FID – Chapter 769

Chapter 769: Blessings from All Around

“Feng Qingbai, if you ever let her suffer, I’ll kill you.”

“You’ll never get the chance. Not in this lifetime.”

The bridal sedan bathed in falling petals, followed the sea of flowers, gradually fading into the distance, heading toward the King’s Manor.

No one knew that in the fleeting moment as they passed, such an exchange had taken place.

The wedding procession disappeared into the inner city alleys, but the crowds lining the streets still refused to disperse.

The rooftop was now devoid of any black-clad figure.

The sedan came to a halt before the gates of the King’s Manor.

Drums rolled.

The crackle of firecrackers echoed through the alley, reverberating above the rooftops, lingering for a long while.

“Welcome back, Your Highness!” The steward stood at the gate with all the household staff, bowing in greeting.

Feng Qingbai dismounted. The official matchmaker, who had been waiting at the gate for some time, stepped forward with a beaming smile. “Your Highness, please kick the sedan door and receive your bride.”

It was part of the tradition.

The groom kicks open the sedan door—symbolizing authority and setting the tone that from this day forth, the bride would place her husband above all.

Feng Qingbai cast a faint glance at the official matchmaker and said toward the sedan, “Shengsheng, kick the sedan door.”

Liu Yusheng was puzzled but obediently lifted her foot and gently tapped the sedan door.

Tap.

The expressions of the matchmaker, nearby servants, and guests all subtly changed.

Feng Qingbai acted as if he hadn’t noticed. Reaching out, he lifted the sedan curtain and extended his arm inside, picking up the bride without letting her feet touch the ground, and carried her straight into the residence.

The official matchmaker was momentarily stunned, then quickly followed behind. But she said nothing more about kicking the sedan door or any breach of tradition.

As someone who had arranged countless marriages, her greatest skill was reading people. The King breaking custom by having the bride kick the door made his stance abundantly clear—without saying a word, he had declared to all that the bride stood above him.

On a joyous day like this, she wasn’t about to jinx it by picking a fight with fate.

Inside the manor, the halls were filled with guests.

They were all court officials—anyone ranked fourth grade or higher had come.

As the couple made their way through, officials stood to pay their respects and offer congratulations.

The main hall of the King’s Manor was also filled with guests, except for the seats reserved for the elders, which remained empty.

Only the ceremonial officiant stood beside the main position, waiting to preside over the wedding rites.

As her feet touched the ground, Liu Yusheng knew they had arrived at the main hall. Soon after, the officiant’s voice rang out:

“The auspicious hour has arrived—bride and groom, bow for the ceremony!”

First bow to the heavens and earth. Second bow to the parents. Third bow to each other as husband and wife.

One command, one motion.

With the third bow, both Feng Qingbai and Liu Yusheng performed each movement precisely.

“Rites complete!”

In that moment, all the civil and military officials present saw something they never thought they would witness: the man known for his cold aloofness, whose face always carried a detached smile—broke into a breathtaking, radiant smile the very instant those words were spoken.

Like a lotus blooming in silence atop a snow-covered peak—quiet, but brilliant.

It dazzled the eyes.

It shook hearts.

That was the joy of a long-awaited wish fulfilled.

That was contentment, overflowing.

Feng Qingbai, the King of Nanling, loved Liu Yusheng with all his heart.

At the same time, in another part of the capital, a group of people silently departed the imperial city.

“Master, something’s off—Yan Qi has escaped.”

This report came from a subordinate while they were en route to the dock.

Xue Honglian’s expression remained blank. “Let him escape.”

In the plan, they had never intended to take Yan Qi’s life.

His escape was necessary—only then could everything proceed.

“Yan’er has sent people after him. Without help, he won’t get far.”

“Not necessarily.”

That one was a little wolf cub—sly as hell. Underestimate him, and he would bite you back hard.

You’d be dead before you even knew what happened.

Once on board the ship, Xue Honglian dismissed his subordinates with a wave, then turned to glance back in the direction of the imperial city.

By now, she must’ve already completed the wedding rites with Feng Qingbai.

Next time they met, she would already be the Princess Consort of Nanling.

“Damn it! Let me out now!”

“Xue Honglian, you f*ing bastard! I said I wanted to personally congratulate Lucky Nannan on her wedding day! I want to drink at her wedding feast! Why the hell are you running away?! Turn the damn boat around, I’m going back!”***

“Come out here! Say something! Keep playing dead and I swear I’ll poison you!”

A moment later, the yelling turned low and bitter, laced with mockery: “Turn back? And do what? Watch them being all lovey-dovey?”

“……”

“Stay in your place, or I can make sure you never come out. Don’t believe me? Try it.”

Xue Qinglian pursed his lips and vanished.

Damn it, he really didn’t dare mess with this psycho!

The ship left the Nanling waters and sailed eastward.

Once it left, it could be years before they met again.

His calm, black eyes pierced through the cabin, gazing out at the shimmering waves.

There, a pair of flawless, jade-white hands held a scalpel, calmly fighting with death for life.

Both hands were stained with blood.

To him, though, there was a shocking beauty in it.

Each time her hands were stained with blood, she saved a life.

Each time his hands were stained with blood, he reaped a soul.

They existed in opposite worlds: one in the eternal darkness, one in the bright, scorching sun.

It was like the cycle of day and night, where their paths would only cross briefly; in that fleeting moment before dawn broke, when the sky was still dark but the first light was on the horizon.

At the King’s Manor, the bride had already been sent to the bridal chamber.

Outside the hall were all the high-ranking ministers of the court, with the emperor himself also present. Feng Qingbai couldn’t stay in the room for too long; he had to go out and entertain the guests.

For appearances, he had to manage things well.

Otherwise, the one who would be criticized would be Liu Yusheng.

Just after the wedding, the King didn’t even leave the bridal chamber, leaving all the guests behind.

She would be called a ‘witch consort.’

However, Liu Yusheng didn’t care about such rumors. She was more concerned about Feng Qingbai’s temper, afraid he might cause a storm.

She took off the heavy phoenix crown on her head, massaged her sore neck, and sat at the dining table, eating to fill her stomach.

This wasn’t quite proper, but none of the maids standing nearby dared to say anything.

Before the princess came to the residence, all the servants were young boys. Aside from a Miss Fu who had been there a long time ago, there had never been any maids.

The maids were newly selected, specifically to serve the princess.

This showed how much importance the prince placed on her.

Furthermore, when the housekeeper had trained them, he had said many times that after the princess entered the residence, everything would be prioritized for her.

If the prince and the princess spoke at the same time, her words would take precedence.

The housekeeper was also a servant. Without the King’s orders, how could he dare to say such audacious things?

From now on, the princess consort would be the authority in the King’s Manor. What was the big deal with eating a little something early?

Liu Yusheng didn’t know the maids’ inner thoughts and ate her meal with relish.

Before long, someone came to the door and relayed a message, “Princess, a Young Miss Li says she is an old friend of yours and wishes to see you. Should I let her in?”

Liu Yusheng paused for a moment. Li? An old friend?

Li Ruibai?!

“Let her in.”

The door opened, and in walked none other than Li Ruibai, who should have been in Beicang.

Still dressed in white, without a chest binding, her long hair tied back in a ponytail, neat and tidy.

But it was clear she was a woman.

“Miss Li, what brings you here?”

“Greetings, Princess.” Li Ruibai smiled as she curtsied, then sat down opposite her. “The marriage of the King and his Princess has spread throughout the entire world. It’s not just me coming to congratulate you; other royal families from various countries are sending representatives as well. I was fortunate enough to enter the King’s Manor, thanks to the influence of His Highness.”

On the King’s wedding day, the guests being received were all nobles. The Li family, though a prestigious family in Beicang, had no political power and, without any connections, could not have entered the King’s Manor.

After hearing her words, Liu Yusheng couldn’t hide her surprise. “Royal families from all over have come?”

Li Ruibai chuckled and nodded. “From all directions, they come to offer their congratulations!”