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On the morning of the twenty-first, the enthusiastic brothers of the Thunder Constable presented me with a set of exquisitely crafted, high-quality traditional local attire.
"Heroine, this is how we dress around here. If you wear your usual outfit in a crowd, it will stand out too much and attract trouble. It’s better to wear this for now."
I didn’t mind what I wore; my husband wasn’t around, so I didn’t have many concerns. I gladly put on the new clothes but soon realized a serious issue.
The outfit fit perfectly, its tailored design accentuating my figure beautifully, and the gold and silver embroidery made it quite splendid. However, the problem was that the outfit was entirely black!
In addition to the black clothing, there was a matching black pointed hat and a sheer black veil that flowed down to my feet. Well, it looked good… but when I glanced at these brothers, they were all dressed in black as well.
Imagine a street full of people clad in black garments with heavy black veils—oh my goodness… were we attending a funeral?
"Is it possible that newcomers wear… this color?" I hesitantly asked.
"Black? Black is revered in both the Thunder Sect and Earthfire Sect because it represents iron and stone. During auspicious occasions, wearing black is even more important! However, newcomers are different; their wedding attire is bright red, the color of fire!"
I envisioned that scene and found it even more bizarre. Amidst a crowd dressed in solemn black, a red-clad groom would ride alongside a crimson bridal sedan chair—oh my goodness, was this a ghost marriage or what?
I hoped that among the colors revered by these people, there wouldn’t be any white; otherwise, if they adorned themselves with white flowers and tossed white paper money at the newlyweds, I would be in serious trouble.
Suddenly, I felt quite excited about this wedding.
By half past Chen (around 10 AM Beijing time), I stood alongside the Thunder Constable brothers, dressed in our black finery, blending into the sea of dark-clad people on the street.
However, aside from the bizarre colors of people's attire, everything else seemed quite normal. The surroundings were adorned with colorful decorations, filled with laughter and joy, creating a lively atmosphere. From the expressions on people's faces, it was clear that they were genuinely happy, indicating that the leader of the Thunder Sect held a significant place in their hearts.
"I heard the Son-in-law is an Outsider. Where is he going to pick up the bride, and where will they go afterward?"
Various gossip whispers among the crowd satisfied my curiosity.
"The bride moved into the Eldest Son's residence yesterday. As for the wedding, of course, it will be held at the leader's place; after all, the Son-in-law has no home."
"I heard today the Eldest Son is personally accompanying the Son-in-law to bring Sister Three back home!"
"Hua Qing Gongzi is here too! Oh, if only Hua Qing Gongzi and the Son-in-law stood together, how beautiful that would be, especially in formal attire!"
From their conversations, it seemed that Hua Qing Gongzi was the leader's eldest son, Hua Yingjie’s older brother, and apparently quite handsome. I found it unsurprising that Hua Qing Gongzi was good-looking since people here generally had appealing features; even Hu Xuan Zhi had a slightly plump figure but still looked quite proper. I couldn't help but wonder if this "Son-in-law" was as remarkable as everyone claimed!
Just as I was pondering this, the crowd around me suddenly erupted with excitement.
"They're coming! They're coming!"
Coming? I quickly looked up and indeed saw a red and black procession appearing at the end of the street, accompanied by faint sounds of festive music.
The wedding procession resembled those seen on television, so it seemed that their wedding customs were not too different from those of the Han people—overall, it was very lively and celebratory. Leading the way were drummers playing cheerful tunes that instantly lifted spirits. Following them were two tall horses—both pure white steeds—ridden by two young men dressed in black and red. From a distance, they appeared tall and elegant, far from ordinary. Behind them came the large Hongxi sedan chair carrying the new Wife.
As the procession drew closer, I watched with delight. My gaze was first drawn to the horse ridden by the young man in black who looked somewhat slender. His attire and demeanor almost reminded me of my long-admired idol. My autumn always wore black clothes too; it seemed this place suited him quite well.
Looking again at the man's appearance, even though I have been fortunate enough to encounter many handsome men, this one truly took my breath away.
The man had a slightly androgynous look, possessing a certain feminine beauty in his features, which meant he wasn't conventionally handsome. However, despite his delicate looks, he carried himself with a strong and upright demeanor. The combination of these two contrasting forms of beauty created a unique sense of elegance.
Observing his expression, he squinted his eyes slightly, the corner of his mouth lifting in a mischievous smile that revealed a rather wicked charm. The light in his eyes suggested that he was far from foolish.
He certainly did not fit the image I had of the Thunder Sect!
This must be the Eldest Son of the Sect Leader, Shen Huaqing. No wonder the Thunder Sect has stood strong for so many years; it seems this clan possesses more than just a simple-minded nature. This Eldest Son appears to be astute and free-spirited.
Moreover, with such looks, he could easily be described as charming—there's no denying the Shen family's genes! My curiosity about the new Wife, Hua Yingjie, grew immensely. Now that the Eldest Son has made an appearance, it’s clear why he has such a reputation; surely this Third Sister is also a true beauty!
As if lost in thought, Shen Huaqing's smile suddenly widened. He pulled on the reins and gracefully turned to speak to the man behind him. The scene was breathtaking and intoxicating; it was evident that this brother-in-law shared an extraordinary bond with the groom behind him, creating a harmonious atmosphere.
I believed everyone’s gaze would naturally follow mine, drawn toward the groom dressed in red behind them.
The groom wore a striking red wedding dress, his eyes sparkling with vitality as he rode atop a magnificent steed. He was handsome—no ordinary kind of handsome—but stunning enough to leave me utterly speechless when I laid eyes on him.
I stood there for what felt like three minutes, my mind blank and unable to think clearly, as if I had lost my senses entirely. Upon seeing this groom, my soul seemed to drift away to who knows where.
My gaze followed him as he gradually approached me until the wedding procession was nearly upon me. It was then that I snapped back to reality, my heart shattering into countless pieces.
This man riding on a white horse, about to become another woman's husband, was none other than my long-time crush, Nie Qiuyuan!
My heart was left with only a few words drifting aimlessly: How is this possible!
Who swore an oath to the Earth, Sun, and Moon, declaring that in this life, it would only be me? Even if I were to die, I would never accept another?
Who embraced me every night, wrapped in passionate sweetness, vowing loyalty with a desire that bordered on madness?
And who told me that even growing old together in this life was not enough, that in the next life, we would still be together, and that he would marry me again?
The oaths of eternal love still echoed in my ears, yet how could it be that everything had changed?
It has almost been two years. In these two years without you, I have not spent a moment without longing for you. Yet you have so easily turned your heart away from me, leaving me behind to marry another?
No wonder you haven’t returned! How pitiful it is that I have been holding onto our vows, believing you were still alive, even hoping for our next life together...
When I finally managed to let out a soft gasp of realization, I found my face already drenched in tears.
"Heroine? What’s wrong with you?!" A surprised voice reached my ears; it was Hu Xuan Zhi.
But how could I hear any of that now?
How could I possibly endure this?!
With a swift leap, I suddenly soared like a bird, landing precisely in front of the groom's white horse. With arms wide open, I blocked his path.
A gasp rippled through the crowd, and Joy suddenly halted. The groom's white horse was startled, rearing up with a neigh, its hooves poised to trample over my head.
I stood frozen, tears streaking down my face as I glared up at the groom on the horse.
The groom reacted swiftly, grabbing the reins just in time. The white horse let out a long whinny, its hooves hovering above me for a moment before it shifted its body, narrowly avoiding stepping on me.
"Nie Qiuyuan, what are you doing!" I shouted at him with all my might, "You scoundrel!"
Nearly seven hundred days and nights of longing and sleeplessness, nearly seven hundred days and nights of heart-wrenching pain had all erupted in that moment, transforming into anguish, grievance, and tears.
The man on the horse looked at me in astonishment, as if he had never seen me before.
"Miss, please calm down. Have we... met before?"
What? I was momentarily dumbfounded.
Could I have mistaken him for someone else? Was there really another person like Nie Qiuyuan in this world?
In truth, I had complete confidence. This was the man I had loved since I was twelve; now he stood right before me. There was no way I could be mistaken—I'd recognize him even if he turned to ashes!
"Hmph, never seen me? Is it that you haven't seen me or that you dare not admit it? You’ve found a new love and forgotten that you already have a wife at home?! Let me tell you, this is bigamy—it's a crime! You are the modern-day Chen Shimei, reviled by thousands! How could you marry someone else?!!"
I was convinced it was him, my anger clouding my mind as I ranted without considering that in this era, men having multiple wives was quite normal and that Chen Shimei had yet to be born.
Nie Qiuyuan's expression gradually turned cold.
"Miss, I truly do not remember meeting you. Today is a significant event in my life, so I hope you can grant me some convenience and we can discuss this later."
Discuss later? After you have bowed and entered the bridal chamber?!
Pretending not to recognize me?!
I lightly tapped my toes, my body lifting off the ground as I leaped into the air. With a swift flip, I struck down towards the head of the white horse he was riding.
Nie Qiuyuan's expression changed, and his movements were extremely quick. He also leaped into the air, gently wrapping his hand around my wrist to dissipate my force. We exchanged several moves in midair before both lightly landing on the ground.
A familiar scent, which should have warmed my heart and brought me to tears, now filled me with a sense of despair—a fresh soap fragrance wafted gently at my nose.
The purpose of my attack was precisely this, and now I had achieved it—
I grasped his left wrist and slowly pulled it up.
On his left hand's ring finger was a piece of jewelry that no man in this era would wear—a Bright Silver Ring.
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