Chapter 267

"Elder Jiang?!"

Upon hearing Jiang Ye's voice, the originally anxious Zheng Feng felt the giant stone that had been hanging in his heart for so long settle slightly.

A second ago, he was still struggling immensely.

If Elder Jiang didn't come, he truly didn't have the courage to attend this wedding banquet.

But if he didn't attend, he was worried that the Tianqing Sect, which had finally gained a firm foothold on Heavenly Cloud Peak, would be targeted by that vicious woman Jiang Chuxue.

Between being caught in a dilemma, Jiang Ye's appearance was like a stabilizing needle, firmly pressing down his restless heart.

A moment later, Jiang Ye appeared at the courtyard entrance.

Zheng Hui's eyes lit up, and she shouted happily: "Elder Jiang, what good show are you going to watch with my brother! I want to go too! You haven't taken me out to play for a long time!"

Hearing this, Zheng Feng's face changed drastically, his voice becoming serious: "No! You cannot be taken along this time!"

In his view, going to attend Jiang Chuxue and Zheng Lin's wedding today was about the same as breaking into a dragon's den or a tiger's lair.

"If I can't go, I won't go, so fierce..."

Zheng Hui pouted aggrievedly.

However, she also knew what was important.

Her brother, who had always doted on her, would suddenly be so serious; there must be a reason.

She wouldn't be unreasonable, just pulling a long face unhappily.

Jiang Ye swept his gaze over the siblings, vaguely understanding Zheng Feng's concerns, and smiled faintly: "Hui, next time for sure."

Zheng Hui nodded heavily, laughing happily as if acting spoiled: "I like Elder Jiang the most!"

Zheng Feng shook his head helplessly, then greeted Jiang Ye seriously.

The two walked one after the other, heading down the mountain at a leisurely pace.

At the same time.

Linzhou Upper Sect was livelier today than ever before.

The Zheng family's welcoming team wound its way up from the direction of the mountain gate in a grand procession.

Eight strong men carried the gold and red eight-bearer sedan chair, the sedan chair embroidered with a "hundred birds worshiping the phoenix" pattern in gold thread, shimmering in the morning light.

In front of the team were two rows of musicians in red, gongs and drums sounding, suonas high-pitched, and the festive music spread from the outer sect to the mountainsides of each peak.

Along the way, upper sect disciples stopped to watch, crowding both sides of the mountain path, attracting who knows how many people's gazes.

"As expected of the Zheng family's eldest young master, ranked fourth on the direct disciple list..."

"To be able to bring the welcoming team inside the upper sect's mountain gate..."

"This is the first time I've seen such a scene."

"With such good talent and family background... and to be able to win the beauty, so envious..."

"Brother Zheng marrying Senior Sister Jiang, that's two direct disciples in one family... the entire Linzhou likely can't find a second pair..."

"It seems that the status among the five great families in Linzhou Great City will change in the future."

The upper sect disciples discussed among themselves, their faces full of envy.

Male disciples envied Zheng Lin for being able to take Jiang Chuxue, the ice beauty with excellent talent, into his arms.

Female disciples envied Jiang Chuxue for being able to marry Zheng Lin, the Zheng family's eldest young master with impeccable talent and family background.

On Spirit Snake Peak.

Jiang Chuxue had finished her makeup again.

The face in the bronze mirror was still that cold and exquisite appearance, the red, swollen eye sockets covered by thick powder, and the swollen lips also barely concealed by dark-colored lipstick; without a close look, one couldn't see any flaws.

She stood up slowly, looking at herself in the bronze mirror one last time, the exhaustion and humiliation of last night no longer visible in those cold, beautiful eyes.

Only a kind of near-paranoid determination remained.

Today, she wanted to let everyone see how glorious she, Jiang Chuxue, was!

Outside the courtyard gate, the festive music of the welcoming team could already be heard vaguely.

She took a deep breath, suppressing all inappropriate emotions to the bottom of her heart, lifted her hand to tidy the last tassel of gold thread on the phoenix crown, and stepped toward the door.

The moment her embroidered shoes crossed the threshold, the perfectly measured cold and beautiful smile was already hanging on her face.

Outside the house, red carpets were laid, and festive music played in unison.

More than half of Spirit Snake Peak was shrouded in a festive atmosphere.

The Zheng family's welcoming team stopped in the open space outside the courtyard gate in a grand procession.

At the very front were two rows of honor guards in red, holding banners and festive signs, gongs and drums sounding, suonas high-pitched.

In the center of the team, Zheng Lin rode a snow-white, tall horse, wearing a bright red wedding robe, a large red silk flower pinned to his chest, making his already sharp and handsome face appear even more high-spirited.

He held the reins loosely in one hand, the other hand resting casually on his knee, his gaze sweeping over the watching inner disciples, the corners of his mouth hanging with the ease peculiar to a noble family's heaven-favored talent, causing the female disciples on both sides of the mountain path to look over frequently.

"They're here! They're here!"

A burst of excited whispers erupted from the crowd.

Zheng Lin dismounted, his movements clean and neat, the hem of his red robe drawing a sharp arc in the morning wind.

He took a bunch of red silk handed to him by a servant behind him and walked toward the courtyard gate with large strides.

The watching disciples stood on tiptoe, stretching their necks to look inside, all wanting to see the demeanor of this Jiang Direct Disciple today.

The courtyard gate opened slowly.

Jiang Chuxue, supported by the maidservant, stepped across the threshold slowly.

Phoenix crown and ceremonial cape, "hundred birds worshiping the phoenix," the bright red wedding gown shimmering in the morning light.

The perfectly measured shallow smile hung on that naturally cold and exquisite face, neither appearing too eager nor making people feel cold and distant, the sense of proportion measured with extreme precision.

A burst of exclamations erupted from the crowd one after another; even separated by a thin layer of red veil, that noble and inviolable demeanor still caused everyone present to hold their breath.

Zheng Lin stood at the end of the red carpet, looking at the woman walking slowly toward him, a look of unconcealable smugness flashing in his eyes.

He had waited for so many years, and finally waited for this day.

This precious pearl, this cold rose with thorns, was finally time to be picked.

The arc at the corners of his mouth was deeper than before, and he laughed heartily: "Chuxue! Get in the sedan chair!"

Hearing Zheng Lin's hearty laughter, Jiang Chuxue's mind uncontrollably flashed some images from last night.

She suddenly felt a near-instinctive nausea.

"Zheng Lin!"

She parted her red lips, her voice colder than ever before, carrying an unprecedented chill.

"Chuxue!"

Zheng Lin was slightly startled.

In the past, Jiang Chuxue would always affectionately call him "Brother Lin," her voice cold but always carrying a hint of tenderness that only he could feel.

Calling his full name so seriously was a first.

But thinking about it, today was the day of their grand wedding, and she had always valued decorum, so being this serious was normal.

The confusion on his face was only a flash, then covered again by his usual easy smile.

Jiang Chuxue walked slowly to Zheng Lin's side, the wide sleeves of her wedding gown covering her clenched fists.