Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor-Chapter 857 - 9: Sending Word

This political marriage between Hou Qin and the Eastern Capital, after many twists and turns, has finally settled.

The happiest, undoubtedly, are the citizens of the Eastern Capital and the Left Minister.

The citizens of the Eastern Capital see hope for its resurgence through this marriage.

As for the Left Minister, it is because he has climbed the tall tree of Hou Qin.

The wedding procession was bustling with excitement.

The Iron-blooded Crown Prince is evidently very fond of his prospective Crown Princess Consort.

As he stepped out of the Imperial Palace, he held the prospective Crown Princess Consort tightly, walking with large strides.

The citizens of the Eastern Capital cheered thunderously.

Little did they know, as Dugu Xiu mounted the carriage, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Just a moment ago, Yun Sheng had bitten him hard.

However, he felt no pain at all.

Dugu Xiu lowered his voice, speaking in a tone only Yun Sheng and he could hear.

"Bite gently, if you bite hard, I would feel heartache."

Yun Sheng was so frustrated she almost spat blood; this damned Soul Dreaming.

She must find a way to break it!

After placing Yun Sheng on the carriage, Dugu Xiu was about to board, but was kicked down by Yun Sheng.

Dugu Xiu laughed heartily and mounted his own carriage.

Behind the carriage, Lady Chi Bi’s eyes were filled with jealousy and hatred.

"Make way, make way," the bridal procession from Hou Qin galloped past, as someone pushed through the onlookers towards the front.

"Kid, are you blind? You stepped on me," a passerby was about to lose his temper but lost it at once upon seeing the mage robe on the person.

Gu Feng radiated a Light Barrier, and those who had been in front of him were bounced away upon touching the barrier.

"Lingling, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have assumed you were a woman who worshipped wealth," Gu Feng said as he chased the procession, wielding the Bright Celestial Sphere.

After leaving the Eastern Imperial Palace that day, Gu Feng was in total despair.

He became self-destructive, even neglecting to treat his wounds, fainting on the streets of the Eastern Capital.

On the unfamiliar streets, Gu Feng drifted aimlessly, nearly freezing to death.

As he hovered on the brink, he suddenly recalled what Donghuang Lingling said in the Heavenly Prison.

"Gu Feng, you must become a great Light Mage."

At that time, her shoulders drooped, trembling slightly.

She... was crying.

In the darkness, Gu Feng opened his eyes, suddenly realizing he had misunderstood Lingling.

Once, for the first and only time in his life, Gu Feng and Donghuang Lingling got drunk together in a tavern.

That time, Donghuang Lingling cried uncontrollably, repeatedly muttering a single phrase, "Gu Feng, if I could, I really wouldn’t want to be part of the Di Huang Family."

The Donghuang Lingling he knew could never be someone who despised poverty while loving wealth.

Having understood everything, Gu Feng miraculously endured.

However, at that time, he received the news that Dugu Xiu was going to marry the Princess and head to Hou Qin to complete the wedding.

Gu Feng desperately chased forward.

The bridal procession from Hou Qin was very long, with dozens of carriages before and after; besides the first carriage that held the Crown Prince, the second Phoenix Carriage was that of the Crown Princess Consort.

The carriage was covered with drapes, giving a faint view of the shadowy figures inside.

"Lingling, Lingling," Gu Feng charged forward, trying to catch the attention of the person on the carriage.

At this moment, he noticed a familiar figure in the procession.

For the sake of accompanying Yun Sheng, despite the noble grace of the Donghuang Order, she dressed as Yun Sheng’s personal palace maid, mingling within the bridal procession.

Amid the clamorous crowd, Donghuang Lingling faintly heard a voice. Turning back, she caught just a glimpse of Gu Feng.

Gu Feng saw Donghuang Lingling as well, but her attire left him baffled.

Was Lingling not supposed to marry Dugu Xiu? Why was she dressed like this?

Donghuang Lingling, within the procession, quickly formed a mouth shape, deliberately slowing her steps.

Having "cohabited" with Donghuang Lingling for several months, Gu Feng had developed quite a rapport with her.

Donghuang Lingling made a series of expressive gestures, signaling towards the Phoenix Carriage, shaking her hand with the lip forms "Yun Sheng", "Yujing", and "Beiming King".

Gu Feng was even more puzzled.

What was going on, how did Lingling and Yun Sheng swap identities?

No!

Dugu Xiu is to marry Yun Sheng.

Gu Feng immediately remembered that years ago, Dugu Xiu had proposed to the Yun Residence, but Beiming King had beat him to it, becoming Yun Sheng’s fiancé.

Yun Sheng didn’t like Dugu Xiu; she must be forced into marrying Dugu Xiu.

This matter must be told to Beiming King.

Gu Feng shuddered.

Seeing that Gu Feng understood, Donghuang Lingling was urged by a female official beside her and could only hastily catch up with the procession.

Gu Feng thought, with his crude magic, even if he caught up to the procession, it wouldn’t be of any use.

For now, the most urgent thing is to contact Beiming King as quickly as possible; he is Yun Sheng’s fiancé, and Ye Beiming must still be unaware of Yun Sheng’s forced marriage.

Gu Feng looked at the distant procession, gritting his teeth, and headed towards Great Zhou Yujing City.

Almost at the same time, inside Yujing City, Ye Bei and Cheng, along with Bu sat in the tavern the three frequently visited.

"Bai, this worried look on your face really doesn’t befit someone about to become a groom," Ye Beiming teased.

Cheng Bai, this kid, counted as the most unsettled among their trio, prided himself as a charismatic romantic, with confidants across the world. Who would have thought he’d be the first to marry?

"Stop it, it’s not like I have a choice. It’s hard to go against parent’s orders. You two shouldn’t just laugh at me; who knows when you’ll be forced into marriage yourselves," Cheng Bai, though full of mischief, was very filial to his parents and elders.

"No one can force me to do what I don’t want to. Bai, you better think this through. Marriage is no trivial matter," Ye Beiming did not agree with Cheng Bai’s point of view.

He believed that marriage was a significant matter not to be taken lightly.

"I think Beiming is actually willing to be forced into marriage. By the way, why hasn’t Yun Sheng returned?" Bu Jiuxiao was curious as to why Yun Sheng did not come back with them.

"She has some personal matters, said she might not make it to Cheng Bai’s wedding, and as for the gift, she said you could just pick anything you like from the Little Ci’en Hall," as Ye Beiming finished speaking, Cheng Bai was already excited.

To choose anything at the Little Ci’en Hall, such a domineering statement could only come from Yun Sheng.

"Let me think, do you think the Little Ci’en Hall might have something like fertility pills? My dad has been wanting a grandson for a long time, or perhaps something... durable," Cheng Bai’s lively description left Ye and Bu both speechless.

This kid, just can’t be serious.

"Let’s discuss something serious, you’re really not planning to go to the Wuxuan Wuji Hall to compete? With your current cultivation, if you go, the position of the curator of Wuxuan Wuji Hall would definitely be yours," Bu Jiuxiao was referring to the recent lively affair at the Wuxuan Wuji Hall.