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No one in Ghost City had ever witnessed such a peculiar sight. Truth to be told, for the inhabitants of the Ghost Realm it was rare to have wedding processions in the first place. Nevertheless, the ghosts thought the scene before their eyes was the most unusual they had ever seen (coming from them, it was really something!), but also the most joyous.
Opening the procession, a tall red-clad man with raven hair. He usually kept it loose, but for this occasion he had it tied up in a beautiful braid that fell gently on his left shoulder. He showed off his crimson clothes, his shining silver vambraces and his black boots with tinkling chains. He led the ceremony with a proud and noble attitude.
Crimson Rain Sought Flower looked more elegant than usual, the bystanders thought.
Three kids were following him: the first one was the youngest, a little child named Guzi. He was carrying some firecrackers, and he looked honored to be right behind the Ghost King. The other two were walking side by side, carrying little drums and gongs which added some rhythm to the ceremony. Banyue had a soft smile on her face, while Pei Su looked straight ahead.
The bridal sedan was carried by two serious and distinguished figures. They were both donning golden armors, one with a bow secured on his back, the other with a sabre hanging from his belt.
"Hey you, watch your step." Feng Xin hissed, as he noticed Mu Qing was about to stumble. The cold-looking heavenly official snorted and rolled his eyes.
"I know, I’m not a clumsy little child. It’s not like I’m going to hurt Dianxia on his wedding day."
Before Feng Xin could make his sarcastic comeback, a feminine voice interrupted the two’s bickering.
"Shh, you two! No fighting or arguing on Dianxia’s special day, is that clear?"
Shi Qingxuan was walking on the left side of the bridal sedan. When he announced his wedding, Xie Lian asked her and Yushi Huang to be his maids of honor, and they accepted with honest enthusiasm.
The first maid was wearing a stunning turquoise dress that flowed elegantly as she walked with her head held up high. She was carrying a bright red lantern, personally handmade by Hua Cheng, and so was Yushi Huang.
"Don’t worry, Qingxuan. They’re doing fine." a soft and reassuring voice came from inside the sedan.
From the outside, one could only see a vague silhouette of a man. The bystanders could only briefly catch his soft features behind the red veil. Everyone felt like the bridal sedan was hiding a rare treasure inside, one too precious and divine to be disclosed to common people.
Xie Lian was smiling, his hands resting on his lap. He was donning a stunning wedding dress, flaming red and shining gold silken fabric intertwined. He had a strange feeling of déjà-vu: there was another occasion, quite a long time ago, when he sat alone in a sedan, dressed as a bride, waiting for a groom to pick him up. Who knew that the mysterious man who gently offered him his hand and walked him through a bloody forest would one day become his husband? Xie Lian’s guts twisted, a mix of trepidation, impatience and pure, complete joy. That was probably the first time he truly got butterflies in his stomach.