554: Chapter 554 Sending Them to the Bridal Chamber

[You paused, your voice deepening: "If the Disciples of the Fengyun Pavilion all acted as wickedly as you..."]

["Then today it is me being harassed. Tomorrow it will be Song Yang. The day after tomorrow, Xue Miaoyun. And the day after that, even the Pavilion Master."]

["Every time a Disciple of the Fengyun Pavilion gets married, they would be subjected to harassment."]

["The harassers would say—I am doing this for your own good. I am thinking of the Fengyun Pavilion. I represent the people of the world."]

["You claim to have Cheng Rongrong's best interests at heart, yet every single thing you do is hurting her."]

["You are guilty of secondary evils and minor evils. Secondary evil is bullying the weak; minor evil is hurting others."]

["Do not commit an evil act simply because it seems minor."]

["If you dare to commit minor and secondary evils today, you will dare to commit great evils tomorrow."]

[Kuang Tianyou trembled all over, his back feeling as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over it, chilling him to the bone. He opened his mouth to say something, but his lips quivered for a long time without a single word coming out.]

[Emperor Xiao Rui's lips trembled as a trace of fear welled up inside him—he feared no one, except for the immortal regulations of the Fengyun Pavilion.]

[Fang Chen, who was sprawled on the ground, was suddenly startled. Cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his hands shook violently against the ground. He tried to push himself up but couldn't find the strength.]

[If this matter was defined as a violation of the immortal regulations—then even the Old Ancestors of their three families would not be able to protect them.]

[The courtyard suddenly became lively as many people began to jeer.]

["That's right, hurry up and kick these three troublemakers out!"]

["Shh... keep your voice down, these three all have backgrounds."]

["What backgrounds? Can any background be greater than the bride's?"]

["Kick them out!"]

["Kick them out!"]

[The shouts rose in waves, and even the old men eating melon seeds by the door joined in for a few shouts.]

[Cheng Rongrong raised her hand, and the courtyard instantly fell silent.]

[She looked at the three of them, her voice calm but carrying an unquestionable authority: "You should be glad today is my wedding day. Otherwise, given your actions, I would certainly not show you mercy."]

[After speaking, she turned to Song Yang: "Junior Brother Song, please hand these three over to the Law Enforcement Hall. According to the wager, sever their arms, cripple their cultivation, and expel them from the Fengyun Pavilion."]

[Song Yang nodded: "Rest assured, Senior Sister Cheng."]

[He raised his hand, and invisible Law Power surged from his palm. Like three invisible hands, it swept up Emperor Xiao Rui, Kuang Tianyou, and Fang Chen, sending them flying toward the great teleportation array in the city.]

[Emperor Xiao Rui was still in a daze, his mind a complete mess. Kuang Tianyou's face was deathly pale, his lips still trembling. Fang Chen lay on the ground, and when he was swept up, he even forgot to struggle.]

[The three of them floated in mid-air like three fallen leaves blown by the wind, wobbling as they flew into the distance.]

[The wedding continued.]

["First bow to Heaven and Earth—"]

["Second bow to the parents—"]

["Husband and wife bow to each other—"]

["Send them to the bridal chamber!"]

[Applause rang out, crackling and bursting with festive energy.]

[You took Cheng Rongrong's hand and walked through the crowd, past the smiling faces and blessings, step by step toward the rear courtyard.]

[After entering the bridal chamber, you could clearly hear the sound of Cheng Rongrong's heartbeat.]

[Thump, thump—it was like a rabbit was trapped in her chest, frantic and erratic.]

[Her breathing was quick and shallow, her cheeks as hot as freshly steamed buns, the red flush spreading all the way to the tips of her ears.]

[She kept her head down, not daring to look at you, her eyelashes fluttering like a startled butterfly.]

[You led her over and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.]

[Her palms were covered in sweat, and her fingertips trembled slightly.]

[You could feel her entire body shivering gently, like a leaf in the wind.]

[A faint fragrance wafted from her body into your nose, neither too strong nor too light, just right.]

[You tilted your head to look at her and smiled: "What's wrong? Weren't you quite bold before? Why have you become so timid now?"]

["Who... who says I'm timid!" Her voice trembled, her stubbornness lacking any real conviction.]

[You laughed and pulled her into your arms, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead.]

[Her body stiffened for a moment, then, like melting snow, she went soft and leaned into your embrace.]

[You felt her soft body, carrying a slight warmth, like a spring breeze or an autumn cloud.]

[As you both reclined together, the bed curtains slowly descended.]

[The light of the red candles filtered through the thin gauze, hazy and dim, bathing the entire room in warm hues.]

[The faint noise of the banquet drifted in from outside, distant, as if separated by a layer of water.]

[Inside the room, there was only the creaking of the bedstead, accompanied by the sound of rhythmic impacts and soft murmurs.]

[Three hours later, Cheng Rongrong buried her head in your chest, her voice muffled as if floating out of a dream: "I have waited for this day... for so long."]

[You didn't say anything, only held her tighter.]

[Time passed day by day.]

[In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.]

[Over the past six months, you and Cheng Rongrong had been almost inseparable.]

[Every morning, she woke up earlier than you.]

[When you opened your eyes, she was already sitting by the bed with a bowl of hot porridge. A poached egg lay nestled in the porridge, its yolk soft-boiled; when broken, it flowed into the porridge, golden and bright.]

["Eat quickly, before it gets cold," she said softly.]

[You looked down and saw that the porridge contained more than just eggs. Several other things were floating in it—the member of a Red-Maned Fierce Bull, sliced thin; the essence blood of a Blazing Sun Deer, condensed into dark red beads; and a few drops of Morning Sun Jade Dew, crystal clear, floating on the surface.]

["This... do I really need to eat these?" You looked up at her.]

["Mother said she wants to hold another grandchild soon." Cheng Rongrong held the bowl and leaned in, preparing to feed you.]

["I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself!"]

[You took the bowl with a smile and took a sip. It was spicy and hot, burning all the way from your throat to your stomach.]

[She watched you eat from the side, the corners of her mouth curled up and her eyes bright.]

[The one hundred and third year,]

[Cheng Rongrong was heavily pregnant, and you accompanied her as she walked through the city.]

[The morning market was at its liveliest—]

[A farm woman selling vegetables shouted at the top of her lungs about "fresh bok choy." Beside her, an old man selling tofu said nothing, only slicing the tofu with a knife, piece by piece, perfectly neat. A butcher selling meat raised his cleaver and brought it down on the chopping block with a loud thud.]

[Cheng Rongrong held your arm as you browsed shop after shop.]

[She was very serious when buying vegetables, insisting on picking the freshest ones and haggling over prices. Sometimes she would argue with someone for a long time over three copper coins, only to giggle secretly afterward.]

["What are you laughing at?" you asked.]

["Mother said I should laugh every day; it's good for the baby," she said.]

[You looked at her and said nothing.]

[Days like these were better than anything else.]

[The one hundred and fourth year,]

[The child was born; it was a boy.]

[Cheng Rongrong lay on the bed, her face pale and covered in sweat, yet she smiled with all her might.]

[She held the child in her arms, her fingers gently touching that wrinkled little face, her eyes full of light.]

["He looks like you," she said.]

[You leaned in to look, but no matter how you looked at him, you thought he looked like her.]

["Have you thought of a name?" you asked.]

[She looked at you, her voice soft, yet sounding as if it flowed from the depths of her heart: "I've thought of one. His name will be Qin Hongwen."]

["Hongwen?"]

[She nodded, her eyes turning slightly red: "The first time I got to know you was because of your talent. Back then... I... I already admired you."]

[She paused and looked down at the child in her arms, her voice becoming even softer: "So I named him Hongwen. I hope that in the future, he can be just like you."]

[You didn't say anything, only gripped her hand tightly.]

[The light from the window shone in, falling upon the mother and son, warm and comforting.]