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Princess Yueyao The painted scene that was displayed became an insurmountable barrier in that moment. The ink color permeated, emitting a faint halo, and then slowly disintegrated, gradually dissipating like a dream.
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze, who were sent back to reality, fell into a kind of indescribable silence for the time being. Their emotions were like the calm sea surface after a storm, appearing calm on the surface but turbulent deep down.
The two locked eyes, and the depth of their gaze was like heavy ink dropping into a clear lake, instantly spreading and creating ripples upon ripples.
Just like the description of the disintegrating painting, their past, present, and future seemed to intertwine in an indescribable story in this moment.
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze looked at each other, with a hint of deep meaning in their eyes. Just like the description in the painting, their past, present, and future seemed to intertwine at this moment. Their gazes almost pierced through each other, as if they could see the struggles and desires deep in each other's souls.
Whether it was fate, life's choices, or the shadow of a curse, it all became blurred at this moment.
At this moment, the Silver Fox hurried in, wearing a simple gray robe and looking a bit tired. He glanced at Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze, smiled slightly, but with a hint of deep meaning.
"Your Highness, you are quite hard to find, but I finally found you. Xiao Dynasty has been searching for you high and low, almost turning every corner of the world. It turns out you two are here, being all lovey-dovey," the Silver Fox said with a hint of teasing in his words.
"Since we disappeared, how much time has passed?" Xiao Moze asked solemnly, ignoring the playful tone in the words.
"It's been a month, you've been gone for almost a month," Silver Fox replied respectfully, knowing that he had misspoken and not daring to act rashly.
Xiao Moze frowned and asked, "Almost a month? Then, what's the date of the wedding?"
"It's in three days," the silver fox added.
Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze locked eyes, their emotions shifting from surprise to tension in an instant. They both stood up immediately and went back to their respective residences to prepare.
Three days later.
The pale golden sunlight sprinkled into the magnificent the palace of the Xiao Dynasty, forming a soft halo. The purple and blue-green silk swayed gently in the breeze, as another wedding was taking place.
Zhao Shaohua stood in the center of the hall, wearing a gorgeous red dress, adorned with intricate gold and silver jewelry and a coiled hairpiece made of golden silk. Although her face was heavily made up, her bright eyes still exuded vitality. She instantly captured everyone's attention, but her heart was in turmoil.
Xiao Moze stood opposite her, dressed in a common royal brocade robe embroidered with phoenixes and auspicious clouds, appearing composed. His short breaths revealed his inner unease.
The atmosphere in the palace is quite tense. The emperor and the ministers sit on dragon-shaped thrones and high seats, with solemn expressions. Behind the emperor hangs a huge screen depicting dragons soaring and phoenixes dancing, symbolizing the dignity and majesty of the royal family.
At this time, the wedding guests and servants are busy preparing in their respective positions.
The emperor sat on the high dragon throne, his face filled with both worry and joy. "The Mirror of Past and Present Lives" was removed due to various controversies, and in its place, the high priest presented a golden cup with a red rope encircling its mouth, known as the "Destined Cup of Love." If both parties could successfully drink from the cup, they would be destined partners.
The high priest entered the hall, dressed in a golden ceremonial robe and wearing a tall golden crown. Carrying the Destined Cup of Love, the high priest walked steadily to Zhao Shaohua and Xiao Moze.
The cup is painted with a red string and emerald green leaves, representing the destined marriage. He chanted a series of spells in front of the altar, then raised the jade cup high and sang, "As long as this couple can successfully exchange the wedding wine, they are destined for each other!"
The marriage cup is filled with light pink rose water, with a faint golden glow.
"Now, please exchange these fated cups," said the High Priest elegantly.
Zhao Shaohua took the cup, smiled at Xiao Moze, and then gracefully drank the dew inside. Xiao Moze also took the cup, observed it for a moment, and then drank from it as well.
After the ceremony, the whole venue fell silent, followed by enthusiastic applause and blessings.
The emperor and his ministers at the banquet finally breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of joy flashing in their eyes, as if a heavy burden had finally been lifted, it seems that fate has truly made them a couple.
The emperor broke the silence and said slowly, "Now that the peace between the two countries has been secured, and the wedding of the new couple has been successfully completed, both I and the court officials can finally rest assured."
However, just as the whole room was immersed in joy and blessings, Zhao Shaohua's expression slightly stiffened. The unease in her heart spread like creeping vines, and she suddenly remembered Princess Yueyao's warning, as well as the ominous signs that the "Mirror of Past and Present Lives" might bring.
Xiao Moze remained unmoved. His gaze still firmly fixed on Zhao Shaohua, as if trying to read something from her eyes.
" Xiao Meize, we need to talk," Zhao Shaohua found an opportunity to pull Xiao Moze aside.
"What's going on? You look very uneasy," a hint of wariness flashed in Xiao Moze's eyes.
Zhao Shaohua took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, and then said, "I feel like Destined Cup of Love may not be as simple as we imagine. Succeeding in marriage, I worry that this may be part of a curse, perhaps making our future destiny even more complicated."
"A curse? You mean..." Xiao Moze suddenly thought of their past lives, and was shaken to the core.
"Yes, I feel that we need to understand all of this more deeply, to find the root of the curse, or else we might fall into an even greater crisis."
Xiao Moze looked at Zhao Shaohua with a complex expression in his eyes. Suddenly, facing Zhao Shaohua's sincerity and concern, his heart wavered a bit.
"Okay, let's start now and stay alert. We will break this curse." Xiao Moze finally spoke.
Zhao Shaohua nodded, feeling a strange warmth in his heart.
However, neither of them noticed that shortly after the ceremony ended, a faint crack suddenly appeared on the ceramic cup known as the "Destined Cup of Love."
This crack, like a winding snake shadow, slowly expanded, and eventually, it coincidentally formed a symbol, like the mark of destiny.
After seeing this vision, the high priest's expression changed slightly, but he chose to remain silent. In his heart, he thought that this might be another ominous omen, but the wedding could not be delayed any longer, or it would dampen everyone's spirits. So, while no one was paying attention, he quietly tucked the cup into his bosom.
At this moment, the atmosphere of the banquet was joyful. Who would want to reveal this ominous message?
"Princess Yueyao" looked at everything through the Yaochi, sighed, and said softly, "Fate really does change at a moment's notice. Whether you can break free from this cycle is truly an unknown variable."
At that moment, a gust of cold wind suddenly swept through the banquet hall, extinguishing several candles, causing people to shiver involuntarily.
"The wind is really eerie and ominous." The ministers sitting on the side started whispering discontentedly to each other.
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