Chapter 278: The Final Volu of I am Liuli Final Chapter: Forgetting Three Lives (Complete)
Xuanji soon knew what Yu Sifeng ant by a "spectacular show" for her.
On the day of the grand wedding, when Xuanji, dressed in her dazzling attire, was escorted out of the courtyard, a series of loud bangs suddenly erupted in the air, startling the bride so much that the red cloth on her head fell off. She looked up and saw a stunning series of fireworks streak across the sky. It was near dusk, the sky slightly darkened, displaying color-changing phoenixes spreading their wings and peacocks opening their fans unpredictably, creating a truly rare and srizing spectacle.
Xuanji was so captivated that she didn’t even care about the veil that had fallen to the ground. He Danping and Linglong scrambled to cover her again, when suddenly from the procession ahead there ca a robust chant, thunderous as if splitting rocks yet impeccably uniform, "A hundred years of good harmony! Growing old together! A hundred years of good harmony! Growing old together!" This caused so of the faint-hearted girls in the crowd to panic, quickly covering their ears.
Xuanji found it both amusing and annoying as she spotted Yu Sifeng riding a sleek dark horse up the hillside. He Danping quickly covered her head again, while Linglong and Zhong Minyan had already rushed over, laughing and chatting with him about the grandeur of his bridal procession, truly a rare sight. Yu Sifeng said with a smile, "The interesting part is still to co, although it might be a bit presumptuous, I couldn’t care less."
Linglong, eager for the excitent, repeatedly asked him what else was fun, but Yu Sifeng just smiled and gave no reply. Finally reaching Xuanji’s side, he dismounted his horse. He Danping handed him the red silk and whispered, "Be careful not to make any more loud noises, the bride isn’t fond of being frightened."
Yu Sifeng agreed with a smile, thinking that Xuanji must be the bride least likely to be scared in the world. The more bizarre the event, the happier she probably was. Words like ’delicate’ would never apply to her.
He led the red silk, amidst a crowd of laughing and chattering people, towards the main hall. Holding the silk, which quivered in his hand, he felt a tender softness from the girl on the other end, like that of a little dove. Suddenly, a deep affection sprouted from the bottom of his heart. Today was their grand wedding after all, his wife, whether fragile or strong, was unique at this mont, irreplaceable, ant to be savored slowly, not hastily or carelessly walked through. From now on, they would be together in everything, never to be apart again.
After the laborious wedding rites of paying respects to the heavens and parents, Chu Lei and He Danping, beaming with joy, held the couple close and imparted many words of advice. Among the guests, Dongfang Qingqi couldn’t resist teasing them, "Little Xuanji, you can’t complain about your father favoring you now, right? Marrying such a desirable groom, you have all the happiness to look forward to."
The bridal veil stifled Xuanji so much that she found it hard to breathe, and although she heard all the talking and laughing outside, the festiveness was unbearable because she couldn’t even lift her head. She hated the veil more than anything at that mont, wishing she could tear it off and join in the laughter effortlessly. Just then, she heard that gifts were being announced. Given her lavish wedding as the cherished daughter of the Shaoyang Sect Leader, various sects had sent mountains of gifts, exotic treasures, divine weapons, and an array of animals, a truly eye-opening collection, so the ntion of gifts didn’t invoke any reaction from Xuanji.
Speaking of which, among the many gifts, her favorite was a white gibbon sent by Dongfang Qingqi. It was said that its blood could cure all diseases, but the little gibbon’s yipping and yapping made it sound so adorable yet pitiful that no one could bear to harm it, so they decided to keep it as a pet. Valley Master Rong of Dianjing Valley still sent a divine weapon, a pair of Mandarin Duck daggers. The male dagger was pitch-black and lusterless yet so sharp that it could cut hair upon slight contact, and it emitted an intense chill, truly a rare and formidable weapon. The female dagger, on the other hand, was the exact opposite, completely pink as if made from crystal and agate, exquisitely beautiful, but whether it was practical was yet to be determined.
Chu Lei heard that soone had sent a gift and hurriedly ordered it to be brought in, but he also felt so puzzlent. The wedding ceremony had already concluded, yet there were still guests who had not arrived, truly an unprecedented occurrence.
A little while later, Du Minxing ca in swiftly, holding a sandalwood box, and said, "Master, there is a child at the foot of the mountain who says he was entrusted by soone to deliver this congratulatory gift. I could not determine who the sender was, nor did I dare to open it myself. Please decide what should be done, Master."
Chu Lei uttered an "Oh
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