Chapter 1637

Bai Shiyun still looked innocent, didn't speak, just sat there shedding tears secretly.

According to his thinking, Chang Wuming, now angry like this, would surely grab him and leave the Ke Zhan directly, splitting up to look for clues to escape.

But he watched helplessly as Rong Zixu merely stood up, and Chang Wuming's anger, which was about to make him lose his reason, instantly subsided, visibly becoming much more rational.

"Wuming..." Bai Shiyun secretly thought it was not good, he tried to grab Chang Wuming's hand but missed, and Xu Qie brushed his hand away, saying, "Young Master Bai, you'd better just sit quietly."

Bai Shiyun and Xu Qie had hardly any interaction, but he always felt this woman looked anything but simple, as if nothing could escape her sight.

Bai Shiyun hated that feeling.

Rong Zixu patted Chang Wuming on the shoulder, his tone carrying frustration at his lack of restraint, saying, "You've been far too indiscreet in your speech today."

Not only was it a pat on the shoulder, Spiritual Power seeped into his acupoints and reached deep into Chang Wuming's body; the anger that had clouded him cleared somewhat in an instant, after a brief pause he realized what he had just said and took a deep breath.

Then he slowly turned his gaze to Jin Chen, who was still eating, and instantly felt the weight of the hand his senior brother had placed on his shoulder as if it were a thousand jin.

"Are you awake?" Rong Zixu asked in a low, calm voice.

Chang Wuming nodded, slightly fatigued as he pinched his brow, not even knowing where this anger had come from.

Yang Yu poured a cup of tea for Jin Chen, smoothing his fur, and without forgetting asked him in a low voice, "What's the conflict between you and your fourth senior brother?"

Jin Chen shook his head solemnly: "I won't say, or else I'll get scolded."

One more scolding and he'd want to beat someone up, which isn't conducive to peace.

As soon as those words were spoken, the five senior brothers and sisters looked at Chang Wuming with even more complex eyes; Jing Xingcan also belatedly realized and wrote plainly—look at what you've scared the child into.

Chang Wuming: "……"

Bai Shiyun, who understood their meaning, could barely keep up the act, almost distorting his grievance.

Rong Zixu sat down again, leisurely placing a dish for Jin Chen, and calmly said to Chang Wuming, "Xiao Chen never mentioned the identity of this Young Master Bai beside you; as for our attitude, you might ask Young Master Bai what the reason is."

"Exactly, I almost thought it was a magic trick." Gong Siyue took a sip of wine, bluntly criticizing, then hauled Jing Xingcan over, saying, "You'd better not catch it."

Chang Wuming was still vexed and distracted, "First… go take a look at the wedding banquet, the important matter comes first."

He also needed to sort things out clearly to figure out what had happened.

Bai Shiyun almost gritted his teeth to pieces; seeing his plan about to succeed, only one step away, Chang Wuming held back again.

These seven people are really too hard to drive a wedge between.

Especially…

Bai Shiyun followed behind them as they went out, slowly lifting his gaze to fix on Rong Zixu's back, his eyes full of gloom.

As long as this person is around, the scheme to break them apart one by one becomes even more difficult.

It would be better to first think of a way to deal with Rong Zixu.

Bai Shiyun stroked his jade pendant while thinking, he must complete the plan before leaving Min Dong City; now the Heaven's Mandate Seven Sons' prestige among the common folk is rising day by day, which is certainly not what the court wants to see.

Just then, Bai Shiyun suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold, he lifted his eyes to meet Jin Chen's slowly approaching gaze, which seemed like a warning, but Bai Shiyun only sensed provocation from it.

Mo Ranmei saw they had finished arguing, wanted to attend the celebration of Red Lady's younger sister, and also joined the fun by linking arms with Xu Qie.

But as they neared the manor, Mo Ranmei caught sight of the stone iron ox statue standing in the courtyard, and her expression instantly changed.

"How come on someone else's joyous day you also put on this look?" Gong Siyue saw her sorrowful expression, thought it strange; Mo Ranmei isn't a person of this era, yet her reaction is overly strong.

"Sigh..."

Mo Ranmei Youyou sighed, "You don't know the marriage customs of the Chi clan; they're even more… bullying than the solitary household."

However, upon truly arriving at the wedding manor, the Heaven's Mandate Seven Sons finally shocked into understanding what "bullying" really meant.

Overcast rain persisted, outside the manor draped in red silk a bridal sedan stood, and the surroundings were filled with guests.

The new bride, surrounded by the crowd, walked toward the stone iron ox outside the house with tears streaming, her wedding robes hanging empty and swaying, while elders holding disciplinary sticks stood around.

The damp air added a few more threads of suffocation to the oppressive atmosphere.

Looking elsewhere, the groom was likewise bound by servants, his gaze toward the bride complex.

Jin Chen and Rong Zixu exchanged a glance, recognizing that the new bride, Chi Zhu, was the red-shadow female ghost from outside the gate last night.

"What is this for?" Jin Chen, not understanding, asked the onlooking guests nearby.

"Hey, you don't know, the Chi clan's new bride is improper! She actually had an intimate tea date with her husband before even entering the door; today they're using the iron ox to test her purity."

"Huh?" Jing Xingcan froze, thinking he had misheard.

Little did they know that this expression of doubt, when it reached the guests' ears, also served as agreement, as they slapped their thighs and said, "Exactly, we think she's shameless; we'll just see today whether she's pure or not."

Jing Xingcan: "……" I really didn't mean that.

Jin Chen frowned and asked Mo Ranmei, utterly bewildered, "Is it even forbidden to have tea with one's future husband? Then how do you cultivate feelings here?"

The gazes of the six people all fell on Mo Ranmei, equally perplexed.

Mo Ranmei sighed, "Men may visit women at their door, but women cannot arrange to go out; otherwise they're considered unclean. I had just told others that Chi Zhu had already been intimate with her future husband, so… she would suffer even more contempt."

"Head leaning against the wind to shield it, tangled mane, back leaning against the rack, three empties rotting…"

Her tone Youyou conveyed sympathy and shared despair; in the courtyard, Chi Zhu begged and screamed beneath the iron ox, yet no one paid her any heed.

"Who knows if sitting on this thing still leaves you alive?" Jin Chen saw the iron ox suddenly sway, its back bristling with upright iron spikes, and his expression turned cold and grim.

Gong Siyue had already whipped out his lash, fuming and ready to charge forward at any moment, shouting, "Senior Brother!"

Rong Zixu coldly regarded the indifferent onlooking guests and clan elders; the only thing he cared about was the groom, seized and unable to move.

"Go." Rong Zixu said.

As soon as his words fell, Gong Siyue and Xu Qie almost simultaneously rushed forward to rescue the person.

Chi Zhu was pulled from the iron ox's back by them; her hands gripping the ox's horns were already a bloody mess, and beneath her wedding robe lay countless wounds bleeding profusely.

"It really hurts……" Mo Ranmei seemed entranced by the sight, murmuring, "It really does hurt."

Jin Chen's keen ears caught that low mutter; he inexplicably glanced at Mo Ranmei and slightly furrowed his brow.

"What do you want to do!" several men of the Chi clan wielding iron rods rushed out, their tone hostile, "Who are you! Get out! Don't ruin our customs!"

Pah! Screw the rules! Gong Siyue's long whip lashed out, and as soon as it struck the iron bull, smeared with an unknown amount of fresh blood, a deafening boom rang out—the stone iron bull shattered into pieces.

Chang Wuming and Yang Yu also rescued the constantly struggling groom out, but the groom hesitated, not walking towards Chi Zhu,

Chi Zhu, wearing her wedding clothes, fell to the ground in despair, and had not even a bit of the joy of being rescued.