Chapter 446

Li Qingluo looked at the shoulder and back before her, hurriedly climbed up, and tightly wrapped her arms around Duan Rongshi's neck.

"Come on, come on. Duan Rongshi, are we basically married now?"

"You want to take me back to your residence here?"

Li Qingluo asked innocently.

Duan Rongshi, however, said: "Of course we still need to kneel and bid farewell to your grandmother and the others."

"Then we will proceed with the wedding bow."

"Luo'er, can you hold on a little longer today, wait until after the wedding bow to sleep?"

He asked gently, but Li Qingluo was already getting a bit sleepy again.

She struggled to keep her eyes wide open.

She gave a firm nod: "Mm, good!"

"I will try hard not to sleep!"

In the front hall, Pei Lao Furen waited with red eyes for Duan Rongshi to personally carry her out on his back.

Seeing her stunning beauty that made one's heart ache, Pei Lao Furen couldn't help but shed tears.

"Luo'er..."

Nan Gongdi and Luo Feng beside them also couldn't help but redden their eyes.

The hibiscus maiden sat to the side with a faint smile.

The Cloud Crane Immortal also smiled, continually stroking his long white beard, nodding frequently.

Among the elders in the hall, some were happy, naturally some were worried.

This worried person was Li Qingluo's biological grandmother, Pei Lao Furen.

"Luo'er, promise Grandma that if you ever feel wronged, you don't have to keep it bottled up."

"No matter what happens, Grandma will always be your retreat."

"Do you understand? Silly child, Grandma can't rest easy about you——"

Li Qingluo gazed blankly at the nanny before her who seemed especially special to her; seeing her tears, she momentarily didn't know how to react.

Duan Rongshi helped Li Qingluo kneel, his face earnest as he said: "Grandma, rest assured, I may fail myself in this life, but I will never fail Luo'er."

Pei Lao Furen is the elder today.

Duan Rongshi is also not that noble and princely Prince Su.

Thus, she accepted this kowtow with a clear conscience.

"Grandma knows."

"Your Highness, your words are deeds; this old minister has seen everything you have done for Luo'er."

"From now on, we will rely on You, Your Highness, for Luo'er."

"If she has any shortcomings, please ask Your Highness to be more forgiving."

"But if Luo'er can never recover her former self, and one day Your Highness feels weary and somewhat annoyed, this old minister will not resent Your Highness."

"I only hope that by then, Your Highness can return Luo'er to me whole and intact."

"As for the rest, please ask Your Highness to be more forgiving."

Saying this, Pei Lao Furen had someone present a brocade box.

"Because we have suddenly come to MiaoJiang, the dowry that this old minister had prepared for Luo'er back then cannot be brought along."

"Let the things inside be considered as the dowry."

"The rest, we will send them one by one when we return to Jinling in the future."

Saying this, the brocade box was placed into Li Qingluo's embrace.

Li Qingluo curiously opened it on the spot.

It was a large Token of red gold.

"What is this?"

Li Qingluo picked it up, thinking it was edible, and was about to take a bite when Que'er hurriedly stopped her: "Miss! This cannot be eaten!"

"Miss, the Old Lady has given the entire firm as your dowry."

"From now on, you will be the owner of our entire firm."

Li Qingluo didn't understand, but Duan Rongshi clearly knew just how significant this dowry was.

The old lady considered the entire firm as Li Qingluo's dowry, fearing she might suffer any grievance, and thus was willing to use the entire firm as Li Qingluo's backing.

Although Duan Rongshi would not covet Li Qingluo's belongings, at this moment he was also moved by the Old Lady's sincere affection for her granddaughter.

"Luo'er, quickly thank Grandma."

Li Qingluo obeyed his words readily.

She hurriedly followed and kowtowed: "Luo'er thanks Grandma."

Since Li Qingluo woke up this time, Pei Lao Furen has felt quite lost.

Because her dear one is no longer affectionate toward her.

She only relies on that handsome fellow Duan Rongshi, leaving Pei Lao Furen aside.

Pei Lao Furen's heart has not been feeling good these past few days.

"Luo'er…… listen, be good."

"Go on. You two go on……"

She turned her back, crying while holding back her sobs.

Li Qingluo was helped up by Que'er, turned around, and prepared to leave.

However, just then, Li Qingluo suddenly stepped forward and tightly embraced Pei Lao Furen.

I know, you like me very much.

I like you too.

Li Qingluo reached out to wipe Pei Lao Furen's tears: "Don't cry."

How about we eat together later?

Pei Lao Furen froze.

Seeing her so thoughtful, Pei Lao Furen even forgot to cry.

She kept nodding: "Good, good, good. Grandmother listens to you, don't cry, don't cry!"

Li Qingluo then smiled happily.

Duan Rongshi also wasn't in a hurry to leave, comforting Pei Lao Furen: "When we return to Jinling, I will hold a proper princess wedding for Luo'er."

Please rest assured.

Pei Lao Furen was very surprised.

Even if Luo'er... never recovers?

Duan Rongshi smiled: "If I had ever looked down on Luo'er, how could I be so eager to first settle our status?"

If you're still uneasy, Luo'er can still come sleep here tonight.

Pei Lao Furen almost blurted out an excited "Yes!"

Luo Fan grabbed her by the arm, and she stopped mid-sentence.

This... marriage is no child's play.

You two already had an engagement; now you've just married early, without undergoing the palace's three letters and six etiquettes, and you haven't yet been entered into the imperial genealogy.

But your marriage does have an imperial edict of marriage, and I, this old fellow, personally witnessed it.

From now on, you are properly and formally husband and wife.

Your Highness, go.

Take Luo'er to perform the wedding rites.

On the high summit of the stockade mountain.

Red silk hung everywhere across the hills.

All the MiaoJiang maidens were singing mountain songs.

All the young men were beating drums, celebrating.

Li Qingluo was carried up the mountain in a sedan chair.

At the mountaintop, the handsome groom Duan Rongshi held a bunch of wildflowers he had picked, waiting for his lovely bride to approach slowly.

Pei Lao Furen and the others remained seated on the high hall.

Zhui Yu, Po Feng, and Leng Dian had red eyes, watching Your Highness finally have his wish fulfilled, each of them excitedly wiping their eyes.

Li Qingluo's Que'er and Zheng Mama were also sobbing uncontrollably.

Everyone was happy, crying and laughing.

Waiting for Li Qingluo to finally be brought to the front, she yawned and said: "Duan Rongshi, how much longer until this is over?"

I can barely hold on—I'm so sleepy, so tired.

Everyone: ……

For a moment, everyone couldn't help but laugh.

Duan Rongshi lowered his head, affectionately coaxing his little bride: "Right away."

After we finish the wedding rites, Luo'er can go to sleep. Okay?

Li Qingluo could only keep forcing her eyes open: "All right… hurry up."

Duan Rongshi quickly gave the Wu Yue Tribe elder a look, signaling to hurry.

All the unnecessary elaborate rites were skipped as quickly as possible.

They directly proceeded to the final step of bowing to heaven and earth.

The Master of Ceremonies had to hurriedly shout: "First bow to heaven and earth——"

"Second bow to parents and elders——"

"Mutual bow as husband and wife——"

"Escort to the bridal chamber——"

Before reaching the bridal chamber, Li Qingluo collapsed and fell asleep.

In her dream, she seemed to see a beautiful fairy identical to Duan Rongshi smiling and saying to her: "Luo'er, seeing you and Ashi finally married, Mother Consort feels deeply relieved."

"Mother Consort wishes you and Ashi loving harmony, growing old together, and a house full of descendants."

"Go back."

"Don't worry about Mother Consort anymore."

"Mother Consort will always bless you."

Li Qingluo cried out: "Mother Consort—Mother Consort—"

She woke up crying.

By now, outside it was completely dark.

Li Qingluo rubbed her eyes and sat up.

Duan Rongshi also came over holding a teacup.

"Luo'er, who were you calling?"

Li Qingluo: "How strange. I seemed to be calling you."

Duan Rongshi couldn't help but chuckle: "Me?"

"You really are sleeping like an idiot."

"How could I be your mother..."

His words came to an abrupt halt.

Duan Rongshi earnestly stared at Li Qingluo's slightly dazed sleeping face: "Lu'er, did you see me in your dream?"

Li Qingluo: "It's you. But it also seems not you."

"I call her mother consort."

Duan Rongshi's breath caught.

After he also experienced several incredibly realistic dreams under the joint sorcery of the Wuyue Tribe elder and the Crane Immortal, he knew that there truly are ghosts and gods in this world.

Could it be...

He stared at Lu'er's cheeks, flushed red from sleep, his heart gradually growing excited.

Just as he was about to continue asking, an untimely knocking sounded outside.

Po Feng: "Your Highness."

"The Grand Empress Dowager has passed away."

"From Jinling City, you must return to the imperial capital immediately!"

Although a spring night is worth a thousand gold.

Tonight is also Your Highness's wedding night.

But Po Feng they also knew, right now the—uh, no, their consort has finally awakened, so Your Highness naturally should go attend to that important matter.

Duan Rongshi heard this, fell silent for a moment, then replied: "I know."

"Wait for me one more shichen."

Po Feng: "Yes."

"We subordinates will go down the mountain to wait for Your Highness."

Quiet returned outside once again.

Turning her head, Li Qingluo was blinking her eyes at Duan Rongshi.

"Where are you going?"

She knew he seemed about to leave now.

So she hurriedly clung to his neck.

"But I don't want to."

Her eyes reddened with grievance, she kept shaking her head.

Duan Rongshi held her and sat her on his lap.

"Lu'er, it's my fault. I also can't bear to leave my Lu'er."

"However, my grandmother has passed away."

"So I must hurry back first."

"I promised Lu'er I'll hurry back. Okay?"

"Grandmother?"

Li Qingluo thought of her own grandmother.

Her heart instantly softened.

"Then how long will you be gone?"

Duan Rongshi: "As fast as one month."

"If it's slow... I have no expectation."

"Lu'er, you should rest and recover first."

"Moreover, Sect Leader Jinniu also has an agreement with you, so you cannot leave this place for at least half a year."

"Be good and wait for me, okay?"

Li Qingluo's heart was filled with an uncontrollable spreading sorrow.

"What if I forget you?"

"Duan Rongshi, you will also forget me."

Duan Rongshi smiled: "No, I won't."

"I am your husband; in this world, you have only me as your husband."

"And you are my wife."

"In this world, I also have only you as my wife."

"We have already bowed today; in this life, we belong only to each other."

He lowered his head and gently pressed his forehead against hers.

Unable to restrain himself, he gripped the back of her head and gently kissed her.