I alone am the Honoured One!

The morning of the wedding dawned with a serene glow, casting a soft light over the Jade Imperial Palace.

Unlike the grand and extravagant celebrations typical of royal marriages, this wedding was a private affair.

Only the most distinguished families and trusted allies were invited.

Inside the Hall, people are anticipating the wedding.

The hall is modest in grandeur compared to larger events.

Ivory drapes framed the tall, arched windows, letting in soft sunlight that bathed the room in a warm, golden glow.

The guests, a select gathering of nobles, sect leaders, and prominent figures, were seated in their designated places.

Each attendee received a personal invitation after all.

At the front, close to the ceremonial platform, Li Jia and Yao Jing sat together.

Li Jia leaned slightly against the armrest, her eyes flickering toward the entrance in curiosity.

Her hair was adorned with a simple yet elegant hairpin, a gift from Zhao Tian that she wore proudly for the occasion.

She sighed softly, murmuring to Yao Jing, "It feels strange seeing him marry someone else. Don't you think?"

Yao Jing smiled, "Strange, perhaps."

As the doors to the grand hall swung open, a wave of hushed whispers swept through the crowd.

All eyes turned toward the entrance, where the figure of Zhou Hanyue appeared.

Her figure was draped in deep crimson robes, the fabric flowing like liquid with each step she took.

The vibrant red contrasted sharply against her fair skin, the delicate stitching of gold threading through the hem and cuffs catching the light.

Her black hair cascaded down in sleek waves, tied delicately at the nape, with strands framing her face like an intricate curtain of silk.

Beneath the veil covering her face, her eyes flickered as she glanced around at the hall.

'In the same situation for the fourth time.. give me a break.'

As she reached the center of the hall, she paused, her gaze sweeping over the crowd.

"Another one," a voice murmured, too low for her to hear but loud enough for those around to catch it.

"She's been married three times, yet all her husbands met untimely deaths. How could anyone dare marry such a woman?"

"They say anyone who marries her dies," another whisper cut through the air, and this time, it was impossible to ignore.

"Is it really a curse? Or perhaps... something different?"

Gazing upon her, some felt pity.

How could a woman who had endured so much heartbreak, who had lost so much, still stand tall?

Others, however, looked at her with disdain. To them, she was a harbinger of death, an ill fortune that had befallen her past husbands.

They saw her as a woman tainted by grief, a widow whose luck had run out... no matter how beautiful, no matter how poised.

Their hearts hardened with the thought that any man foolish enough to marry her again was doomed to follow the same grim path.

Still amidst this, Zhou Hanyue stood there unmoved. 'Please finish this already...'

Li Jia and Yao Jing were amazed to see the beautiful woman. Stay connected through empire

Seeing her, Li Jia pouted her lips in exasperation "Why is she so beautiful..."

Yao Jing nodded her head with a sigh "She is indeed stunning."

As they continued to stare, Ji Shuang entered the scene, her graceful figure easily spotted among the guests.

She was accompanied by another woman.

The second woman was ordinary in appearance... brown hair, unassuming features, and simple attire.

Despite the lack of any outstanding physical traits, there was something about her presence that made her stand out, though it was hard to place exactly what.

Yao Jing was the first to speak up, breaking her gaze from Zhou Hanyue as she turned toward Ji Shuang with a warm smile. "Sister Shuang, where have you been? The ceremony has already started."

With a nod, Ji Shuang replied "I just went to get my friend."

As she spoke, she gestured toward the brown haired woman standing beside her "This is Shi, my friend."

Oh... Li Jia and Yao Jing glanced at the seemingly ordinary woman and smiled "Nice to meet you."

Shi smiled faintly and nodded her head "Same here. A pleasure to meet you."

*creek* As the whispers in the room gradually died down, the grand doors to the hall were opened once more.

The Jade Emperor and Empress had arrived.

The guests immediately fell silent, the room's atmosphere shifting.

Behind them, a group of attendants followed, some carrying gifts and offerings, while others guided them through the crowd, ensuring that the path was clear.

Among the crowd, the murmurings began once again, though this time the tone was far more respectful.

"Ah, here they are," Yao Jing whispered softly, her voice almost lost in the crowd's collective exhale.

Zhou Hanyue's eyes flickered in anger looking at her parents after so many years but that quickly disappeared beneath her stoic exterior.

The Jade Emperor and Empress, now at the center of the room, paused for a moment to acknowledge the guests around them.

Then, the Emperor's gaze landed upon Zhou Hanyue, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he observed his daughter.

There was no warmth in his look, nor any sign of affection.

Zhou Hanyue, standing at the front of the hall, offered a slight bow in their direction, though it was clear that her stance was one of formality rather than true reverence.

As her parents took their places, a silence fell over the hall.

Some whispered that her marriages had been orchestrated by the Emperor himself, perhaps as a means to secure political alliances or to quiet the unrest within the Dynasty.

Others believed that the Emperor had cast her aside, seeing her as a failure.

As the atmosphere in the hall began to settle, someone entered the hall.

Those who had been speaking in quiet whispers suddenly fell silent, their attention drawn to the figure that had just stepped into the room.

Zhao Tian entered, and the effect was immediate.

His white hair, like threads of silken snow, cascaded down his back, glowing faintly in the dim lighting of the grand hall.

His striking blue eyes, as deep and endless as the ocean, swept across the room with a quiet confidence that seemed to freeze time for a moment.

The shock that rippled through the guests was palpable.

They couldn't help but stare, the sight of him leaving everyone momentarily speechless.

His handsomeness was beyond compare... his features were sharp yet perfect.

"Who is he?" came a voice, hushed and trembling with awe.

"So he is the Heaven sent child? He indeed looks impressive."

"What the hell.. such a fine man is going to die because of her misfortune?"

H-HUH?

Zhou Hanyue raised her gaze to look at him and her eyes shrank in shock as she didn't expect the man to be this handsome.

'He is... breathtaking.'

The woman standing beside Ji Shuang, smiled gently as her eyes softened 'How can I miss your wedding, darling?'

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