The Empress's No.1 Lackey

Chapter 1294 686: Epilogue: The Grand Wedding (Part 2)

"First, the fate of Master Gu Huo is unknown. Whether he is dead or alive, this old Taoist priest poses no threat now. I merely wish to thank him in person... and say, 'Taoist, you truly are a good man.' With a earnest expression."

"Second, Pei Niannu is unwilling to return to the Capital with me, choosing instead to remain alone in the Mubei Forest, preparing to end her days there... until she is utterly dissipated...

Ah, writing this reminds me of a major event I almost forgot: the space rift. After much deliberation, I decided to seal it.

Although I considered keeping this entrance for a future attempt to return to Earth, but... since I have a new life here, why cling to the past?

As for whether this rift will reappear in the future, it remains unknown. We'll have to wait for the 'Disaster Star' to descend again in several hundred years, but that's a distant issue, let's leave it to the wisdom of future generations."

"Third, there is Old Xu... Before reincarnation, he never mentioned where he might be born, but I think, should he be reincarnated and return, he will eventually come to the Capital. Perhaps this time, I can guide him into the path of cultivation..."

In the study room.

A proportionate hand placed the writing brush back onto the brush rack.

The summer wind blew in from the open window, drying the ink, causing the paper to rustle as it finally came together.

On the cover, big characters stood out: "Diary of a Decent Person."

Zhao Douan smiled with satisfaction, admiring his handiwork, when he heard the lively voice of a maid from outside the door:

"Master, the old lady is calling for you. Any later and we might miss the hour!"

Zhao Douan replied helplessly, "Coming."

Today, the entire Zhao Mansion was adorned with red silk and lanterns. Before dawn, the entire household was bustling for the day's grand event. Preparations, in fact, had started half a month ago.

Not just the Zhao Residence, but the entire Capital, even all of Yu Country, had heard of the day's significant event some days before:

Mr. Zhao is to marry Her Majesty today!

...

In the side chamber.

Having achieved the status of Human Immortal, Zhao Douan was like a marionette, being seated in front of the mirror by You Jinhua, allowing her to groom him.

Finally, when the last step was completed, You Jinhua stood behind her stepson, looking at the handsome young man in the mirror, her eyes involuntarily turned red.

"Aunt, why are you crying?" Zhao Douan asked.

You Jinhua hastily turned her head, wiped away tears with the back of her hand, and replaced them with a radiant smile:

"It's happiness, pure happiness."

After countless trials, her Dalang, who had long been considered her own, was finally forming a marriage bond. How could she not be happy?

At this moment, the door of the side room was pushed open, and Zhao Paner, wearing a brand-new dress, adorned with hairpins, and followed by a Pekingese, pushed the door open, exclaiming loudly:

"Mother! Brother! The wedding procession is here!"

Outside the residence, sounds of knocking and clattering resounded, as hundreds of people dressed in festive attire, who, upon closer examination, appeared clad as Jinyi Captains from the imperial court, were arriving.

In the surrounding alleys, the area had long been under strict surveillance, and distinguished families' members stood outside their doors to watch the ceremony.

Clad in a red robe and dressed as a groom, Zhao Douan, surrounded by his stepmother and sister, walked out of the mansion and witnessed the scene.

Hou Renmeng, Shen Juan, and Qian Kerou, each holding a large red flower of embroidered silk, gleamed with bright smiles: "My lord!"

In the back, Zhang Han, Haitang, and other Masters laughed and chatted, paying their respects:

"Greetings to the Prince Consort!"

Zhao Douan rolled his eyes, joking, "It's good you didn't bring a bridal sedan chair."

"We wouldn't dare." The little secretary cheekily tied a large red silk ball onto his chest.

The Empress is getting married.

Unprecedented in history.

The ceremonial procedures vexed a large group of officials in the Ministry of Rites.

Especially as, were it an ordinary Prince Consort, it would be one thing, but the Imperial Consort happened to be the most renowned individual, even surpassing Her Majesty, and the foremost cultivator of the time.

The true pillar of the Great Yu Kingdom.

Finally, it was decided that the ceremonies would follow the male-female marriage process, though the banquet would be held in the Imperial Palace.

"I see you all are indeed quite bold." Zhao Douan laughed heartily, leaping gracefully, flipping onto a pure white horse devoid of any blemish within the procession.

In front of Zhao Mansion, the sound of firecrackers crackled incessantly.

Zhao Douan rode on horseback, leading a grand procession of the Capital's Kings Yan, proudly parading towards the Imperial Palace.

On both sides of Vermilion Bird Street, guarded by the Imperial Guards, countless citizens held flower baskets, watching the ceremony.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Zhao Douan rode the white horse into the Imperial City.

Outside the Meridian Gate, numerous officials, the entire civil and martial court, formed rows to greet them.

Dong Xuan, Yuann Li, Ma Yan, Xue Shence, Hai Chunlin... familiar faces turned towards the white horse, congratulating in unison:

"Welcome, Prince Consort!"

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In the Empress's bedchamber.

The curtains hung low, and sandalwood incense curled into the air.

The bedroom door was open, with palace maids bustling back and forth, a scene of lively activity.

Before the dressing mirror, Xu Zhenguan sat with a straight back, her beautiful eyes gazing into the copper mirror at herself.

The woman in the mirror could be described as a peerless beauty, a blend of ethereal fairy and regal majesty, akin to a goddess in the mortal world.

Only a goddess would be worthy of the world's foremost mortal deity.

"Your Majesty, you look beautiful."

In the mirror, Mo Chou, fixing the last hairpin into the raven-black hair behind her, remarked to the attire-clad Empress in splendid bridal wear.

Xu Zhenguan smiled, slowly rose, turning around. Today, she bore none of an emperor's expected dignity, resembling rather an ordinary bride.

The gaze she directed at Mo Chou wasn't one toward a maid but an intimate friend.

Xu Zhenguan took Mo Chou's hand, her look sincere, her voice gentle: "Do you still dislike him now?"