1395: An Incident in the Wedding Ceremony I

An Incident in the Wedding Ceremony I

"Who are you?"1

Tan Shuangshuang clenched her fists nervously as she took a few steps back.

"I am a guardian of Deities Gate. My master and Feng Ruqing are enemies," The middle-aged man said expressionlessly.

Tan Shuangshuang was still a little confused. If it were indeed an unholy enemy, he would not only destroy Feng Ruqing's wedding ceremony and ruin her reputation...

Such a punishment was too light for Feng Ruqing...

"Does your master only want to ruin the wedding ceremony?"

Tan Shuangshuang bit her lip with reluctance on her face. "After all, Feng Ruqing she..."

"Maiden Tan, it's enough for you to do as my master tells you to do..." The middle-aged man slowly walked toward Tan Shuangshuang. His gaze was indifferent, looking at Tan Shuangshuang as if he was looking at a mole without any emotion. "If you don't want to, I can always find someone else."

"And..." The middle-aged man suddenly laughed in a ghastly manner. "A person who doesn't obey my master's orders... Do you think our Deities Gate will let her go?"

He would not let Tan Shuangshuang leave if she refused to do what he wanted.

Tan Shuangshuang was startled after listening to the middle-aged man's words and took a few steps back.

"You do not only want me to ruin the wedding ceremony, right? What the hell are you doing? I'm not going to do that. I'm jealous of Feng Ruqing and hate her so much, but I don't want to risk my life to do something like this. Please let me go..."

Tan Shuangshuang panicked. She hated Feng Ruqing, and the thought of ruining her wedding ceremony made her heart flutter, but she was not dumb this time. She did not want to get any trouble again.

That woman, Feng Ruqing, was not something that ordinary people could deal with.

She was already miserable enough and did not want to become more miserable.

The middle-aged man's eyes turned cold. "You think you have the right to go against me? Tan Shuangshuang, my master's tactics may not be clear to you. If you don't agree, we can find someone else, but... You'll definitely end up worse than dead!"

Tan Shuangshuang was stiff and shivering. Her pale face had lost all its color.

This time, she finally regretted it.

Why had she gone to the Mu family with Mu Ling in the first place?

Why did she have to provoke her over and over again when it was obvious that Feng Ruqing had already ignored her.

Now, she had to face such a miserable end.

As she thought about it, she realized that Feng Ruqing had never intended to deal with them. She had submitted herself to Liu Fuyong and lived a comfortable life even after the disaster that had happened to the Tan family...

Lady Liu had given her too much trouble, but there was still Liu Fuyong who would always defend her.

She was the one who had given up on a good life and ended up in such a miserable situation.

Unfortunately...

She would never get another chance!

***

On a hill outside the imperial city.

The dishevelled old man was carrying a little girl in his hands. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Nan Xian mockingly.

"Today should be the wedding ceremony of you and the Ninth Emperor."

The man's robe was as white as snow, untainted by dust.

His gaze was cold, like the moon and the early snow of winter, as he stared at the old man in front of him.

A powerful force suddenly surged. All the surrounding leaves flew into the air and were caught in the wind, blasting toward the old man.

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