Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1193: A Citywide Sensational Grand Fantasy Wedding (Part 1)

Chapter 1193: Chapter 1193: A Citywide Sensational Grand Fantasy Wedding (Part 1)

Huo Yirong’s face clearly portrayed a superficial fear, and his eyes failed to fully convey the dread within.

Rong Menglan’s smile froze at his lips, leaving him feeling very frustrated.

He thought to himself whether Huo Yirong knew that he was one of the ancient fierce beasts rumored among the common folk to eat humans. His formidable combat and destructive power were enough to annihilate the Capital City, posing a Double S Level threat.

Rong Menglan rubbed his forehead irritably, feeling disheartened by Huo Yirong’s dismissive attitude, and coldly snorted, "Fine, if Mr. Huo is not busy, I’ll take my leave first.

Also, don’t come to me about Aqing’s affairs; she has nothing to do with me, and if there is a connection, it’s mutual disdain."

Saying so, he stood up and left, his departing figure proud and graceful.

Huo Yirong remained seated, as always, elegant and composed, not even fluttering his eyelids. His full, sensuous lips barely moved as he murmured, "Take care, no need to see you out."

In fact, after learning Rong Menglan’s true identity, he felt far from the calm he appeared on the surface.

If the other party were just the eldest son of the Rong Family, he wouldn’t mind using his usual methods to subdue him. Even if Song Qing’s disappearance really had nothing to do with him, he couldn’t avoid getting upset due to his close relationship with Song Qing during this period.

Huo Yirong could hardly believe that the stern-faced, experienced Rong youngster, a regular figure in the Cabinet, was actually one of the four great ancient beasts rumored in the Mortal World to have a sheep’s body and eyes under its armpits.

Though it sounded absurd, he quickly accepted it after the initial surprise.

Yet to say he accepted it calmly, there was an indescribable oddness in his heart.

After Rong Menglan left, a deep sigh of helplessness echoed in the quiet hall.

Huo Qiang approached upon hearing it and asked in a low voice, "Second Master?"

Huo Yirong waved him off, his expression impatient, "Just go about your business, don’t hover around me."

His mood was particularly bad right now. One by one, the identities of those around him revealed complexities that made him feel incredibly uneasy.

His youngest brother’s health was deteriorating, Qin Ruan had risen to fame in the Mysterious Studies World of the Capital City with his abilities, the Witch Clan schemed relentlessly in the shadows, Song Qing had transformed from a low-key Hidden Guard to a Flower Demon, and now Rong Menglan emerged as another uncertainty.

Huo Yirong felt that such thrills would only escalate in the future, a premonition that had haunted him since his brother’s health problems began.

Seeing the second master’s solemn expression, Huo Qiang and his men silently left, leaving the vast space to him alone.

Time swiftly passed, and soon it was the day for the third master of the Huo Family to wed.

That day, the main streets in the East City at the heart of the Capital City were blocked, the wide roads devoid of any private cars.

At each blocked intersection, several uniformed enforcement officers with stern and meticulous faces stood. They spoke quietly among themselves, occasionally glancing at the brightly colored red carpet laid on the road, which stretched from the direction of the old Huo residence all the way to North City.

Such a lavish display, unseen for a century, was the Huo Family’s grand gesture for welcoming a new Madam.

In the morning, the Huo Family mansion was surrounded by hundreds of luxury cars, all priceless flagship models, each adorned with fragrant, fresh flowers.

Counting back from the entrance of the Huo house, the flowers decorating most of the wedding procession vehicles were bright red, neither red roses nor any other familiar variety.

Flowers unfurled in the shape of an umbrella like dragon claws, strikingly gorgeous and eye-catching, faintly resembling the legendary flowers of the other shore.

However, the details were different, even more beautiful than the images circulated online, with petals red and peculiar like dragon claws, exceedingly delicate and stunning.

Further back near the spacious road, the wedding car convoy had different flowers adorned on each vehicle, presenting an unfamiliar pattern.

These were the sacred flowers of Tu Mountain—the Phoenix Spirit Flowers.

The Phoenix Spirit Flowers, in their powder-gold hue, bloomed with petals light and thin, dense yet delicate, exuding an elegant and high-end atmosphere.

Every bridal car had very attractive men and women standing in front of it, quietly waiting for the signal to depart.

Not until the roar echoed through the sky did the crowd look up, spotting a helicopter decorated with vibrant roses flying low overhead.

This seemed like a signal. Almost simultaneously and with practiced precision, everyone in front of the bridal convoy boarded their vehicles.

The Huo Family’s mansion gates opened slowly as the car convoy, bearing the specific Huo Family emblem, drove out leisurely.

This was the fleet designated for Huo Third Master, and, in contrast to the usual understated Rolls-Royce Phantom, today featured an extended, top-of-the-line limousine decorated with brilliant otherworldly flowers.

Huo Yunjiao, sitting on the spacious sofa of the lead vehicle, was dressed in a suit with leather shoes, his demeanor noble and elegant. As he watched the grand convoy outside the window, a slow smile curved up the corners of his almost demonically handsome face.

Huo Qiang, who was driving today, could tell how happy his master was. Since this morning, the smile hadn’t left his face.

As the Huo Third Master’s convoy passed the waiting bridal convoy, it drove for a few minutes to a section of the blocked spacious road, then hundreds of cars started and followed slowly.

Hundreds of impressive vehicles, led by the lead car, headed toward the Qin Family.

While the cars made their way to pick up the Huo Family matriarch, another thunderous noise echoed from above.

That day, everyone on the streets of the Capital City looked up upon hearing the sound. They saw an airplane in the sky drawing colorful smoke trails from East City towards North City, flying several rounds before finishing this awe-inspiring spectacle.

The colorful smoke trails were spectacular and lingered brightly in the sky.

At the Huo Family wedding venue, guests who saw this changed their expression slightly. Regardless of whether they knew the details or not, all of them exclaimed at the Huo Family’s grand measures.

For this wedding, the Huo Family had blocked roads and employed special department privileges, activating an airplane typically reserved for cabinet-special holidays to hype the event.

It was a silent declaration to everyone of how much the Huo Family valued the lady whom Huo Third Master was marrying.

The Qin Family was unusually bustling today.

People with status in various fields knew that today Qin Ruan and Huo Third Master were getting married. After the Huo Family announced the wedding date, people from all walks of life rushed to connect with the Qin Family, hoping to draw on their contacts, whether in business or government.

It was clear to all that this year, the Qin family had flourished in business, engaging with partners backed by Aristocratic Families and multiplying their assets by more than tenfold, a sight that made many envious.

It was evident that the Huo Family was supporting the Qin Family without holding back.

Now, the Qin Family’s status in Capital City was not to be underestimated, desirable to many looking to forge connections.

It was known that a nouveau rich family like the Qin’s, in front of real wealth magnates in the past, simply did not match up; frankly speaking, they were not even fit to carry shoes for those who held themselves aloof, despite the Qin’s also being upper class in the past. Yet, in contrast with the Noble Aristocratic Families, there was a class chasm they could never bridge.