Two Realms: Don’t call me evil!

Su Jie stayed at Han Mansion with peace of mind.

He was always looking for opportunities with Xiao Fengyuan and Ning Xinyue.

However, Qi Shijian was a senior licker, and he almost never left Mo Shiyao's side.

Especially after Mo Shiyao was injured, he kept circling around others.

As the most beautiful woman in Qingzhou, Mo Shiyao had always had many suitors around her, and many righteous disciples often followed her, which led to Su Jie not finding an opportunity.

Su Jie could only wait for the opportunity and temporarily live in Han Mansion.

Since that night, there has been no death in Han Mansion, and everything has changed for the better.

In a blink of an eye, a few days have passed, and Han Mansion has become more and more festive, with red and colorful decorations everywhere, because the day when Han Ruyan married King Nanjing is coming.

In the boudoir, Han Ruyan sat in front of the mirror.

Several maids who were responsible for dressing up looked at the young lady in the mirror, and even though they were women, they were sincerely amazed.

But Han Ruyan was wearing a red wedding dress, a golden phoenix crown on her head, a red embroidered robe hanging to the ground, a red belt around her waist, and carved ruffles that looked complicated and gorgeous. The bright red wedding dress and the golden phoenix crown complemented each other.

She wore a pearl necklace bracelet on her slender wrist, red cinnabar on her forehead, her feet trembled slightly, and she wore a pair of red embroidered shoes, exuding a faint fragrance.

The wedding dress and phoenix crown, combined with Han Ruyan's stunning face, her face was like peach blossoms, her eyebrows were like distant mountains, and she was like a lotus emerging from the water, graceful and charming.

"Miss, King Nanjing is here to pick you up, get ready quickly."

Someone pushed the door open, and the room suddenly became a mess, and the maids were cleaning up the last makeup.

"Daughter! When you get to King Nanjing, you must..."

Han's mother touched her daughter's face, and as she spoke, tears dripped down sadly.

"Mother!"

Han Ruyan's nose was sour, and her eyes were full of reluctance.

"Don't cry, it will ruin your makeup. You married with great fanfare. Don't be as fragile as mother."

Han's mother stroked her daughter and covered her with a red veil.

Outside the Han Mansion, it was even more lively. Han Jinghuan was waiting here in person to welcome the arrival of Prince Nanjing.

In the distance, there were dense horse hooves.

"Here they come! Here they come!"

At the gate of the Han Mansion, someone lowered his voice excitedly, and the relatives and friends nearby were also in a commotion.

Han Jinghuan gathered his messy thoughts, stroked his brocade robe, and looked at the wedding procession that appeared at the end of the street.

At this time, most of Dongsheng City was alarmed, and the people stretched their necks and gathered on both sides of the street, just because the wedding ceremony of Prince Nanjing was too grand.

Under the breathless gazes of countless people, a group of flag bearers holding red wedding flags slowly came, followed by teams of fat and strong horses, the clatter of horse hooves was particularly powerful, the riders carried ceremonial guards, and behind them were colorful carriages, guide covers, whisks, horse stools, and cross-legged chairs.

There were also mighty soldiers holding ceremonial guards such as lying melons, standing melons, my staffs, ceremonial swords, stirrups, bone flowers, and golden festivals, followed by one jade carriage, one gold carriage, one elephant carriage, and one leather carriage, ten precious elephants, four static whips, and three hundred horses.

In the field, there was a giant royal sedan chair, more than ten feet high, with red painted pillars, cloud-shaped carvings, inlaid leaves, gold-copper gemstones, and vermilion curtains. It shone brightly under the sunshine of May, dazzling the eyes, and was extremely noble and majestic.

"Tsk tsk, what a grand occasion."

A group of people stood on the roadside, and when they saw this scene, they exclaimed incessantly.

"Unfortunately, Miss Han still made the wrong decision."

Yu Wenjing's tone was flat. As a member of the Immortal Sect, he seemed unperturbed by such a secular scene.

No matter how extravagant and powerful one is, after a hundred years, it is nothing but a handful of yellow earth.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that a century-old dynasty, a thousand-year-old family, and a ten-thousand-year-old immortal sect are superior to the dynasty that occupies a vast territory and manages tens of millions of people.

The dynasty will change every few hundred years and cannot escape this fateful cycle, but the immortal sect does not care about the secular world and is high in the sky. It seems to be out of touch with the world, but in fact it exists much longer than the dynasty.

"It's a pity for Sister Han."

Mo Shiyao also shook her head. After all, she did not persuade Han Ruyan to join the sect.

"For such people, King Nanjing does have cultivation resources and a good foundation. That old man should be in the Secret Treasure Realm."

Xiao Guanglian's eyes flickered, and he noticed that there were many armored soldiers of the fourth and fifth levels of the Soul Condensation Realm in the wedding procession. These were obviously the guests and foster scholars recruited by King Nanjing. There was even an old man among them, and even he couldn't tell the depth of the old man. Most of them were cultivators in the Secret Treasure Realm.

Although the royal family of the Dali Dynasty was lonely, there were still three pounds of nails on a rotten boat, and there was still a foundation.

"Brother Su, I'm afraid that after today, those righteous disciples will also leave. When they separate, we will ambush Qi Shijian on his way."

Xiao Fengyuan stood on both sides of the steps, and his voice reached Su Jie's ears.

Su Jie nodded slightly. He stood with Ning Xinyue and witnessed a tall figure in the wedding procession in front.

This was a man riding a jade horse with distinct facial features and a calm temperament.

He was wearing a golden silk brocade, a jade pendant on his waist, and a jade ruyi in his hand, exuding a noble and extraordinary aura.

This person was the King of Nanjing, Xie Wenyi.

"Old Master Taishan, I am honored to meet you."

Xie Wenyi got off his horse and bowed to greet him.

"Haha, Wenyi is too polite. Our two families will be one family from now on. Why should we be so distant?"

Han Jinghuan quickly helped Xie Wenyi up, and looked at King Nanjing with more and more satisfaction.

In the past, the Han family was also a powerful family, but later when the new emperor came to power, they made a mistake in choosing a team, and thus fell into decline. King Nanjing will be the biggest support for their Han family to enter the court again.

And for Xie Wenyi, through this marriage, he can also have an additional force to speak for him in the court.

Although the Han family is lonely, the connections left in the past are still there, and they have blood ties with many families in the capital, which will become his strength in the future.

The two exchanged greetings for a while, and after Xie Wenyi followed the rules and asked three times and cleared four times,

Han Ruyan was also helped out.

"This wedding dress is so beautiful."

Ning Xinyue opened her cherry mouth slightly, and saw Han Ruyan wearing a phoenix crown and a wedding dress embroidered with gold silk, shining and colorful, with a phoenix tail skirt swaying in the wind, a slender waist, and exposed delicate jade hands and snow-white neck, with white skin, like tender buds in spring.

Her quiet and gentle temperament, as if she walked out of a painting, makes people unforgettable after seeing her for the first time.

"I'm so jealous. You are just a little girl, and you want to wear a wedding dress."

Su Jie touched Ning Xinyue's head and said with a smile.

"I'm eighteen, okay?"

Ning Xinyue puffed her cheeks and slapped Su Jie's big hand away.