Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) Chapter 477: Wedding day

The Imperial Palace stood as a beacon of authority and magnificence, its spires reaching beyond the stratosphere, shimring under the light of distant nebulae.

On this day, however, the grand halls and soaring archways were cloaked in hues of crimson, transforming the palace into a tapestry of red. It was a spectacle that spoke of celebration, tradition, and power.

The main entrance was an awe-inspiring display. The towering doors, forged from rare starsteel, had been adorned with intricate latticework of scarlet silk, embroidered with golden celestial motifs. Above them, a massive arch glowed faintly, its edges lined with iridescent energy threads pulsating in shades of crimson and gold.

Rows of imperial guards flanked the entrance, their gleaming armour enhanced with red accents for the occasion. They stood like sentinels of a bygone era, their presence lending an air of solemnity to the vibrant celebrations.

Inside the palace, the corridors were alive with activity, every detail ticulously attended to by a small army of staff. They moved swiftly, their uniforms marked with subtle red highlights, ensuring every corner of the palace reflected the gravity and beauty of the union being celebrated.

The walls shimred with cascading banners of deep scarlet, their fabric so finely spun it seed to ripple like liquid fire. Each banner bore the imperial crest, frad by depictions of interstellar constellations.

The central hall itself was the heart of the festivities. A circular ceiling gave way to a transparent do, revealing the vastness of space overhead. Streams of red light danced across the do, choreographed to mimic the birth of stars.

In the centre of the hall stood an elevated platform draped in shimring red, awaiting the couple who would unite under the watchful gaze of the cosmos.

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the tranquil pool, where Xiang Yu had just completed his deep cleansing routine.

Water clung to his skin, droplets cascading down his sculpted torso, glistening like tiny jewels in the soft light. He stepped onto the stone patio, each movent fluid and graceful.

The steward rushed over, his heart apparent in the crease of his brow. He held a luxurious silk gown, the fabric shimring like moonlight on water.

The old man resembled a worried father, hands trembling slightly as he extended the gown toward Xiang Yu. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice tinged with both concern and love.

Xiang Yu’s lips curled into a gentle smile, the warmth in his eyes radiating pure determination. "Yes, I am sure," he replied firmly, the conviction in his voice ringing clear as a bell.

The steward’s gaze deepened, searching Xiang Yu’s face for any signs of doubt. "If he is forcing you, you can tell . We can find a solution." His insistence bore the weight of years spent watching over the young prince, a guardian’s heart brimming with the desire to protect.

Xiang Yu patted the old man’s shoulder, a gesture wrought with affection. "I love him," he confessed, each word a tender promise. "I want to spend the rest of my life with him."

The steward’s breath caught as he absorbed the admission, his heart swelling with an unexpected mix of pride and sadness. Xiang Yu’s openness left him montarily at a loss. Sighing heavily, he warned, "If he doesn’t treat you well, you shouldn’t endure it alone. You should tell ."

Touched by such loyalty, Xiang Yu reached out, enveloping the steward in a warm embrace. "You have been more of a father to than my own father," he whispered, deep gratitude lacing his voice. Their bond transcended that of blood. It was a connection forged through countless shared monts, heartaches and joys.

Startled, the steward found his hands hovering mid-air, gazing into blank space as mories flooded back. How long had he known Xiang Yu? Since the day he took his first breath, he realized.

Never had the spoiled prince shown such vulnerability by sharing a simple hug. Seated in silence, the old man felt a tide of emotions washing over him, a bittersweet ache blossoming in his chest.

With a soft pat on Xiang Yu’s back, he promised, "Your Highness, if you ever need , I am right here."

The mont lingered, then Xiang Yu pulled away, his smile bright yet bittersweet. "Thank you," he said softly, and suddenly the steward felt a void.

"No, no need for that," the steward replied quickly, gathering his composure. "Let’s get ready before we miss the auspicious ti."

Together, they left the serene embrace of the pool. As Xiang Yu was led toward his chamber, fragrant body oil was applied to his skin, enveloping him in a delicate aroma. Yet, beneath the sweet scents and silk fabrics, an unfamiliar sensation settled over him.

The absence of hair left his skin feeling strangely exposed, a cold chill creeping over his arms and legs, spreading to his heart. He shivered slightly. Even his armpits felt bare, uncomfortable against the silk.

Behind the elegant folding screen, Xiang Yu erged, clad in delicate undergarnts crafted from fine silk. The garnts clung to his form, accentuating his youthful grace. He stepped softly onto the polished wooden floor and moved to the dresser, where a warm light illuminated his reflection.

The steward, always vigilant, organized the maids. "Get to work on his hair and makeup," he instructed, his tone both firm and gentle. Xiang Yu settled onto the chair, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety.

The maids fluttered around him like butterflies, their hands working deftly in his hair, shaping it into an elaborate style, while others ticulously tended to his nails.

Just as the atmosphere filled with the aroma of jasmine and rose, Xiang Yu’s communicator buzzed on the dresser. He turned his head slightly, curiosity flickering in his eyes. "Hex, check who it is," he instructed, his heart racing at the thought of who might be reaching out.

"It’s Han Xin," Hex replied an edge of annoyance in its tone.

Before Xiang Yu could react, the steward reached over and took the communicator from him, his expression levelling with authority. "It’s bad luck to speak to the groom on the wedding day," he firmly stated, catching Xiang Yu off guard.

Surprise widened Xiang Yu’s eyes. "But we have made vows to each other. I already have a ring," he protested, a hint of disappointnt tingeing his voice.

The steward regarded him for a mont. "That reminds ," he said, his hand outstretched. "You need to give the ring. You will get it back during the ceremony."