Young Master Is Being Jealous Again!
Chapter 1198: A Citywide Sensational Grand Fantasy Wedding (Part 6)

Chapter 1198: Chapter 1198: A Citywide Sensational Grand Fantasy Wedding (Part 6)

Huo Yunjiao and Qin Ruan clasped hands, and a sporadic applause arose around them, growing denser as time passed.

The wedding vows of Huo Sanye weren’t shockingly thrilling, but rather tender and moving declarations. He didn’t mention love explicitly in each sentence, yet every phrase conveyed love between them.

His voice was low and elegant, as gently pleasant as ever.

Qin Ruan gazed at the man before her, the sorrow hidden in her eyes so intense it couldn’t dissolve, and tears slid unknowingly down her cheeks.

After many twists and turns, a thousand years later, they finally reached the point of tying the marital knot.

Qin Ruan, wrapped in her tormenting guilt, suddenly found it difficult to breathe. Her heart ached as if sliced by knives, and intense, piercing pain made her body tremble.

Last night, after a pre-wedding panic filled with anticipation and tension, she finally received an invitation from Lord Zhou into a dream that was both real and unfamiliar.

In the dream, she saw how another version of herself schemed to break into the Netherworld’s Feidu City, and after meticulous planning, met with the city’s master. She put on an act day by day, telling planned lies to make him drop his guard, all to win over his heart.

The actions of her dream-self were shameless beyond measure.

No wonder the supreme god of Fengdu, after having his heart carved out, broke off all ties with her in the dream, declaring he would never meet her again in this life or the next.

Such a relentless oath caused the dream-self to feel gut-wrenching pain, almost to the point of heartbreak.

The pain and regret in the dream were so vivid that they overwhelmed Qin Ruan, submerging her completely into an abyss with no light in sight.

It was she who lacked compassion and righteousness; it was she who approached him with malice, intending to steal his heart.

She should bear all the consequences alone and had no room for regrets, nor a chance for restitution.

She couldn’t ask for forgiveness but could only live with the heavy shackles, barely surviving each day in endless guilt.

The oppressive nightmare scared Qin Ruan awake; her pillow soaked with an unknown amount of tears.

She sat, lonely, on the edge of the bed, looking out at the night engulfed in darkness, recalling the jumbled memories from the dream. The source that once seemed an entangled mess suddenly became clear.

There were many fragmented scenes in the dream, yet she had found a thread of clues.

The people who mysteriously appeared around her since last year and the strange events she experienced were all eerily directed at her.

There was definitely something wrong with her identity. From the moment fox tails appeared on her, she should have fully realized it.

The Fox Clan Princess, mentioned by Qiongqi and Taowu, might be her true identity, and she was also the main culprit in the dream who stole the heart of the Feidu Emperor.

As for what Chu Zifeng told her—that the frequent dream scenes were due to Golden Whip, which came from that Fox Clan Princess—it was nothing more than an ignorant lie.

Qin Ruan was so certain of this because, in the dream, she saw another familiar face, the person whom the Fox Clan Princess had wanted to save with the Feidu Emperor’s heart—the Nine-tailed Fox Divine Monarch, her brother in the dream, Princess Aruan.

He bore a face seven to eight parts similar to Xia Yunchen’s.

When Huo Yunjiao invited Xia Yunchen to be his best man at the Qin Family’s welcoming ceremony, Qin Ruan’s heart sank continuously upon his arrival at the door.

Xia Yunchen’s face, which had changed so much from last year, was all too obvious.

If Xia Yunchen used to have no connection to the Nine-tailed Fox Divine Monarch in temperament or charm, upon seeing him again, everything about him, his looks and his aura, was the spitting image of the modern-day Nine-tailed Fox Divine Monarch.

The moment Qin Ruan saw Xia Yunchen, she could no longer deceive herself into thinking that the fox Aruan from her dreams was unrelated to her.

Changyuan, the Underworld King, Song Qing, Lan An, Hu Yixian, and others who frequently appeared in her dreams, each had their own identities and experiences, and now they all truly appeared beside her.

Even so, Qin Ruan could come up with thousands of reasons to convince herself that everything was merely a coincidence.

The myriad of emotions tied to her bloodline made self-deception impossible for her.

Xia Yunchen shared her bloodline, and their bones flowed with the same blood; it was a kinship that would bind their souls for eternity, even if their lives were shattered.

The seeds of doubt had long been planted, and the timing of truth being torn apart was often down to a single small mistake.

Had Huo Yunjiao not brought Xia Yunchen to the Qin Family, Qin Ruan might have continued to numb herself, but sadly there were no ifs.

After Huo Yunjiao finished her wedding vows, she saw Qin Ruan trembling before her, cold sweat following down her hair and sliding off her temple, her hands nearly unable to hold onto the riverbank flowers.

Huo Yunjiao grasped her trembling hand and asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Qin Ruan’s gaze couldn’t focus. She heard the gentle and reassuring voice at her ear, not the cold and determined voice from her dreams.

She lowered her head, her vision so blurry that she only saw a blur of red in her hands. She spoke with a raspy voice, "I...I don’t feel well."

Upon hearing this, Huo Yunjiao, without regard for the surrounding guests, firmly cradled Qin Ruan in his arms and sternly instructed Huo Qiang, who was following by his side, "Madam is unwell. Leave the rest to my second brother."

"Yes, Master—"

Huo Qiang gestured to the Hidden Guards below the stage, who quickly stepped forward to escort the Family Head and Madam away.

Huo Yirong, holding a wine glass below the stage and sensing something amiss, met Huo Qiang’s silent plea for help with a smile and walked onto the stage with a poised and elegant stride.

Under the puzzled looks of the crowd, he held the microphone and spoke in a gentle voice, "I’m sure everyone knows that my younger sister by marriage is carrying a heavy burden and my third brother is exceptionally caring. Please, everyone..."

As Huo Yunjiao carried Qin Ruan away from the wedding venue and held the person in his arms tight, he saw the people following behind. His expression slowly darkened, and his deep eyes were filled with a chilling coldness.

Urgent questions came from beside Qin Ruan’s ear, "What’s wrong with Qin Ruan?"

The voice paused for a moment before continuing, "Qin Ruan, are you alright? Is it a stomachache, or is the child causing you trouble?"

Xia Yunchen, sensing something was off, kept close behind Huo Yunjiao; his gaze never left Qin Ruan.

As Huo Yunjiao carried Qin Ruan down from the stage, he followed every step, not concealing the anxious look on his face; those unaware might even think he was the groom for the day.

Qin Ruan, resting in Huo Yunjiao’s arms, turned her head slightly to face Xia Yunchen’s worried gaze.

A pale, weak smile appeared on her face as she replied with a polite but distant manner, "Mr. Xia, I’m fine."

Such an indifferent attitude dropped a heavy stone onto Xia Yunchen’s heart; it made him feel suffocated.

He was somewhat agitated, his eyebrows tightly furrowed, and he spoke softly, "You don’t look fine at all. Are you perhaps too tired from today?"

Such genuinely concerned remarks seemed too excessive for the role he played at the wedding today.