The whole family is insanely eavesdropping on my thoughts Chapter 644
Chapter 644: The Three Realms Gather to Watch the Drama
The immortal before the Dragon King hesitated slightly.
“Your Majesty, I deeply regret missing the Crown Prince’s grand wedding last time. This time, I made sure to return specially…” He looked windblown and weary, yet it truly seemed like he had rushed back.
“Yes, yes, Dragon King, no need to thank us. We are colleagues—this is our duty!” The two immortals slipped into the Dragon Palace without hesitation.
The Dragon King almost choked on his breath, his trembling finger pointing at their backs.
“What exactly did you say when you sent the invitations? Did you make it clear this was a he li banquet?” The Dragon King’s face turned red with fury.
The Turtle Chancellor shrank his neck. “Your Majesty, when I delivered the invitations, the young servant barely lifted his head and said the immortal was in seclusion and could not attend. But then, the young servant asked—what kind of banquet?”
“I said it was a he li banquet.”
“The young servant took the invitation inside, and shortly after, he returned saying the immortal would definitely come!”
The Dragon King was stunned.
“You skipped the grand wedding, but for the he li banquet, you broke seclusion overnight? I must thank you sincerely!” His face turned crimson with rage, nearly fainting from anger.
What enraged him even more was that these immortals, who had ignored repeated invitations to the wedding, had arrived today with their entire families in tow!
“Your Majesty, we need to add more tables,” a fish spirit cautiously reported.
The Dragon King’s dragon horns trembled as he clenched his teeth. “Add them!”
A pack of meddlesome fools, eager to gawk at a spectacle!
Back when Zhu Mo was branded a traitor, these very immortals avoided him as if he carried a plague. But now? They had dragged their entire households along just to attend!
The Dragon King seethed.
Even the grand wedding had not attracted this many attendees.
As the auspicious hour approached, the Dragon King turned to leave but halted as he spotted a youth in black approaching from the distance.
The youth appeared to be around sixteen or seventeen, dressed in flowing black robes. His face was fair as jade, unfamiliar to the Dragon King, yet his aura was so imposing that the Dragon King dared not meet his gaze directly.
“Esteemed Immortal…” The Dragon King’s voice was polite but wary. Who was this, an immortal he had never seen before?
The youth spoke with indifference. “Passing by, I saw auspicious signs filling the sky. I came to request a cup of celebratory wine. Would that be permissible?”
The Dragon King’s face stiffened.
“Of… of course. Please, come in.” He swallowed his frustration and forced himself to remain hospitable.
The Turtle Chancellor personally escorted the youth inside.
Outside, the atmosphere was lively and jovial, but within the Dragon Palace, a solemn tension hung in the air.
The palace gleamed with golden splendor, adorned with flowing red silk. Seated before a mirror, Feng Wu gazed coldly at her reflection, dressed in her elaborate bridal robes and phoenix coronet.
“Has he come?” she asked softly, hands resting gently over her abdomen as though shielding something.
Behind her, Qing Feng, her maid, had red-rimmed eyes. “He has not.”
A sigh—perhaps real, perhaps imagined—slipped into the silence.
Feng Wu closed her eyes briefly. If he had the courage to face her today, she might still waver.
Outside, the corridor stood empty.
“Cover it,” she whispered.
Qing Feng carefully lowered the red bridal veil over her head, obscuring her vision, concealing her face.
“The auspicious hour has arrived! Exit the Dragon Gate!” a young phoenix called out loudly outside.
The call came three times before Zhu Mo hesitated, then finally moved toward her.
The Phoenix Clan members regarded him with open hostility, their faces filled with resentment. Zhu Mo said nothing, merely staring blankly at the veiled princess before him, dressed in bridal finery just as she had been on their wedding day.
He had never seen her face.
Before their wedding, she had come to the Dragon Palace to question him personally—did he care about this marriage? Did he truly wish to marry her?
Back then, Zhu Mo had despised her. He had not even looked her in the eye before agreeing, brushing her off without a second thought.
And so, to this day, he had never once truly seen his legitimate wife.
He stood frozen as a sudden warmth bloomed in his chest.
Hurriedly, he reached into his robes and retrieved a small embroidered pouch.
Lu Chao Chao had given it to him, saying, We have known each other for some time. I should favor you a little.
But only a little.
In the end, it was Zhu Mo who had made a grave mistake—he had wronged the Phoenix Clan Princess.
Zhu Mo clenched the pouch, knowing full well that Lu Chao Chao was an upright and impartial person. No doubt, this was meant to persuade him not to proceed with the he li.
After all, he was the one at fault.
Zhu Mo stared at the pouch for a moment—then tossed it into the flowerbed, letting it disappear into the blossoms.
Qing Feng rolled her eyes and snorted coldly.
“Well? Are you not going to escort the princess?”
“If not for the Dragon King’s repeated pleas, if not for our mercy in sparing your clan from total destruction, you would be on your knees, returning the princess properly!” Qing Feng’s voice trembled with fury, but Feng Wu gently squeezed her hand, prompting her to fall into resentful silence.
Zhu Mo pressed his lips together as Qing Feng placed the princess’s delicate hand in his.
Her fingers were soft and luminous, like the finest white jade.
Yet at the moment of contact, he felt as if he had been burned, and he reflexively let go.
“What are you doing?! Do you seek to humiliate her once more? You left her at the wedding banquet before all Three Realms—will you do the same today?!” Qing Feng exploded, her eyes reddening with rage.
For a moment, hesitation flickered across Zhu Mo’s face.
Then he remembered A-Wu.
As the Phoenix Clan bristled with fury, the veiled bride extended her sleeve toward him.
Qing Feng was already near tears. “My princess is far too good for you!” she choked out.
Zhu Mo took the sleeve and led her forward, step by step.
Outside the Dragon Palace, countless koi leaped over the Dragon Gate, celestial beings crowding the skies in eager anticipation. The audience was threefold what it had been at the wedding.
“A he li banquet is far more entertaining than a wedding,” one immortal muttered.
“Seclusion can wait—opportunities like this happen once in a thousand years.”
“Right? Wait, this immortal here looks unfamiliar…” someone turned to the black-robed youth.
The youth offered a faint smile. “I have been in seclusion for many years. I came to request a drink.”
“The bride is coming out!” someone called excitedly, drawing all eyes forward.
“I cannot step beyond these doors,” Zhu Mo murmured. “I can only escort her this far.”
It was the first thing he had said to her today.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
Feng Wu hesitated—then turned away, stepping forward without looking back.
A gust of sea wind lifted the red bridal veil slightly, revealing a glimpse of her luminous chin before it fell back into place.
“Welcome home, Princess!”
“Welcome home…” The phoenixes in the sky cried out in unison.
The grand Phoenix Luan Chariot bore her away, petals cascading through the sky in a spectacle both joyous and poignant.
“Who would have thought… this was a he li banquet,” the guests sighed repeatedly.
Zhu Mo stood within the Dragon Palace, pressing a hand to his chest, watching the chariot disappear into the horizon.
He had loathed this marriage, this deception for the sake of the Companion Spirit Pearl. He had dreamed of ending it.
Yet on the day it finally happened—he found no joy.
Only a vague, suffocating unease.
His eyes drifted toward the Dragon Palace’s grand gates, widening in disbelief. “Has Father lost his mind? Why are there more people here than at the wedding?!”
A clam spirit sighed. “They’re here for the drama.”
“I heard he li invitations were highly sought after. Some even came begging for them.”
Zhu Mo…
He really, really wanted to kill someone.
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