can't Even Get Married in Peace

"Whether things are stable or not isn't for anyone else to decide. Right now, Ye Jun is completely infatuated with me; whatever I say, he will agree to." Mu Xinyue gave a disdainful laugh. The Mu family would be destroyed by her sooner or later, so she didn't care about the present.

"Do you truly think Ye Jun is infatuated with you?" From behind the curtain, a man in black leaned against the bed and spoke indifferently.

"What do you mean by that?" Mu Xinyue's face turned cold. She stared at the man behind the curtain, her inner rage nearly uncontrollable, though she could not show it on the surface.

"Don't forget that behind him stands the Yin-Yang School. Ye Jun's eastern tour is imminent. I think you should have an opportunity; don't disappoint me." The corners of the man's mouth curled slightly as he vanished from the bed.

Mu Xinyue clenched her fists, a sinister expression flashing across her face. She turned to look at the Yin-Yang Pavilion not far away—the stronghold of the Yin-Yang School. *One day, I will make you all disappear.*

Just then,

"Mu Xinyue, you actually dare to go back on your word!" Mu Tangfeng, who had returned, came running back in a hurry, speaking with fury.

"Go back on my word? Who exactly is going back on their word?" Mu Xinyue looked at them coldly. *To threaten me for the sake of so-called interests, and even to deal with me through betrayal... it seems you have forgotten who the greatest player is.*

"You! Don't forget, your most beloved wet nurse is still in our hands!" Mu Tangfeng sneered. *If it weren't for the grand plan, would I be so fawning toward you? Don't even think about it. You two are the most useful people in our family. Furthermore, it was I who leaked your weakness; it has absolutely nothing to do with Jin Yue!*

"Heh! So what? What does her life or death have to do with me?" Mu Xinyue stood up from her wheelchair. Her exquisite smile was filled with nothing but chill. Now, Jin Yue had already entered the Sin Domain; none of you can threaten me, because now, the chips are in my hands.

"You..." Mu Tangfeng looked at her, his face full of shock. How could this be? Wasn't she most concerned about that old hag?

"I have nothing more to say! In that case, there is no need for me to stay in the Mu family any longer!" The corners of Mu Xinyue's mouth curled up. A secret door that none of them recognized appeared behind her, and in the blink of an eye, she vanished before their eyes.

"Damn it, we've been played! Now, we must find the entrance to the Sin Domain! Let's go!" Mu Tangfeng said coldly, turning to leave.

On the other side,

The bridal sedan passed through the bustling market and arrived at the Golden Street. Surprisingly, there was not a single person on this street. This caused everyone's hearts to tighten as they heightened their vigilance.

The assassins lying in ambush on the Golden Street watched the approaching sedan. They exchanged knowing glances and surged toward the sedan, intending to kill upon sight!

Sitting in the middle of the sedan, Murong Tong sneered. *Want to kill me? You'll have to see if you have the ability!*

"Protect the Princess Consort! Capture the assassins!" Someone shouted, and immediately, a group of soldiers burst out from several inns to join the fight, causing the men in black to lose their footing for a moment.

"Princess Consort! There is another group that hasn't moved yet! Look!" Qiu Qiu stood outside the sedan window and said. Most of these people were those who did not want Miss to marry Ye Mochen.

"Take it slow. Let them go and kill the third group in secret! Or leave a survivor to play with! That wouldn't be bad either, because I need to know who is behind this," Murong Tong said indifferently. *The Fifth Prince and the Empress are certainly willing to spend heavily! Even the so-called Empress Dowager has come! It seems I am very popular! But who else might be instigating this?*

The Night Territory no longer had that capability, and the Crown Prince had already been deposed, so who else could it be?

"Yes!" Qiu Qiu stood motionless beside the sedan, watching the slaughter. Her task was to protect her master.

Blood splashed, staining the ground red. The wedding matron had already fainted from fright; when had she ever seen such a bloody scene! As the scent of blood drifted, Chi Lian frowned; she disliked this smell, it was strange.

"Qiu Xiang, take them and leave first! I'll handle this!" Qiu Tian said after killing a man, before charging back in again.

"Understood! You! Immediately take the other street! Quick!" With a wave of Qiu Xiang's hand, the chaotic crowd immediately regained order and moved toward the other street. Qiu Xiang watched the fighting, gave a cold snort, and turned to leave. No one who came here today would leave alive. Those who attempted to kill her master would not survive the night.

As soon as they left, they broke through the encirclement. With a whistle, a group of men in black surged from all directions, their killing intent soaring as they attacked the other group of troops. They killed ruthlessly and mercilessly. For a moment, the entire street was dyed red, the smell of blood thick and pungent. They came in a hurry and left in a hurry; in half a quarter of an hour, not a single assassin was left alive!

"Withdraw..." With a single command, they disappeared completely and orderly, and the corpses had vanished without a trace at some unknown point.

"Is it done?" Qiu Tian stood at the street entrance waiting for Qiu Xiang, asking indifferently.

"Mm! Three groups of people! Not a single survivor. But interestingly, the Imperial Noble Consort also participated in this matter," Qiu Xiang nodded, having already changed into a different set of clothes. Thinking of what he had learned, a ruthless smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Then let's go! Miss is still waiting for us. As for this matter, it won't be too late to discuss it after I've investigated it myself!" Qiu Tian turned around and headed toward the next hunting ground, sheathing his long sword and leaving gracefully.

Sitting inside the bridal sedan, Murong Tong seemed to be in a very good mood. The corners of her mouth curled slightly as she recalled the conversation from that day.

"Miss, they have suffered a major setback this time and will not let it go easily. I suspect there will be more ill intentions during the wedding ceremony," Qiu Qiu said indifferently from behind Murong Tong. Currently, the Seventh Prince and the General had both returned, and danger was imminent; she just didn't know what her master would do.

"I know. Go find Qiu Tian; I have something to discuss with him." Murong Tong toyed with a hibiscus flower, her lips curving slightly. Things were becoming more and more interesting. *Heh! I just really want to know who the manipulator behind all this is!*

"Yes." Qiu Qiu nodded and turned to leave. Miss was about to make her move, but who would Miss strike first?

Murong Tong stood up and walked out of the room to look at the flowers. A gust of wind blew, sending petals flying. She reached out and caught a crimson flower; the heart of the flower was as red as dripping blood. She clenched her hand, walked to the stone table, and dropped the flower. Though beautiful, a flower is only a moment; though the time from sprouting to blooming is long, the flowering period is very short. No one can live forever. And Ye Jun is the same; in your pursuit of immortality, you will do anything, so...

With a wave of her hand, a zither appeared. She flicked her sleeve, sat down, and began to play. When Ye Mochen entered the room, this was the scene he saw.

The wind blew quietly, flowers flew and fell in a dance. A lingering fragrance drifted. Playful petals landed on their hair and clothes. Ye Mochen watched quietly, smiling faintly, completely entranced.

"Hehe!" Murong Tong chuckled softly. She stopped, and the music ceased instantly. She turned her head to look at Ye Mochen. *We are tied to the same line now! I wonder how you will feel...*

"Mochen! Tell me, for our grand wedding, what gifts do you think they will send?" Murong Tong said indifferently. She truly wanted to know!

"Mm! It certainly won't be anything good. I have already had them prepared! Don't worry, I am here," Ye Mochen said softly, burying his head in her neck. *I can finally marry you.*

"Mm! I understand!" Murong Tong smiled faintly, the light flashing in her eyes being very dazzling.

The wind blew again, sleeves fluttering and hair entangling. They kissed under the trees as flowers flew and fell. The fallen flowers suddenly flew up, and even more surprisingly, butterflies flew out from their surroundings, dancing around the two of them.

When the two separated, they looked at the butterflies and smiled at each other. A bold butterfly landed between their hair, fluttering its wings.

The bridal sedan arrived safely at the Prince Zhan Mansion.

The area outside the mansion was incredibly lively, even more so than when the Prince had married, having provoked many people. Firecrackers roared, and the wedding matron offered blessings, signaling for the groom to kick the sedan.

The handsome Ye Mochen, his face full of smiles, walked to the sedan, gave it a gentle kick, opened the curtain, and picked up the bride! This action made everyone envious and jealous!

The group followed them inside. They stepped over the brazier, walked through the thorns, and reached the ceremonial hall. They set Murong Tong down, and each took a red flower.

"The auspicious hour has arrived! The newlyweds shall bow to Heaven and Earth. First bow to Heaven and Earth!" the eunuch shouted in a high-pitched voice.

The two turned simultaneously, bowed to Heaven and Earth, and stood up.

"Second bow to the elders!" Above the hall sat the Imperial Noble Consort! The two bowed. The Imperial Noble Consort nodded with satisfaction.

"Husband and wife, bow to each other!" The eunuch shouted with all his might!

The two faced each other and bowed, then turned back.

"Send them to the bridal chamber..." The final shout was like a demonic sound piercing the ears, announcing that the two had officially become husband and wife!

Just as they were being sent in, a voice broke in.

"I do not agree!" An arrogant female voice rang out, causing everyone present to frown with displeasure.

Upon hearing this voice, Ye Mochen's eyebrows twitched, and a flash of disgust crossed his eyes. *Why is she here?* Thinking of this, he could not help but tighten his grip on Murong Tong's hand. Upon hearing that arrogant voice, Yao Lan Zisu knew that today would not be peaceful.

"I wonder what the Imperial Sister disagrees with? This Prince is marrying the Princess Consort; since when was it your turn, a mere Princess, to point fingers!" Ye Mochen's face turned cold as he stared chillingly at the person walking through the door. *What is An Luo doing here?*

"I simply do not want my Imperial Brother to marry someone of unknown origin as his Princess Consort." An Luo's lips curled up. *Mother said I absolutely cannot let you marry this woman; even if it costs a heavy price, you cannot marry her, even if she must be killed!*

"Unknown origin? Ridiculous. Do you think I don't know? Or are you all pretending not to know?" Ye Mochen snorted. *The Empress, well done. The Empress Dowager is also an old fox. It seems they are afraid!*

"What does Imperial Brother mean by that? If you do not believe my words, I do not mind, but do you not even believe the words of the Empress?" An Luo clenched her fists tightly, glaring death at Yao Lan Zisu beside him.

"Would the Empress not know? She should know better than I. It is because my Tong'er is from the Murong Mansion that the Empress fears I will seize her son's throne in the future. This Prince tells you, even if that position were given to me, I wouldn't care for it!" After Ye Mochen finished speaking, he prepared to carry Murong Tong to the bridal chamber. *That Empress, how could she possibly let her go!*

"How dare you!" An Luo pointed at Ye Mochen, speaking with hatred. *Why? I am not your biological sister, why can't you even look at me once more?*

"Presumptuous! Do you have no respect for this Palace in your eyes? It is not for a fake member of the imperial family like you to criticize my son's bride. Guards, drag her out and give her thirty strokes of the cane!" The Imperial Noble Consort slammed the table in anger, stood up, and spoke coldly. From the situation just now, it seemed Chen'er did not want this bride to take action. Although Chen'er was adopted, she had raised him as her own biological son.

"Imperial Noble Consort, you dare!"