417: Chapter 417 Marrying Ruozao

Lin Yun strode across the courtyard and walked up the stairs to the second floor.

The door was left ajar, and from inside came the sound of Lu Shan whispering and the soft, fragmented laughter of Ruozao.

Lin Yun pushed open the door.

Ruozao sat on the edge of the bed, her Red Bridal Veil already lowered, obscuring her face.

Hearing footsteps, she instinctively tightened her grip on the red silk over her knees.

Lu Shan, standing by the bed, saw Lin Yun enter and quickly stepped aside.

"Husband, she is here."

Lin Yun walked up to Ruozao.

He reached out, his warm palm covering the back of her hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Ruozao, I have come to fetch you."

Ruozao's fingertips stopped trembling.

She sat there, and through the layer of red silk, she could feel the warmth of his palm.

She gave a soft "Mn," her voice so gentle and light, as if she were afraid of shattering something.

Lin Yun leaned down, wrapping one arm around her back and the other under the back of her knees, lifting her steadily into his arms.

Ruozao let out a small cry, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his chest.

The Red Bridal Veil swayed slightly, revealing her flushed earlobes.

"Wow—"

"Bravo!"

"The bride has been carried out!"

"Set off the fireworks! Set them off!"

Deafening cheers and jeers erupted from inside and outside the courtyard.

The ceremonial cannons fired in unison, and red confetti filled the sky.

Carrying Ruozao, Lin Yun walked down the steps, step by step, crossing the courtyard toward the lead vehicle outside the gate, which was adorned with red silk.

Ruozao leaned into his embrace, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat.

She buried her face deeper, but the corners of her mouth couldn't stop curling upward.

Arriving at the door of the vehicle, Lin Yun bent down, carefully placing Ruozao into the cabin, and then sat in after her.

The door closed.

The engine gave a low roar.

One thousand and eight silver-white "Liuyun" anti-gravity vehicles started simultaneously, forming a long dragon as they drove majestically toward the Lin Family Manor.

The red silk fluttered outside the car windows like a flowing river of red.

Those remaining at the North Wind Princes Mansion watched the convoy depart, laughing and discussing the amusing events that had just taken place.

The convoy traveled further and further into the morning light.

Through the window, Ruozao watched the streetscape receding rapidly, her heart beating like a drum.

She stole a glance at Lin Yun beside her.

He was looking out the window, his profile outlined in the morning light with clean, sharp contours.

As if sensing her gaze, he turned his head to look at her.

"What is it?"

"...Nothing."

Ruozao quickly looked away, and her Red Bridal Veil fell back into place.

Lin Yun smiled and reached out, gently taking her hand.

His palm was warm, and though his grip was light, it carried a reassuring strength.

The convoy continued its journey through the morning light.

Red silk fluttered, drums and gongs resounded, and the whole city was filled with celebration.

...

Lin Family Manor.

The area outside the main gate was already packed with people.

Guests arrived one after another, gathering in groups of two or three in the courtyard, holding teacups and exchanging pleasantries.

The main ceremonial platform was covered with a red carpet, with flower pillars lined up neatly on either side, and red silk hanging from the eaves, fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

Moli stood under an old locust tree in the corner of the courtyard.

Today, she had changed into a light lotus-root colored jacket, with two small daisies still embroidered on the cuffs, looking no different from usual.

But her gaze was completely different from usual.

From the moment Lin Yun carried Ruozao out of the vehicle.

Her gaze had been locked onto Lin Yun.

Lin Yun carried Ruozao out of the vehicle and, surrounded by the crowd, walked carefully toward the main ceremonial platform.

Moli watched him, looking left, looking right, looking up, and looking down.

Lin Yun's appearance was naturally outstanding.

This was beyond doubt.

His features were regular, his brows and eyes deep, and he appeared gentle and steady.

Within the Sixth Order Completion Realm, he was indeed exceptional.

But as for having anything special...

Special enough to make that ten-thousand-year-old fox, King Xuanyin, who had lived for nearly ten thousand years and seen countless Prodigies, run off without even saying hello...

Moli narrowed her eyes and scanned Lin Yun from head to toe again.

She still couldn't see anything.

His features were handsome, but not to the extent that one would be dazed at a single glance.

His temperament was steady, but she had seen a basketful of Eighth or Ninth Order experts who were steadier than him.

His speech and demeanor were nothing special, similar to an ordinary descendant of a noble family.

Moli wrinkled her nose.

"That's all there is to it."

She muttered to herself.

Yet, despite saying this, her gaze never wavered.

From when Lin Yun carried Ruozao out of the vehicle.

To standing on the main ceremonial platform.

To the master of ceremonies shouting "Bow to Heaven and Earth."

To the angle of his slight bow during the couple's mutual bow.

Moli's gaze followed him the whole time.

Xuanyin's words, "You will know once you have more contact with him," hung in her heart like a thin hook.

Pulling all her attention in that direction.

She looked once, but saw nothing.

She looked again, but still saw nothing.

She didn't turn and slip away after watching the excitement for a moment like she usually did.

She stood under the old locust tree, arms crossed, her slender legs slightly apart.

With an expression that said, "I really want to see what kind of mystery you are hiding."

Not far away, King Feiyun was also watching.

Her gaze moved slowly through the crowd, first landing on the main ceremonial platform.

Ruozao was already standing beside Lin Yun with the Red Bridal Veil covering her face; the two stood side by side, connected by the red silk, like a painting.

King Feiyun's gaze lingered on this painting for a very short time before moving away.

She looked toward Ziyi.

Ziyi's expression was calm, her demeanor dignified.

When King Feiyun's gaze landed on her face, Ziyi was looking toward the main ceremonial platform, a polite smile on her lips.

But King Feiyun noticed that when Ziyi's gaze swept over Lin Yun, her eyelashes trembled almost imperceptibly.

The frequency was exactly the same as when Lin Yun appeared in the garrison courtyard that morning.

King Feiyun withdrew her gaze, her brows furrowing slightly.

As if she were pondering something.

Then she looked in another direction.

Moli.

Under the old locust tree, that petite figure stood with her arms crossed, her gaze locked straight onto the direction of the main ceremonial platform.

Moli's gaze was fixed on Lin Yun, unmoving.

King Feiyun's brows furrowed again.

Moli was not the type of person who would stand quietly and watch the entire wedding.

In the past, when she attended such occasions, she would at most stay for the time it takes to burn a stick of incense before slipping away, either to find something to eat or to chat with acquaintances.

Today, she stood under that old locust tree, and from the time Lin Yun got out of the car until now, nearly half an hour had passed, and she hadn't moved an inch.

King Feiyun lowered her eyes, silently noting this scene in her heart.