As night fell, a wedding was quietly completed in the Gu King Palace.
Mu Yun'an was sitting on the wedding couch wearing a complicated wedding dress, her waist straight, the red hijab covering all the desolation in her eyes, and the crystal tears fell drop by drop on the back of her hands.
It was obviously a happy day, but the entire Gu Palace was eerily quiet, especially when they were worshiping just now. Except for Jun Limo's trembling voice, no other sound could be heard.
The most important wedding in her life, there were no firecrackers, no congratulations, no dowry or betrothal gifts.
She just got married, to a man who had lived for a hundred years.
Although she already knew that this was her fate, Mu Yunan could not help but feel sad. It was not that she would not fight, but that she had no choice.
Mu Yunan closed her eyes and hid all her sorrow in her heart. Suddenly, she heard a creak and someone walked in.
But her heart was already as gray as ashes, and there was no wave at all. She listened to the slow footsteps coming, and a pair of cloud boots fell under her eyes.
The man standing in front of her seemed to have the aura of a king. Mu Yun'an felt that this aura was somewhat familiar, making her feel on pins and needles.
What was even stranger was that Wu Xuanye stood there without taking off the hijab on her head or speaking.
She didn't know how long she had been silent, but Mu Yunan couldn't sit still anymore. She moved her body, and saw a pair of beautiful hands reaching out from the hanging hijab and pinching a corner of the hijab.
Immediately afterwards, the red hijab was lifted. Mu Yunan still lowered her eyes, and her eyes slowly moved upward from the man's boots.
Suddenly, the dragon and phoenix wedding candles in the room flickered, and then the light dimmed a bit. Just when Mu Yun'an thought the candles were about to go out, the light in the room suddenly became brighter.
Like light emerging from darkness.
Mu Yun'an raised her head and caught the eye of the man opposite her. When she saw the face clearly, she was stunned for a moment.
Where is Wu Xuanye standing in front of her? This is clearly Xiao Chengyi's face!
Is it an illusion?
But the person she was going to marry today was obviously Wu Xuanye, how could she become Xiao Chengyi?
Mu Yun'an was in a daze for a while before he realized what he was doing. He said in a somewhat disappointed tone: "Actually, you don't have to be like this. No matter how much you pretend to look like him, you are still not him."
She thought Wu Xuanye was afraid of her resistance, so he disguised himself as Xiao Chengyi and came to have a wedding with her.
"Oh? Then take a closer look, who am I?"
The man leaned over and grabbed Mu Yun'an's earlobe, and the clear and sweet music slowly spread in her ears.
Mu Yun'an suddenly shivered, and the all-too-familiar fragrance of green wood lingered on the tip of her nose. She was shocked and her whole body seemed to be petrified.
This familiar smell and feeling clearly belong to Xiao Chengyi.
But why is he here?
Mu Yunan's eyes widened, looking at the enlarged handsome face in front of her. She seemed not to believe that everything in front of her was real, so she reached out and touched the man's face.
There are no traces of disguise.
Mu Yun'an's eyes were hot, hot tears fell down, and her voice was trembling: "Brother Yi?"
The words "Brother Yi" made the man in front of him suddenly turn red. He put his arms around Mu Yun'an's waist and without saying a word lowered his head and kissed her lips.