550: Chapter 550 A Happy Marriage

[You were the first to break the silence: "It's been a hundred years, why have you become so restrained?"]

[Cheng Rongrong looked up and glanced at you, her eyes like a pool of spring water, so soft they couldn't be dissolved.]

[As your eyes met, she felt as if her heart was about to leap out of her chest.]

[Blushing, she summoned her courage and said: "Do you still remember... you once gave me a poem?"]

["A poem?"]

[She nodded, her eyes suddenly turning a bit red: "In the imperial capital, the hibiscus crowns all flowers; travelers vie to see the beauty that stirs the soul. The stars and moon should hide in shame upon seeing you; I wish to move the stars to protect your radiant glow."]

[She looked deeply at you, then lowered her head, her voice very soft: "You gave this to me. Back then... were you sincere?"]

[You were stunned for a moment.]

[You had almost forgotten this poem yourself.]

[She still remembered it???]

[You looked into her eyes—those eyes were like those of a startled fawn, bright and trembling, as if they might shatter at any moment.]

[Your heart softened, and your voice unconsciously grew gentler: "Am I not currently protecting you, as well as this Great Desolate Continent?"]

[Cheng Rongrong's cheeks were flushed. She took a deep breath and looked at you boldly: "I heard... your Dao Companion has fallen. If you don't mind, I... I... I can do it."]

["I..."]

[Just as you spoke, Murong Zhaozhao's voice came from outside the courtyard gate.]

["No way—!"]

[She rushed in and stood beside you with her hands on her hips: "I don't agree!"]

[Murong Zhaozhao turned to look at you, huffing: "Well, well, I haven't seen you for a moment and you're here having a secret meeting with another girl?"]

[Your expression darkened: "Zhaozhao, be good, go back and rest."]

["I won't rest!" She stiffened her neck, "I'm staying in your courtyard tonight!"]

[Cheng Rongrong looked at her, her voice very soft: "Zhaozhao, do you really want your father to be alone for the rest of his life? He is a lonely person, he also needs someone to accompany him..."]

["How is he alone!" Zhaozhao immediately interrupted her, "He has me!"]

["You will have a Dao Companion of your own in the future."]

["My heart is set on the Dao, I won't look for a Dao Companion!"]

["But... the Qin Family Bloodline cannot be broken?"]

["I... I..." Murong Zhaozhao was speechless, finally squeezing out a sentence after a long time, "Anyway, it's just not allowed!"]

[Cheng Rongrong took a deep breath and spoke the thoughts she had kept in her heart for a century: "Since you've returned this time, why not... leave an heir for the Qin Family."]

[You looked at Cheng Rongrong, and an indescribable feeling suddenly welled up in your heart.]

[You understood her too well.]

[Once she chose someone, it was for a lifetime.]

[You were the obsession of her life.]

[If you hadn't appeared, she might have passed away long ago.]

[With you, only you remained in her world.]

[This outcome was something you had verified countless times in the past.]

[No matter which time, she always cared for you, for a lifetime.]

[You repeatedly recalled the women you had met.]

[Most of the others were more or less mixed with interests.]

[Only she—Cheng Rongrong—had nothing but pure love for you.]

[You were also curious, could this be a fated destiny?]

[Perhaps through years of thinking of you day and night, this feeling for you had been etched into her marrow.]

[Etched so deeply that even she couldn't pull herself out.]

[You looked at her and remained silent for a long time.]

[The courtyard was so quiet that only the sound of the wind remained.]

[She stood there, not daring to look at you or rush you, just lowering her head, her fingers twisting the corner of her clothes.]

[The wind blew, and the stray hairs on her forehead floated gently.]

[You suddenly remembered the first time you met her—after you fooled her once, her eyes lit up with a light that couldn't be hidden.]

[The light in her eyes now was still impossible to hide.]

["Okay." You simply uttered a single word.]

["You—!" Murong Zhaozhao's face turned ashen as she glared at you fixedly.]

[Cheng Rongrong's body trembled, as if something had struck her heart.]

[She looked up, the light in her eyes like a shattered galaxy, so bright one didn't dare to look directly at it.]

[The corners of her mouth moved; she wanted to smile, yet also seemed about to cry.]

["I knew it... you like me too." Her voice was very light, as if afraid of blowing this dream away.]

["Ah—waaaa..." Murong Zhaozhao began to cry loudly, tears pitter-pattering down.]

[Cheng Rongrong walked over and gently stroked her head, her voice as gentle as if coaxing a child: "Zhaozhao, I will treat you like my own daughter, you don't need to worry."]

[Murong Zhaozhao slapped her hand away, pouted, gave you a fierce glare, and turned to leave, muttering: "Stinky men, not a single one is good! Loving every one they see!"]

[Cheng Rongrong watched her back, then turned back to look at you, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes: "Don't worry... I will work hard to gain her approval."]

["No matter," you smiled, "That's just her personality, she'll be fine in a few days."]

[You knew clearly that Murong Zhaozhao only treated you as an older brother, and you only treated her as a younger sister, without any romantic feelings.]

[Cheng Rongrong said no more, just standing quietly by your side.]

[She looked up with you, gazing at that pitch-black sky.]

[At this moment, her heart felt like it had a little deer inside, thumping and jumping, making her whole body feel warm.]

[That sweetness overflowed from her heart, to her fingertips, to the tips of her hair, until she felt like her whole self was about to float away.]

[She wanted to speak but didn't know what to say. She just quietly moved closer to you, and then a bit closer.]

[The wind blew through the courtyard, fluttering her skirt and messing up the stray hairs on her forehead.]

[She raised her hand to tidy her hair, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but curl upward.]

[These things buried deep in her heart for a century had finally seen the light.]

[Time passed day by day.]

[After the news of your marriage to Cheng Rongrong spread, the entire Longyang City was shaken.]

[Of course, the reason for the shock—was Cheng Rongrong.]

[The Qin Manor was busy beyond measure. Red silk was hung from the main gate all the way to the backyard, lanterns were hung row after row, and even the lions at the entrance were tied with red silk balls.]

[On the day of the wedding, before dawn, the Qin Manor became lively.]

[Inside the manor, there were at least a hundred tables, with local gentry, Disciples of the Fengyun Pavilion, merchants from Longyang City, and old friends who had rushed from nearby cities. People you knew and those you didn't all came.]

[Because Chen Yuanyuan, Fragrant Lord Qiao, and the others had too high a profile, you didn't let them come to this wedding.]

[When the auspicious hour arrived, you wore a bright red robe and held a red silk ribbon, with Cheng Rongrong at the other end. She was in a red bridal gown, wearing a Golden Buyao, her face as red as the Bridal Veil in her hand.]

[Lin Xueping stood to the side, her tears already uncontrollable, laughing and crying at the same time, wiping them on Qin Xiuwen's sleeve.]

[Qin Xiuwen's eyes were red, but he was still being stubborn: "What are you crying for? It's a joyous day."]

["I'm happy, can't I cry?" Lin Xueping gave him a look, then smiled again.]

[During the wedding ceremony, the main hall was packed with people.]

["First bow to Heaven and Earth—"]

[Cheng Rongrong bent down, her Golden Buyao swaying, filling the room with light.]

["Make way, make way... move aside, move aside..."]

[Three figures strode in, the leader's gaze sweeping across the guests in the courtyard before finally landing on you.]

["Are you the groom?"]