Chapter 262: 262 Her Parents Seated Above

Actually, Bai Yu is quite curious.

Recently, his hometown sent good news: on Spring White Mountain, a litter of white foxes that had gained spiritual intelligence encountered a great fortune and transformed into human form—there were nine of them—so the white fox clan is no longer just his family of three.

That's why his parents are desperately trying to make connections there, hoping he'll return home to meet a match.

He's a committed bachelor, truly doesn't understand all that lovey‑dovey stuff, feeling it only interferes with his life in the mortal world.

Bai Yu hesitated a moment, then asked Tushan Jiu, "Can I borrow a blade from you on credit?"

Tushan Jiu downed the last sip of her coffee, "A person can only borrow three blades in a lifetime. Are you sure you want to use this chance to calculate your fate?"

Bai Yu blinked, finally catching the hidden meaning behind Tushan Jiu's words.

In an instant he relaxed, saying, "I've always said—how could there be so many earth‑shattering romances? At least after all this time in human society, all I see are rice, firewood, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. I, the young master, am simply born to live free and easy alone."

"Yeah, better not ruin the next generation's IQ."

"Jiu, sis!"

Tushan Jiu laughed out loud.

Many people will at some moment feel a flutter of attraction toward someone, but given time to wear away the novelty, they can increasingly tell whether it was just a passing fancy.

The last time, Tushan Jiu saw that Jiang Han was a fine girl with her own destined match, so she didn't lend her a blade.

As for Bai Yu, he knows his own position very well.

It's not that he'll stay single forever; sooner or later he won't be able to escape the "true fragrance" law.

But his true love will appear very, very late—he's the type of "old ox eating tender grass."

And his wife, at this moment, should have only recently taken human form and is still quite innocent and naive.

However, this is fairly common among their demon tribe, since their physiques differ from humans'.

Bai Yu is only twenty‑one now; seeing him pursue love will probably be a decade or more away—by then, her and Xie Shiyu's kids will be in elementary school.

Bai Yu still had an appointment, so they didn't chat long before his agent came to pick him up.

Tushan Jiu handed him her wedding invitation directly; Bai Yu already knew the news, took the invite, said he'd see her at the wedding, then hurried off.

After Bai Yu left, Tushan Jiu figured she had nothing else to do, so she went to find Xie Shiyu.

Lately nothing's happened, as if heaven itself knew Tushan Jiu and Xie Shiyu were planning a wedding—everything's unusually quiet.

A week before the wedding, the wedding attire returned.

The Hao Family sent ten people to deliver it to Nan Cheng.

Among them were two rather senior seamstresses, waiting to see if Tushan Jiu needed any minor adjustments after trying it on.

When Xie Shiyu rushed back from the office, he happened to see Tushan Jiu just having finished changing into her phoenix crown and rosy robes.

At that moment he stood in the doorway, dumbfounded for over a minute.

Seeing him stare, Tushan Jiu lowered her eyes to her wedding robes and asked, "What's wrong? Is something off?"

Xie Shiyu felt he'd lost his composure, stepped forward, and said, "Nothing's wrong—it looks wonderful."

"All right, come over quickly and try on your groom's outfit."

Xie Shiyu didn't move; instead he grabbed her hand.

Tushan Jiu turned to him and asked, "What's going on, exactly?"

Xie Shiyu shook his head, brushed her forehead strands aside with his hand, thumb rubbing her cheek, and said, "Nothing much—I just suddenly felt a bit nervous."

Hearing that, Tushan Jiu chuckled, "You usually sign billion‑dollar projects without blinking an eye, yet you're nervous over trying on a wedding outfit?"

Xie Shiyu firmly spat out three words: "Not the same."

"Fine, fine, fine—different, different, hurry up and try it on." Tushan Jiu handed him the garment and told him to go change in his room.

The men's wedding attire lacks the women's fuss, and before long Xie Shiyu had changed and stepped out.

A classic deep‑red long robe with mandarin jacket, embroidered with gold dragon‑cloud patterns, echoing Tushan Jiu's robes of a hundred birds facing the phoenix—simple yet grand.

As he emerged, Tushan Jiu was trying on the phoenix cape; its long train stretched three meters, and as she moved the thousands of rhinestones caught the light, a bit dazzling.

Turning around, she saw Xie Shiyu standing behind her, her eyes lit up, she hurried over and stroked the gold‑thread dragon embroidery on his attire.

Xie Shiyu gave a soft laugh, "My lady, are you still satisfied?"

"Satisfied, satisfied, certainly satisfied." Tushan Jiu also lavished praise: "Husband handsome, really good‑looking, you're good‑looking, the clothes are good‑looking, together you're even better—this dragon truly matches your current fortune; to say you have the aura to command mountains and rivers is no exaggeration."

Having been praised, Xie Shiyu lowered his gaze to her phoenix cape, where the phoenix was vividly lifelike; one must say that this traditional Chinese craft truly lets one gasp at its exquisite beauty at a glance.

Moreover, Tushan Jiu herself is very suited to Chinese‑style clothing; this set of wedding attire enhances her natural beauty, dignified yet with a gentle grace—this is also why Xie Shiyu, upon returning, stood stunned in the doorway for so long, because she's so beautiful you can't look away.

There were also two sets of welcome and toast outfits; they each tried them on, found no issues, and placed them in the separate room cleared for wedding supplies.

The Hao Family folks hadn't left; to make sure the wedding attire would be flawless that day, the Hao family matriarch had even moved into a hotel under the Xie Clan.

And it wasn't just the Hao Family; all the various forces have been busy these days, escorting and safeguarding Tushan Jiu's wedding.

The He Family of Yun Shi directly dispatched ten helicopters, ready for the wedding day to pull banners and circle above Nan Cheng.

The styling team is the nation's top Chinese‑style styling team.

Moreover, Xie Shiyu has been building a dedicated venue for their wedding since last year.

The blueprint is called "Building Palace."

Just the venue alone spans fifty thousand square meters.

The Xie Family filled a thick volume with the ritual texts, while the Tushan Family truly lived up to the "ten‑mile red dowry."

On the night before the wedding, Xie Shiyu stayed at the Xie Family's old residence.

Tushan Jiu's side had Maomao, Lin Xiu'er, Fang Qingyi, and Zhou Yi Lan keeping her company.

Chinese weddings don't need bridesmaids, but there is a "presenting the bridal garments" segment; they and three Hao Family girls were in charge of fastening Tushan Jiu's phoenix cape.

Also there's the rite of announcing to heaven and earth; they all had to set up altars, burn incense, and perform the various ceremonies.

In fact, Tushan Jiu has already streamlined things as much as possible, but there's still a lot.

But when she stood at the wedding venue, she was shocked to discover that the front rows actually had several tables set apart, all filled with her relatives.

And those few tables form an independent space; outsiders cannot see it, and there is also a barrier preventing yin qi from leaking out and affecting others.

That barrier is clearly the handiwork of the leadership below.

Moreover, on the chairs of the parents on the stage, her parents are seated!