Chapter 605: The Heavenly Court Moves to Earth

These two days, Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian met relatives who came for the wedding, from both the groom's and bride's sides.

The groom's side consisted of uncles and aunts, accommodated at a five-star hotel, where Xu Liyun hosted them; there weren't many relatives, given the distance—many simply didn't want to come.

In a large suite, after introducing everyone, Liu Tianxian asked: "Uncles, aunts, are you comfortable with your accommodations and meals here?"

"Very comfortable, very comfortable," the uncle replied with a simple, sincere smile, visibly pleased.

Why wouldn't they be comfortable? The hotel is cleaner than home, the bed softer, more comfortable.

The food is also things they rarely see—delicious, with perfect color, aroma, and taste!

Other elders smiled warmly, somewhat reserved, given how beautiful and kind this daughter-in-law was.

"Good to hear—I was worried you might not be used to northern cuisine," Liu Tianxian said.

"No, no, it's excellent, very thoughtful," the uncle thought this girl was too polite.

There wasn't much to talk about really—mainly just exchanging polite pleasantries.

After all, their social classes were different; it was hard to find common ground.

But with the bride's side, it was different—Liu Tianxian's grandparents, uncles, aunts, and in-laws were far more relaxed, with little distance between them.

The gap between social strata here felt completely unlike that of Fang Hong's relatives.

As a famous person once said, "Children from Shanghai and children from the countryside feel like two different species—the difference is enormous."

Environment can transform a person holistically—from appearance to inner character—visible at a glance.

Many relatives came from Liu Tianxian's side; it was truly a gathering of the whole family.

"Grandpa, Grandma, Uncle…"

Both of them greeted each elder, who smiled warmly at them.

Grandma walked up to Liu Tianxian, her loving gaze scanning her granddaughter, her wrinkled hand brushing her cheek: "Oh my, Xixi, you've grown up."

"Huh? Really?" Liu Tianxian was surprised.

"I mean you've matured—you've become a proper young lady," her aunt laughed to explain.

They hadn't seen each other in over a year; the last time was during the previous New Year, when they mentioned the wedding. In this past year, Liu Tianxian had indeed matured.

"Oh my, you're almost thirty!" Liu Tianxian exclaimed, cupping her cheeks, endearingly.

She held Grandma's hand: "You haven't changed at all—you're still so young and beautiful."

The elders chuckled; though she'd matured, her personality remained lively and charming—clearly, marriage had brought her happiness.

Grandma was delighted, and gently touched Fang Hong's cheek, affectionately: "You're still the same."

"Boys don't show age easily," her aunt said.

Hearing this, Liu Tianxian turned and teased: "He's still a young lad."

"Young lad's good—full of energy!" her aunt joked.

The elders burst into laughter; Liu Tianxian's cheeks flushed—this remark could be interpreted in different ways; she hadn't thought much of it, just a casual joke, but if you thought too much, it could sound suggestive.

Liu Tianxian thought too much; Fang Hong just smiled along.

Grandma pulled them over, and they sat together on sofas and chairs, chatting about daily life, asking after each other's health, occasionally touching on the wedding.

Fang Hong had now become part of this big family; the elders all liked him.

After all, they'd met several times, knew the couple had registered their marriage, and after this wedding, they'd truly be one family—naturally, they showed warmth.

The uncle remembered lending him 6.3 billion, guaranteed by his niece.

Back then, he'd worried Fang Hong couldn't repay it; now, he'd largely dismissed that fear—Fang Hong was steady, his career progressing step by step.

Someone who could spend over a billion, even two billion, to acquire Bona must have massive cash reserves.

Otherwise, how could he make such a bold gamble?

In truth, Fang Hong had little cash left—he'd spent hundreds of millions on this wedding alone, not counting jewelry and ornaments; a wedding like this isn't cheap.

These past two days, Fang Hong and Liu Tianxian had mostly been meeting friends and relatives from all over, generally only those with distant kinship ties—after all, they couldn't meet everyone; it would be impossible.

The wedding was held at the Royal Garden of Yihe Aman Hotel, similar to the Summer Palace, sharing its traditional courtyard style.

It sits just one wall away from the East Palace of the Summer Palace, its architecture embodying classical Chinese aesthetics—pavilions, towers, courtyards clustered like an ancient imperial palace.

Guest rooms are nestled in quiet, deep courtyards, with bamboo curtains, wooden screens, and furnishings all in Ming-Qing style.

Though the style is traditional, some furnishings are still modern—they couldn't truly live like ancient people.

Choosing this venue matched the Chinese wedding theme: red bricks, gold tiles, blue-green glazed tiles, exquisite carvings—similar to the Forbidden City, radiating imperial grandeur.

The Royal Garden had been fully booked; a year ago, they'd already coordinated with the hotel management to close it to the public on June 18.

Reporters were barred entry; a specialized security firm had deployed over a hundred men in suits to patrol every corner and maintain order.

These security personnel not only kept out reporters but also prevented troublemakers—what if some obsessive fans couldn't bear Liu Tianxian marrying and risked storming the venue?

There were still many such people; if caught, they'd be beaten senseless to wake them up.

Of course, some reporters still hid in trees or behind hedges, sneaking photos of arriving celebrities and public figures.

These were big news, but they couldn't enter—the entrance had several guards checking invitations.

The Principal's wedding to Liu Tianxian was currently the most watched event in the circle; celebrities and public figures were arriving from all over the country.

At night, lights blazed; Fang Long arrived with his son in a luxury car, seeing guests streaming in continuously.

"Hey Fang Long, you came too."

Hearing the call, Fang Long turned and saw General Manager Wang approaching; he was surprised: "General Manager Wang, you came too?"

"The Principal invited me, so I came to see—after all these years of rivalry, all these years of fighting, I had to show some face for my old rival's wedding," General Manager Wang said.

They were well acquainted, having collaborated on multiple films.

"That's true," Fang Long glanced around curiously: "Didn't Xiao Wang come?"

"He refused to come."

General Manager Wang gestured forward, glancing at the small house: "How's Xiao Fang lately?"

"Bad luck, it's too hard to get out again." Fang Long looked somewhat disappointed—he'd run up and down until his legs were worn out.

The three walked and chatted, while Xiao Fangzi could only listen quietly; his mistake had been too great, and he'd come here hoping to find someone who might persuade others on his behalf.

After all, many from Peking University and the State Administration of Radio, Film, and Television were here, all lavishing praise on the Principal, since he'd achieved real accomplishments.

Just like himself—he'd managed to get his films shown overseas, raising his status—but the Principal had sent an entire industry system abroad, far surpassing his own achievements.

"Don't worry, take it slow." The General Manager slapped his shoulder.

As they talked, they reached the entrance for checking invitation cards—still packed with people, including stars like Tong Liya, Chen Sicheng, Yi Nengjing, and Zhu Yawen.

There were those with the Jade Rabbit, and also friends of Liu Tianxian.

"You're all here!" Fang Long remained enthusiastic—probably like this with everyone.

"Yes, Brother Fang Long, General Wang, please go in first." Chen Sicheng was tactful—he'd once been with Huayi too.

Others, seeing these two, would instinctively step aside and let them go first—after all, they were impressive.

"No, no, you came first—you go ahead." Fang Long patted their shoulders, urging them to enter first.

It made people feel comfortable—perhaps this was why Fang Long had such good relations in the circle, why everyone respected him.

Checking invitation cards was quick—just a glance. Even those brought along without invitations were usually let in if they were recognizable.

Xiao Fangzi was one without an invitation.

Just after they entered the Royal Garden, another group arrived from afar—large and imposing.

Through the dim lights, their faces became clear as they drew near: Huang Jiaozhu, Da Baobei, Xiang Tai, Long Wu, Xiang Zuo, Gu Tianle, and others.

Xiang Tai was Huang Jiaozhu's adoptive mother; having come to Neidi, she naturally needed to be hosted.

These people were all close; Xiang Tai had once been a powerful figure in Hong Kong, though now she was in decline.

They came to attend the Principal's wedding merely to pave the way for their son—after all, their son had neither looks nor talent; what else could he do but try to break into entertainment?

Maybe he could find a good bride here.

Also, there was the film *The Legend of Fengshen*—it had collaborated with Bona, but no one expected Bona had fallen under the Jade Rabbit's sphere of influence.

That meant even greater support was needed.

"If we just show up like this, I wonder if the Principal will mind?" Xiang Tai said.

Their family hadn't received an invitation.

"No, Mother—I told Tianxian already. The wedding's too close, there wasn't time to print invitations," Huang Jiaozhu explained.

Xiang Tai's family had come at the last minute, not because they'd been invited ahead of time.

Still, bringing one person was fine—no problem. But their family of three was a bit too many, and Da Baobei had no invitation either.

"Son, once inside, be respectful—greet everyone properly," Xiang Tai advised.

"I know, it's just a wedding—what's the big deal?" Xiang Zuo had his hands in his pockets, long hair flowing, looking cool.

Now he was dressed neatly, not yet as wild as he'd become later.

"This isn't Hong Kong—the Principal isn't like others. He's a shrewd man, hard to deal with," Xiang Tai said.

"I know, he's just a Principal—what's so great about him?" Xiang Zuo still looked arrogant, indifferent.

But given his family background, he truly had reason to be boastful!

In his past life, when Xiang Zuo first came to Neidi, he'd been extremely arrogant—though later he'd mellowed.

Outside of those from Hong Kong and Taiwan, no one here would coddle this young master.

Seeing her son like this, Xiang Tai felt helpless.

Others didn't try to intervene—family matters were none of their business.

"Oh? Disrespecting the Principal? Who's this fool son?"

As they walked and chatted, two people passed by them—one with his hands in his pockets, looking just as arrogant.

Beside him was a tall, glamorous woman, clinging to his arm, swaying her hips seductively.

"Who the hell are you?" Xiang Zuo, furious at being called a fool son, stepped forward, grabbed the man's shoulder, and spun him around.

The two turned—revealing Yu Xian and Guo Biting. Yu Xian said calmly, "What, you want to hit me?"

"What did I ever do to you? Why call me a fool son?" Xiang Zuo's face flushed with anger—he was barely holding back.

He hated most when people called him a fool son!

"I like calling you a fool son—so what?" Yu Xian smirked, provoking.

"F*** you."

Xiang Zuo, enraged, moved to teach him a lesson.

Guo Biting, beside Yu Xian, turned pale and tried to step back.

Yu Xian wasn't one to back down—he prepared to fight back.

Just then, several people suddenly rushed in, stepping between them to separate and stop the confrontation—everyone here was rich or powerful, none would back down.

"Zuo'er, don't act rashly," Xiang Tai pulled her son back, glancing briefly at Guo Biting.

The girl was stunningly beautiful, with an excellent figure.

"General Yu, sorry—it's a misunderstanding," Huang Jiaozhu soothed; he'd recognized Yu Xian from afar.

This man was an international director, the head of the Zhong family—how could he not know him? He'd been honored at the Shanghai Film Festival, and rumors said he had a deep connection with the Principal.

"Watch your son. Don't speak ill of others behind their backs," Yu Xian pointed.

He'd called Xiang Zuo a fool son because he'd overheard this man slandering the Principal—how could he tolerate it, after all those years as brothers?

He turned and walked off. Guo Biting snapped out of her shock and hurried after him.

"Damn it!" Xiang Zuo wanted to chase after him and vent his rage—but his mother held him back.

"Don't cause trouble. Do you even know who he is?" Xiang Tai said.

"Who?" Xiang Zuo shouted.

"International mega-director, CEO of the Zhong family, you provoked them, and they dared to slap your face," said Huang Jiaozhu.

It means even if your parents were here, they'd still dare to take you down—no fear at all.

They operate in Hollywood, not Hong Kong, and besides, the Principal stands behind them.

"So what? Am I afraid of him?" Xiang Zuo snarled.

"Alright, alright, little Zuo, don't throw a fit, calm down, let's not stoop to their level," Xiang Tai soothed.

"I'm furious! In Hong Kong, no one dares speak to me like this—why must I endure it here?" Xiang Zuo gritted his teeth, fists clenched, suffering in silence.

This made Xiang Tai feel terrible—it was your parents' fault for being powerless. Long Wu could only gently pat his son's back, urging him to calm down.

This is Beijing—any random thug can order them to leave. Not long ago, he himself was slapped here.

For over a decade afterward, he dared not return to Beijing; only in recent years, as the winds changed, did he dare come back.

Guo Biting also patted her chest, nervously saying, "That person is really violent!"

"People like this are spoiled rotten, never beaten by the real world. They clearly have no manners—just crazy. Stay far away from people like this in the future," said Yu Xian.

"Mm, I'll listen to you," Guo Biting replied sweetly.

After passing through security verification of their invitation cards, they walked through the towering, majestic gate tower. Seen from above, the tower emitted a soft glow all around, beautiful beyond words.

Even the entire Royal Garden seemed to radiate light—gentle, comforting, soothing to the soul.

Entering the gate tower meant entering the garden. Beneath their feet stretched a broad stone path leading straight ahead to pavilions; on either side of the path lay lakes, their surfaces veiled in mist.

White cranes splashed and swam in the lakes.

The mist rolled and spread to their feet, like divine vapor, as if they had stepped into a fantasy fairyland.

"Wow! So beautiful!" Guo Biting's eyes shimmered with envy.

Yu Xian also marveled, gazing into the garden's depths where mist rose thickly, and every ancient building glowed softly—truly like walking in a celestial realm.

The light here was perfectly calibrated: clear enough to see every detail, neither too bright nor too dim.

It was a carefully designed soft glow, evoking a sense of sacredness.

Not just the two of them—everyone who entered, everyone strolling here, couldn't help but sigh in awe.

If not for knowing they were human, one might truly feel like a god walking through paradise!

Rolling mist curled beneath their feet, lush green vegetation lined both sides, white and green intertwined, clouds surging like seas—what else could this be but paradise?

"This would be perfect for a movie—bringing Heaven down to Earth!" Zhang Hongsen walked beside an official, admiring the scenery.

The place was vast; those who entered scattered to explore different areas, not gathering in one spot for now.

But they all came in groups of three or five, accompanied by companions!

(End of Chapter)