Today is the day when the eldest prince of the Jiuyao Empire gets married.
There are dozens of countries in Zhongzhou, and the Jiuyao Empire is the most powerful among the mortal forces.
The wedding of the eldest prince of the Jiuyao Empire must be a grand event in the mortal world of Zhongzhou.
Other countries sent congratulatory gifts one after another, and the people of the Jiuyao Empire also rushed to the imperial capital to see this grand ceremony.
"Have you heard that the eldest prince Jiuyao is getting married?"
"Yes, I heard that the wife I married is as beautiful as a woman."
"I'm so envious. If I can marry a prince, why don't I become a princess in the future?"
"That's not necessary. The eldest prince is only twenty-nine years old and is already in the late stage of foundation building. He has a bright future!"
"My dear, you are in the late stage of foundation building at such a young age. That is really amazing!"
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At this time, inside and outside the palace, all the elite guards of the Jiuyao Empire were maintaining order.
Both sides of the main street outside were filled with overwhelming crowds.
Because the Jiuyao Empire held an important position in the hearts of these people, the people of the Jiuyao Empire came to celebrate the eldest prince.
In their eyes, it is appropriate for the eldest prince to marry anyone.
The auspicious time is coming.
In the palace, a luxurious chariot slowly drove out from the palace. This chariot was extremely luxurious, studded with jade and pearls, and trimmed with pure gold. The chariot was not pulled by ordinary horses, but by a tamed monster.
beast.
Behind this chariot were followed by thousands of accompanying palace maids, as well as a convoy of wedding gifts. The number of these gifts could almost pile up into a huge mountain.
Petals pave the way and musicians play in unison.
It can be said that among mortals, this kind of wedding is absolutely unique in the world.
Everyone thought that the woman sitting on this phoenix chariot and attracted by the eldest prince must be the happiest woman in the world.
But in fact, only Yuan Qingshuang herself knew how much she wanted to escape from here and how much she hated this sanctimonious eldest prince.
It's a pity that my sister's life is in their hands, and I am just a waste in the Qi Refining Realm, and I have no ability to take my sister away.
Fortunately, my sister was released from the wedding today and is now sitting in the car with her.
"Sister, are you really going to marry this bad guy?" Yuan Qingmiao raised her head and asked her sister.
Both sisters were dressed up carefully today, especially Yuan Qingshuang. Yuan Qingshuang was already a beautiful woman. After being dressed up carefully, she became even more stunningly beautiful.
Yuan Qingshuang hugged her sister and comforted her: "Don't worry, Miaomiao, my sister will never marry him. You forgot, our master is a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, he will definitely come to save us."
When Yuan Qingmiao heard the words, she thought of Jiang Siming's figure, nodded obediently, but said a little melancholy: "When will master, brother, come to rescue us?"
Yuan Qingshuang quickly comforted: "Master must have more important things to deal with. He will come when he is finished."
Yuan Qingmiao asked again at this time: "Big Brother, Master, will you forget us?"
Yuan Qingshuang felt sad and quickly denied it, so as to calm her sister's mood.
But she herself wasn't sure. After all, in Jiang Siming's eyes, the sisters were just two insignificant characters, completely dispensable.
If Jiang Siming really forgot, it would be completely normal.
And even if he comes, will he choose to fight to the death with the Jiuyao Empire for these two nominally unlucky disciples?
You know, it is true that Jiang Siming is a monk in the Yuanying stage, but Yuan Qingshuang also knows that the emperor of the Jiuyao Empire is also in the Yuanying stage.
Will Jiang Siming make enemies with monks of the same level because of these two little women?
Yuan Qingshuang thought from Jiang Siming's point of view, Jiang Siming's chance of taking action was almost zero.
Yuan Qingshuang became more and more anxious and had to hug her sister tightly to slightly reduce the panic and helplessness in her heart.
At this time, the motorcade had already left the palace. On the opposite side, the eldest prince's motorcade had been waiting for a long time.
As long as he met his father and mother and received their blessings, the eldest prince could take Yuan Qingshuang's motorcade back to his mansion and spend time with Yuan Qingshuang.
When he thought of Yuan Qingshuang's peerless appearance, the eldest prince's heart felt hot.
During this period of time, he didn't know how much he wanted to get his hands on this peerless beauty as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the other party's stubborn character would rather die than obey, so he could only treat her with ease.
He even sent her to the palace to let her live in peace. Anyway, with her sister, she wouldn't dare to escape and it would be impossible for her to commit suicide.
Now, the long wait has finally come to fruition. The eldest prince's face is full of spring, and he is smiling proudly.
"Where are the father, the emperor, and the queen? Why haven't they arrived yet?" the eldest prince urged.
"Haha, the eldest prince calm down, your majesty will be here shortly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the emperor slowly arrived. His son was getting married, and he, as a father, was naturally happy.
They said some polite words on the spot, accepted the blessings of the subjects, and then announced the start of the wedding.
The eldest prince was overjoyed. He got off his horse and walked to Yuan Qingshuang's carriage, wanting to lift the curtain and take them away.
However, a gust of wind suddenly came, and everyone present was thrown off their feet. The eldest prince was also blown to the ground and rolled several times. The groom's official uniform was covered with mud, and his image was completely lost.
Only Yuan Qingshuang's carriage remained motionless.
Emperor Jiuyao, who was laughing happily, saw this scene, his smile instantly disappeared and turned into an angry look.
"Whoever comes to cause trouble in our Jiuyao Empire! It's better to hide your head and show your tail. Come out!"
The emperor was angry and the whole city was frightened.
However, two young figures flew from the horizon, seemingly not paying attention to the emperor's anger.
"The Jiuyao Empire? It's so majestic. Not only did you steal my apprentice, but you also forced her to get married. I wonder if this is considered a slap in the face?"
Jiang Siming strolled through the courtyard, landed in the middle of the crowd, and faced Emperor Jiuyao directly, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
As for the princess's chariot, after hearing Jiang Siming's voice, Yuan Qingshuang, the 'prince's concubine', immediately escaped from the chariot with her sister. When she saw Jiang Siming, she cried with joy.
Emperor Jiuyao looked at the young man in front of him and could not tell his cultivation level for a moment!
He could recognize the woman following him, she was only in the golden elixir stage. He didn't take it to heart, he just stared at Jiang Siming, wanting to know what kind of cultivation he had.
"Your Excellency, you are saying that my wife here is your disciple?" Emperor Jiuyao calmed down and asked tentatively.
"Who said this is your daughter-in-law? Take your bitch back," Jiang Siming said directly.
Even if Emperor Jiuyao wanted to deal with it calmly, he would not be able to step down at this time. It would be extremely shameful.
He has been emperor for so long, but no one has ever dared to speak to him like this, which made Emperor Jiuyao very angry.
"It seems that you no longer want to be kind at all? I also want to say that if you are your disciple, at worst, our Jiuyao Empire will marry your disciple and send you a generous betrothal gift. Wouldn't it be best for us to form a good relationship?"
As soon as Emperor Jiuyao finished speaking, Jiang Siming used three words to shock him until he was speechless.