Chapter 3: Chapter 236: The Grand Wedding 2

On the streets of Yanjing City, four flower carriages carrying four brides passed through the city from different directions. Although the common people could not see the brides inside the carriages, they could see the three groomsmen sitting atop tall, majestic horses.

As the three groomsmen passed through the main streets, the commoners stared with wide eyes! And every unmarried girl in all of Yanjing City suffered from a heartache! Among the three groomsmen, no matter which one one married, just how much cultivation must one have had in a past life?

The focus of attention was concentrated even more heavily on Ninth Lord Zhu Youhong. This was because the smile on his face was exceptionally dazzling! Of course, he was also the most beautiful man and the War God, the Ghost King, whom the girls of the Kingdom of Yan most desired to marry!

Among the three, he was the most high-spirited and overcome with joy. Wearing the bright red groom's attire, under the brilliant sunlight, he looked like a god descending to earth atop his handsome horse—elegant, handsome, and riding with such triumphant ease that he blinded the girls with his radiance.

The girls on these streets, let alone becoming his Princess Consort, would likely be willing to be a side consort or even a maidservant. However, the two primary and side consorts inside the flower carriages were simultaneously joyful and anxious; one moment sweet, the next gnashing their teeth. To be able to marry the Ghost King was joyful and sweet, but for two women to marry him together—it was stifling!

Today, the Ghost King's manor was naturally decorated with lanterns and streamers, filled with festive joy everywhere. Everyone had been assigned tasks, but at the auspicious moment of entering the gates, the manor's servants and maids still seized the opportunity to wait outside the main entrance to watch the groom and brides.

"They're coming! They're coming! Ninth Lord is bringing back both the Princess Consort and the Side Consort! Quick, set off the firecrackers!"

The sound of firecrackers erupted deafeningly! However, of the two flower carriages, only one could stop outside the main gate, while the other had to detour to the back gate to enter the main hall.

After the firecrackers had sounded for a long time, the master of ceremonies presiding over the wedding shouted loudly, "The groom kicks the flower carriage!"

Dressed in his groom's attire, the Ghost King Zhu Youhong had long since lightly leaped down from a tall horse adorned with a large red flower carriage. Standing at the entrance of the Ghost King's manor, he stood with hands on his hips, waiting to kick the carriage. Upon hearing the command, his handsome face bloomed with smiles like peach blossoms. He walked to the front of the flower carriage, curled his lips in a devilish manner, and gave a gentle kick with his foot!

The door of the flower carriage was lifted, and the bride, covered by a red veil, reached out her hand. An old woman hurriedly stepped forward to lead her out, but someone nearby teased loudly, "Carry the bride! Carry the bride! The groom carries the bride!"

It turned out that in this era, the bride entering the home was carried in by the groom or an old woman; she could not walk in on her own feet. Commoners were mostly carried personally by the groom, while princes and grandsons of the imperial family, maintaining their noble status, were accustomed to having old women perform the task for them.

However, at this moment, Zhu Youhong personally bent his waist and back, offering his broad shoulders to his bride, waving the old woman aside as he said, "My bride shall be carried by me; you go stand aside."

"Yes, Your Highness." The old woman stepped aside, covering her mouth to steal a laugh.

Linghu Shuiyue's small hand was placed into a large palm; she didn't need to guess to know it was Zhu Youhong's hand. This large hand held her warmly, making her heart tremble with a sense of warmth. As her hand rested in his, the sweetest words he had ever spoken echoed strangely in her ears: "Though we part by life or death, we shall keep our vow. To hold your hand, and grow old with you."

Even though another woman was marrying him at the same time, she was willing to believe in him—to believe that he could give her the promise of one life, one world, and one couple.

How many feelings in this world began with mutual attraction and ended in mutual hatred, simply because of a lack of trust?

As she pressed herself completely against the man's back, letting him carry her step by step into the manor, from this moment on, Linghu Shuiyue believed that her life would be tightly bound to the Ghost King, Ninth Lord—to hold his hand, and grow old with him.