Chapter 1752
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Chapter 1752 Under the Red Cover
As Lin Qiye’s words fell, wooden chairs appeared out of thin air in the hall, with countless figures seated upon them.
On the left side of the great hall were the deities of Great Xia: the Primordial Heavenly Lord, the Moral Heavenly Lord, Yang Jian, Queen Mother of the West, Sun Wukong, Nezha, Emperor Fengdu…
On the right side were friends and family from the mortal realm: Zhou Ping, Old Dog Wu, Master Chen, Ye Fan, Zuo Qing, Lu Wuwei, Wang Mian, Hong Ying, Wen Qimo, Zhao Kongcheng, Lu Baoyou, Fang Mo… These figures appeared in the hall, yet remained as motionless as stone statues.
In this non-existent causality, Lin Qiye could conjure all the figures from his memories… even if they were merely spectators with empty shells.
Shen Qingzhu, Baili Pangpang, An Qingyu, Jiang Er, Cao Yuan and others sat in the front row, smiling as they looked at the hall.
At this time, Baili Pangpang had not yet awakened as a Heavenly Lord.
An Qingyu had not betrayed Great Xia.
Jiang Er’s soul had not scattered.
Cao Yuan had not died at An Qingyu’s hands.
Shen Qingzhu was still the same cocky Shen Qingzhu.
Lin Qiye’s reddened eyes swept over each of them… and he smiled.
From them, he seemed to see the former Jialan and himself, recalling the happiest and most beautiful time in his memory.
In this deathly silent wedding venue, two figures slowly walked out.
Huo Qubing and Gongyang Wan’s gazes swept across the festive red underworld hall, across the lifeless audience seats, their expressions incredibly complex.
Their fates had long been entangled with Lin Qiye’s, and besides him, they were the only living people in this venue…
“Lin Qiye…”
Looking at Lin Qiye on the stage, who seemed to be both laughing and crying, Gongyang Wan wanted to say something comforting, but seeing Huo Qubing gently shake his head at her, she held back her words.
“Respected seniors, please be seated,” Lin Qiye bowed and made a “please” gesture.
Huo Qubing and Gongyang Wan exchanged glances, then sat down in the empty seats in the first row, waiting for the wedding to begin.
With all guests seated and candles flickering,
Lin Qiye, wearing his bright red champion’s robe, faced the hall doors and announced loudly:
“Bring forth the sedan chair!”
Boom—!!
The heavy doors of the underworld hall slowly opened.
Misty gray smoke drifted in from outside, lifting the red curtains throughout the room. The candle flames swayed gently as thunderous applause erupted.
A bright red wedding sedan chair adorned with beautiful mandarin ducks floated in from the gray smoke. Behind the thin curtains, the silhouette of a beautiful woman was faintly visible, with pearl ornaments swaying.
Lin Qiye gazed at the red sedan chair, his champion’s robe fluttering in the wind. He wore a smile on his face, his eyes glistening with tears, like a groom about to welcome his beloved bride, overcome with joy.
“Lord… is that really Jialan in the sedan chair?” Gongyang Wan asked in a lowered voice, looking at the wedding sedan.
Huo Qubing sighed and shook his head slightly. “Although Lin Qiye has drawn her causality here, Jialan is already dead. What’s in that sedan chair is naturally a body without a soul, just like all the guests here.”
“If it’s just a soulless body, why does Lin Qiye insist on marrying her?”
“He’s holding this wedding to complete a strand of causality, to fulfill a promise… After the ceremony, they will be rightfully husband and wife, even if they are separated by life and death.”
Gongyang Wan nodded, looking at the figure gradually approaching the sedan chair, her eyes filled with sympathy and pity.
The groom stood before the wedding sedan. He lifted a corner of the curtain, extending his other hand forward, and spoke gently:
“Come out, I’ll help you.”
A fair jade-like hand reached out from the sedan, joining with his. The next moment, a beautiful woman wearing a phoenix crown and ceremonial robes stepped out.
The gloomy wind from outside swept through the venue, causing the bride’s red veil to sway slightly, revealing a slender neck and jade-like pearl flowers adorning her earlobes, yet no one could see her face clearly.
Lin Qiye held her hand, walking toward the red wedding hall.
The bride kept her head lowered, following behind him like a marionette, stiff and mechanical…
The two stood in the center of the hall. Behind their red wedding attire were two coffins, one black and one red. The curtains throughout the hall fluttered, creating an indescribable mixture of joy and sorrow.
“Lord, both Jialan and I have no parents, nor a matchmaker… You witnessed our meeting and love. Please be our matchmaker and preside over our wedding.” Lin Qiye bowed deeply to Huo Qubing in the audience with Jialan.
Huo Qubing naturally wouldn’t refuse. He slowly stood up:
“I have never presided over a wedding, only witnessed a few in my childhood… Shall we follow the ancient customs?”
“Jialan and I have faced many hardships, and heaven and earth have been unkind, so we will not bow to them; we have no parents, so we will not bow to elders… We shall only bow to each other.”
Huo Qubing nodded, “Very well.”
Lin Qiye turned to look at Jialan beside him. Under his will, the woman in the red veil also turned stiffly, facing him.
Huo Qubing took a deep breath, and his loud, dignified voice echoed throughout the hall:
“The newlyweds… first bow.”
The two figures in red stood before the pair of coffins, facing each other, and bowed deeply…
At this moment, gongs and drums resounded outside the hall, suona horns played in unison.
Yet it was unclear whether this was for joy or sorrow.
“…Second bow!”
Lin Qiye looked at the red-clad figure so close to him, tears once again filling his eyes. He bowed lower and lower until his head nearly touched Jialan’s.
Through the red veil, he could even smell the fresh scent of Jialan’s hair.
He knew that the Jialan before him was merely a shell entangled with causality… but this time, he was still moved.
As he straightened his body, he looked again at Jialan before him. In that instant, he couldn’t help wanting to lift the red veil to see Jialan’s face once more… but he restrained himself. He feared seeing those empty, soulless eyes would completely shatter his remaining fantasy and joy.
“…Third bow!!”
Lin Qiye closed his eyes and bowed deeply, his head almost touching the ground.
Why…
How wonderful it would be if all this were real?
The lower he bowed, the stronger the bitterness and unwillingness grew in Lin Qiye’s heart. His fists clenched tightly.
People who don’t truly love each other smile at grand weddings,
While pure, passionate love weeps… before cold coffins.
“The ceremony is complete,” Huo Qubing’s voice sounded again.
Thunderous applause erupted from below. Lin Qiye straightened up and took Jialan’s hand.
Red curtains fluttered everywhere, suona horns resounded outside the hall as he whispered lovingly:
“From this day forward… you are my wife.”
The causality was complete, the union established.
This history that never existed began to gradually dissipate… guests disappeared one by one into the darkness, the flickering candles finally calmed, the wedding sedan turned to bone, the red curtains became wind.
Under that floating red veil,
She was already in tears.
