110: Chapter 110 Farewell, Young Master Su

Cang Mingyue stood at the edge of the surging crowd.

Watching Su Chen, dressed in striking red robes and riding a white horse, gradually distance himself.

On his chest, he still wore that deep blue pearl.

Within her blurred, tearful eyes.

That pearl.

Was like the sharpest of sword blades.

After stabbing ruthlessly into her heart, it continued to turn slowly.

All around.

The deafening cheers were blessings from the heart, sincere praises for the "match made in heaven" that was "Great Commander Su" and "Vice Commander Ye."

Every word felt like salt being rubbed into her bleeding wounds.

She suddenly felt like an utter joke.

A... redundant person who shouldn't have been here.

Indeed, what right did she have to blame him?

It was she who had arrived too late.

When he most needed someone to fight alongside him and engage in bloody battle, the one by his side was Ye Jingjun.

When he was strategizing and restoring the nation, the one standing beside him was also Ye Jingjun.

And she, Cang Mingyue, besides that "mermaids tear" she had given out of unrequited wishful thinking, and besides that insignificant protection in distant East Lai, what else had she ever given him?

Everything was nothing more than her own wishful thinking.

Perhaps he had never truly belonged to her.

That moonlight by the sea, those gentle instructions, those seemingly solemn promises.

Perhaps they were just casual charities given out of pity or some other reason.

It was she herself who had foolishly taken them seriously.

Indulging in them, unable to extricate herself.

She still remembered what Su Chen had told her then.

Falling in love with someone is a very irrational thing.

And so, she had irrationally fallen in love with him.

But...

Immense sorrow and self-mockery surged like seawater, instantly submerging her.

Cang Mingyue turned her head.

Taking one last deep look at the red figure about to disappear around the street corner.

As if to carve his image, along with this heart-wrenching, bone-piercing pain, into the depths of her soul.

Then, she turned around abruptly.

Pushing through the cheering crowd behind her.

Stumbling in the opposite direction of the wedding procession.

She ran with all her might.

Tears flowed like a bursting dam, streaming wildly down her face.

Scattered into the air by the whistling wind.

She didn't know where she was going.

She only wanted to flee this city, to flee the festive atmosphere filling the streets.

To flee this scene that was tearing her heart apart.

"Goodbye, Young Master Su..."

"No... it is farewell forever."

"May your reign be eternal, and may you grow old together with her."

"I will never come to disturb you again."

...

Meanwhile.

The wedding procession had arrived at the newly renovated Vice Commander Ye's Estate.

When Su Chen, riding the white horse, slowly came to a halt in front of the main gate.

His breath suddenly hitched.

There, atop the high steps of the estate gate.

Ye Jingjun, adorned in a phoenix coronet and a ceremonial robe, stood there quietly.

Waiting for his arrival.

The young Female Sword Immortal had shed her iconic crimson battle robes and donned an intricate and magnificent bright red wedding dress.

She was breathtakingly beautiful.

The wedding dress was densely woven with gold thread in a pattern of flying phoenixes.

It shimmered with light, perfectly outlining her tall and graceful figure.

Her slender waist, easily encircled by a single hand, and her full, shapely bosom.

Under the solemn and beautiful formal attire, they added a touch of soul-stirring allure.

Her exquisite face, usually as cold as frost, was now lightly dusted with makeup.

Shedding the killing intent of the battlefield, she gained a hint of the charm and tenderness unique to a bride.

"My god, is this Vice Commander Ye?"

"Tsk tsk, the Female Rakshasa is marrying and going off to cook soup for someone else..."

"I have to say, in all of Great Ning, only Vice Commander Ye is truly a match for Great Commander Su..."

If Ye Jingjun had heard someone call her the Female Rakshasa on the training grounds normally, she would have surely drawn her sword and slashed them three hundred times.

But now.

She acted as if she hadn't heard.

She personally walked down the steps to greet Su Chen.

"Husband."

She called out softly.

Taking the initiative, she reached out and grasped his cold palm.

Su Chen looked at her and finally showed his first heartfelt smile of the day.

"Jingjun, you... are truly beautiful today."

Two flushes of crimson rose on Ye Jingjun's face; at this moment, she was no longer the Crimson Phoenix Sword Immortal who struck terror into the hearts of her enemies, but just an ordinary woman immersed in the joy and anxiety of her wedding.

"Let's go inside, husband. The Master of Ceremonies is waiting."

She gripped Su Chen's hand tightly, as if afraid that if she let go, he would vanish.

The following ceremony was so simple it was almost hurried.

Both Su Chen and Ye Jingjun tacitly skipped all unnecessary steps.

Amidst the slightly rushed chants of the Master of Ceremonies.

They performed the three bows to Heaven and Earth.

They bowed to the elders (which was actually just bowing to the empty seats holding the spirit tablets of Ye Yuan and Zhao Feng).

They bowed to each other.

It was completed in almost the time it takes for a single stick of incense to burn.

The civil and military officials and generals observing the ceremony felt slightly surprised.

After all, the gifts they had prepared to curry favor with Su Chen and Ye Jingjun, the various ceremonies, and the wide variety of wedding feast dishes hadn't even been brought to the table yet.

How could the wedding be over already?

But their reputations were too great after all.

They didn't dare say much, only offering their blessings one after another.

As soon as the ceremony ended, Ye Jingjun dismissed all the civil and military officials and the maids almost immediately.

Almost half-supporting and half-carrying Su Chen, surrounded by maids, she walked quickly toward the already prepared bridal chamber.

She even ignored those complex looks behind her.

Inside the bridal chamber.

Red candles burned bright, and there were embroidered quilts on the bed.

Every corner exuded a festive atmosphere.

Su Chen was carefully helped by Ye Jingjun to sit on the edge of the bed, which was covered with a bright red quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water.

Even such a simple action seemed to have exhausted his last bit of strength.

He panted slightly, two drops of cold sweat sliding down from his temples.

"Husband, help me lift the bridal veil."

Ye Jingjun picked up the golden weighing scale rod from a nearby jade tray and pressed it into Su Chen's hand.

Su Chen took the golden rod and very gently and slowly lifted the bright red veil from her head.

As the veil fell away, it revealed her stunningly beautiful face.

Under the candlelight, she was breathtakingly beautiful, her eyes shimmering with moisture.

Su Chen looked at her, just about to say something.

Suddenly, his body trembled violently, and the will he had been forcing himself to maintain seemed to snap instantly.

His head slumped weakly to the side, and his whole body fell straight backward.

He fell heavily onto the soft quilt, with no further sound or movement.

"Husband!"

Ye Jingjun cried out in alarm.

The golden weighing scale rod in her hand fell to the floor with a "clatter."

She rushed to the bedside, her trembling hand reaching for Su Chen's breath.

His breath was so weak it was almost imperceptible.

His body temperature, already extremely low, was now frighteningly cold.

"It can't be... it can't be!"

"Husband, wake up."

"Look at me."

"We just performed the wedding ceremony."

She instantly panicked, her tears falling like broken strings of pearls.

Suddenly, she seemed to remember something.

She scrambled to the dressing table on the side.

Bringing over the warm water and clean towel she had prepared beforehand.

Then, she returned to the bedside.

Gritting her teeth, she began to carefully unfasten the intricate groom's auspicious robes Su Chen was wearing.

Her movements were as gentle as if she were handling a rare and precious treasure.