Chapter 71: The Demon Lord Princess's Daily Slacking Chapter 71: Fetching the Bride

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

The final step was to put on that magnificent phoenix crown. This crown was crafted by skilled artisans at great expense by the Princess Consort, its craftsmanship so exquisite as to inspire awe. Countless dazzling gems were set into the crown, the phoenix with spread wings poised for flight rendered lifelike, every feather clearly visible, the details overflowing with luxury.

However, since the crown was too heavy, wearing it was somewhat strenuous, but for today's wedding, this bit of hardship counted for nothing.

When all the dressing was complete, the sky had gradually brightened. By this time, Qianqian had long been awakened by the Princess Consort and changed into new clothes. Afterwards, several people came together to Yan Xiner's boudoir. They stood quietly there, their gazes all falling upon this eldest daughter who was about to marry.

The Princess Consort gazed at Yan Xiner's beautiful face, and in a daze seemed to return to the moment of her own marriage. Then, too, it was all bright red, joyous and fervent.

But time flew by, and in the blink of an eye it was her own daughter's turn to marry. The Princess Consort could not help but feel moved, her eyes slightly moist. Looking at the graceful Yan Xiner before her, she felt countless reluctance surging in her heart.

However, despite her myriad thoughts, she knew very well that now was not the proper time to discuss this, so she suppressed all the thoughts in her heart and said softly: "Our Xin'er is truly beautiful as a fairy! Especially today in this great red garment, that dignified and imposing bearing is displayed to the fullest."

After hearing this, Yan Xiner gazed at herself in the mirror with delight, seeing the person in the mirror with a peach-blossom face, lovely and dewy, indeed indescribably beautiful.

Qianqian beside her could not restrain her inner excitement and joy, shouting loudly: "Elder Sister is simply too beautiful!" Even the usually steady and reserved Yan Shuang'er spoke up in praise. Facing so many words of flattery, Yan Xiner, already somewhat shy, instantly blushed, like a ripe apple, endearing.

After everyone had finished dressing, Yan Xiner slowly moved to the bedside and sat down, quietly waiting for the auspicious hour to arrive. Every minute and second now seemed especially long to her, nervousness and anticipation intertwined, causing her to involuntarily take several deep breaths to calm herself.

On the other side, the sun shone brightly, a gentle breeze brushed by, and the entire Jingcheng was filled with a festive atmosphere. And on this exceptionally lively day, Ai Chun, the son of the Minister of War, who was the center of attention, wore a bright and eye-catching red wedding robe, appearing especially striking.

Ai Chun rode a tall and mighty white horse slowly toward this side. That white horse was extraordinary, its snow-white fur flashing with dazzling light in the sunlight, and a bright red flower tied around its neck swayed in the wind, red and white contrasting to form a strong visual impact, instantly attracting the gazes of passersby.

When night fell and the lamps were first lit, looking again, Ai Chun, dressed in the same bright red wedding robe, sat upright on the horseback, heroic and spirited, like an immortal descended from heaven, stunning beyond measure.

The upper part of this wedding robe was relatively simple and generous, but upon careful observation one could discover the ingenuity within. The collar and cuffs were both carefully sewn with fine gold thread, flashing with a faint light.

And the most eye-catching was on the skirt hem, although it was peony flowers embroidered with silk thread, but the stitches were fine and the lines smooth; if not looked at closely, it was almost difficult to notice.

However, it was precisely this seemingly low-key yet exquisite embroidery craftsmanship that made these peony flowers seem to sway gently in the wind, lifelike.

It is well known that flowers embroidered on men's clothing often give a feeling of being too effeminate. But in order to echo the attire of his beloved—Yan Xiner—the designer cleverly integrated the peony flowers into it, and adopted a simple style to present them, not only avoiding "effeminacy," but adding a touch of scholarly elegance instead.

Moreover, these peony flowers were all embroidered with gold thread, shining brilliantly in the sunlight, indescribably beautiful.

On Ai Chun's feet were a pair of black cloth shoes, with exquisite embroidered decorations on the shoe uppers as well. On his chest he wore a large red flower, like a burning flame, fervent and eye-catching.

On his head he wore a round groom's hat, embroidered with various auspicious patterns, meaning a happy and smooth married life, everything going well.

Ai Chun at this moment radiated a spirited and energetic demeanor. Especially when he thought about soon marrying his long-beloved lover, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up, revealing a brilliant smile.

Behind this handsome and dashing groom was a magnificent eight-person sedan chair. Five-colored silks hung around the sedan, fluttering in the wind like a piece of gorgeous clouds. Behind that was a large band playing gongs and drums, performing cheerful and stirring music, immersing the entire street in an atmosphere of joy and harmony.

From the moment they left the Bingbu Shangshu Fu, the roadsides were packed with commoners who had come to watch this grand wedding. People cast envious and blessing gazes, praising this couple as a talented man and beautiful woman.

And the long red carpet extending from the Shangshu Fu entrance all the way to An Wangfu, as well as the great red lanterns hung on both sides of the street, were all the result of the servants busily arranging before dawn. To make this wedding perfect, the hosts had spared no effort and expense.

It can be said that the Ai family attached great importance to this marriage. As they drew closer to An Wangfu, Ai Chun also became increasingly nervous.

Soon they arrived at the entrance of An Wangfu. The master of ceremonies instructed the servants to beat the gongs and drums even louder, and the firecrackers crackled and popped, to inform the people of An Wangfu that they had come to fetch the bride, were they ready?

At this time, An Wang, dressed in the same color scheme as the Princess Consort, came out. Everyone, seeing An Wang in a dark red robe for the first time, could not help but be surprised. An Wang felt the gazes of everyone and felt somewhat uncomfortable. Standing behind him were Yan Si and Yan Wang.

Ai Chun dismounted, bowed to An Wang and said: "Yuefu, Xia Xu has specially come today to fetch Xin'er; may I ask if we may enter?" "You may enter, as long as you can get in." As soon as An Wang finished speaking, Yan Si revealed a sly smile. He unhurriedly took out a large sheet of Xuanzi from behind him.

After this Xuanzi was spread open, three tasks that needed to be completed were written on it. Yan Si, without a word, handed the Xuanzi to Ai Chun and said with a smile: "Young Master Ai, only if you successfully complete these tasks can you see the person you've come to fetch~"