"Here they come, here comes the Demon Lord," Baihe, who had been waiting at the entrance to the Peony Garden, saw the Prince dressed in red heading toward them. Excitedly, she ran toward the house to tell the young lady that the Prince had come in person to escort her to the wedding.

"The bridal hood, the apples, bring them here," the aunt covered Feng Xuxu with a big red bridal hood beautifully embroidered with dragons and phoenixes auspiciously intertwined.

After a flurry of activity, Aunt Liao Family did a final check to ensure nothing was missed.

When Jueqing entered the room and was about to carry Feng Xuxu on his back, Dugu Chen refused him, bent down, and held Feng Xuxu in his arms.

"Ah." Feng Xuxu, who was blindfolded by the hood, was startled to find herself lifted into the air and let out a surprised yelp.

"Hehe, my lady, it’s me, don’t be afraid," Dugu Chen whispered, laughing through the bridal hood to Feng Xuxu.

"Mm," came a shy voice from underneath the bridal hood.

Carrying Feng Xuxu, he walked into the hall, and both knelt down before the uncle and aunt.

"Demon Lord, from now on, Feng Xuxu is in your care," the uncle said chokingly. He had prepared many words to say, but in the end, only this sentence came out, and the rest got stuck in his throat.

"Uncle can rest assured. Feng Xuxu is my treasure; I will never let her down," Dugu Chen promised Xuanyuan Zhen, which was more like a vow to Feng Xuxu.

"Good, good, good." In the end, the uncle couldn’t help but shed tears. Having just acknowledged his niece, she was now getting married. If his sister in heaven had a spirit, she could be consoled now.

Picking up Feng Xuxu, he stepped out of Xuanyuan Mansion’s main gate, placed her into the grand eight-bearer sedan chair, and fireworks resounded as they went around Capital City to the beat of drum and horn.

Eight bearers lifted the flower palanquin, walking along a red carpet. At the sides of the palanquin were palace maids scattering flowers, and next to the maids stood the finest soldiers of the Iron Cavalry Army, protecting the palanquin along the way.

The parade continued with lively music, and after the palanquin had traveled ten miles, Xuanyuan Mansion’s dowry gifts were still being carried out one by one—indeed a ten-mile wedding procession was not an exaggeration.

Feng Xuxu sat in the palanquin, swaying, the more it swayed, the hungrier she became. Looking at the apple in her hand, she wished she could swallow it whole.

In the private room of the teahouse, upon hearing the music, a man wearing a mask opened the window slit and peered out. He watched Dugu Chen atop the red rabbit steed, his hand gripping the wooden frame unnaturally tight, his eyes emitting a vicious glare.

"Demon Lord, there are too many of them; we may have difficulty..." suggested the guard behind the Demon Lord with concern.

"It does not matter; opportunities will come. I will take her back," the Demon Lord said.

Dugu Chen suddenly looked up, catching sight of a window open just a slit. It seemed someone had just peered out. His handsome eyebrows raised, signaling Xuanyuan Yue with a look, and Xuanyuan Yue quietly broke away from the procession and chased toward the teahouse.

Finally, after making a complete round, the wedding procession stopped at the mansion’s gate. Going against tradition, the groom didn’t kick open the door, but instead, carried the bride over a basin of burning coals. The butler, seeing this, immediately shouted to start the wedding ritual. A bow to heaven and earth, the couple bowed deeply in the direction of the main gate.

A bow to the high hall, the pair bowed deeply to a pair of empty chairs in front of them.

The couple bowed to each other, facing one another.

Being led into the bridal chamber, as the last word was spoken, the groom carried the bride straight to their wedding room.

The butler, having finished calling out, couldn’t help but wipe his sweat; this was his first time witnessing such a wedding.

The others present exhaled in relief. Thankfully, nothing went wrong, or else... just the thought made their foreheads sweat profusely, prompting them to frantically wipe it with handkerchiefs.

Dugu Chen gently set Feng Xuxu down, and the joyous palace maid also arrived, out of breath.

"Your Highness, this won’t do; you must use a Ruyi scepter to lift the bridal hood," the palace maid said while wiping sweat, boldly admonishing the Prince as he reached to lift the hood with his hand.

Surprisingly, Dugu Chen did not get angry. He obediently picked up a Ruyi scepter adorned with red flowers from the table and used it to lift the bridal hood.

As Dugu Chen lifted her bridal hood, Feng Xuxu’s vision brightened. Raising her eyes, she saw Dugu Chen smiling affectionately at her.

Feng Xuxu felt embarrassed under his gaze, her face flushed, her head lowered, her hand fidgeting with the apple back and forth.

"Everyone, leave," Dugu Chen ordered, taking the shy young woman’s feelings into account, seriously dismissing the maids from the room.

Seeing the Prince’s command, the maids and old maids looked at each other before finally turning their heads and leaving the room, leaving only the two of them.

"My lady, from today on, you are my wife, Dugu Chen’s wife, and no one can take you away," he said while sitting on the wedding bed, holding Feng Xuxu’s hands, speaking earnestly.

"And you’re my husband, Feng Xuxu’s husband. If you dare to find a mistress, I’ll disable you," Feng Xuxu warned seriously, her face red.

At first, Dugu Chen didn’t understand who the mistress was, but upon realizing it, he gently pecked Feng Xuxu’s lips, "Don’t worry, my dear, I will never betray you in my life."

"Mm," Feng Xuxu snuggled into Dugu Chen’s arms, basking in his scent.

A short while later, she looked up, her clear eyes gazing at Dugu Chen. "Aren’t you going out to toast?"

"I just want to hold you, I don’t want to go anywhere else," he said a bit cheekily.

"Hehe, you better go quickly, and remember to drink less," Feng Xuxu laughed softly while nestled in Dugu Chen’s embrace.

"Alright, you rest for a bit, and I’ll be right back." Reluctantly letting go of the beauty in his arms, he finally stood up and left the room.

The few people waiting outside greeted him as he emerged, bowing and saying, "Your Highness."

"Mm, prepare some food to send to the princess," he said, then with a flick of his sleeve, he left.