Chapter 191 The Prodigal Son (End) (2/2)

Zi Xi nestled obediently into his broad, firm embrace, feeling the steady, powerful heartbeat beneath his chest and the burning heat emanating from his body through his clothes.

She raised her slender hand and gently covered the back of his hand that was wrapped around her waist, her fingertips tenderly caressing the calluses on his fingertips.

What's the rush?

Her voice was soft and gentle, and a faint smile played on her lips, carrying a calming power.

The auspicious day has finally arrived.

The entire capital city seemed to be immersed in overwhelming joy.

The wedding of Prince Jing's son, Helian Jue, a notorious playboy, was a grand affair worthy of being recorded in history.

From the Prince Jing's mansion to Zi Xi's villa, a ten-mile-long procession of red bridal decorations unfolds, winding like a flowing river of crimson gold.

Red ribbons were wrapped around the century-old trees along the roadside, and golden double happiness characters shone brightly in the sunlight. Drums and gongs resounded, suonas played melodiously, and festive music pierced the sky.

When the auspicious hour arrived, the wedding procession from the Helian Mansion set off in a grand procession.

When Helian Jue personally arrived at the gate of the villa and completed a series of rituals according to ancient rites, he was finally able to take the other end of the red silk.

Through the hazy veil, Zi Xi could feel the firmness and heat emanating from his palm.

The phoenix palanquin was steadily lifted and slowly moved forward along the imperial road covered with red felt.

Red silk fluttered in the breeze, and sunlight streamed through the gaps in the carriage curtains, casting dappled patterns of light onto her magnificent wedding gown.

Inside the wedding hall, red candles burned brightly, making it as bright as day.

The elders of Prince Jing's mansion sat high above, their faces glowing with health.

The master of ceremonies announced the ceremony in a loud and solemn voice.

Helian Jue and Zi Xi faced the sky outside the palace and bowed deeply three times.

The elaborate and grand ceremony finally came to an end, and Zi Xi was escorted into the meticulously decorated bridal chamber.

The room was decorated in festive red, and on the table burned a dragon and phoenix wedding candle as thick as a child's arm, its wax dripping slowly.

Various auspicious dried fruits and pastries were displayed on the table.

After the noisy crowd was politely asked to leave by the matchmaker, only Zi Xi remained in the room.

She sat upright on the canopy bed covered with a bright red brocade rug, and time passed slowly.

After an unknown amount of time, steady and powerful footsteps approached from afar, gradually fading away accompanied by the good-natured laughter of the guests.

The door was gently pushed open and then closed again.

A familiar aura instantly enveloped them.

He walked up to her, and then gently inserted a red-silk-tie wedding scale under her veil, slowly and solemnly lifting the red silk that was obscuring her vision.

Suddenly, everything became clear.

In the flickering candlelight, Helian Jue, dressed in wedding attire, had his incomparably handsome face close at hand.

His deep eyes burned with a fiery passion, clearly reflecting her elegant attire, revealing undisguised amazement and the satisfaction of finally getting what he wanted.

"Xi'er...you are so beautiful. To be able to marry you...I am the luckiest person in my life..."

He reached out, his fingertips trembling slightly as he carefully stroked the beaded curtain hanging from her phoenix crown, his voice as deep and rich as fine wine.

"My husband, you're handsome too, but I'm the one who's incredibly lucky..."

Zi Xi looked up into his deep, affectionate eyes, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow more vibrant than her wedding dress, and a smile that could outshine the stars bloomed on her lips as she softly responded.

"Once we're married, we don't distinguish between 'yours' and 'mine'."

The flickering candlelight cast two shadows onto the crimson gauze curtains, eventually merging into one, indistinguishable from one another.