Little Sorcerer, Divine Doctor-Chapter 948 - 100: Bridal Chamber (Part 3)

Hu Jiusheng said nothing and swept towards the direction indicated by the signal.

Yun Canghai was even more anxious, following closely behind.

After covering several miles, Hu Jiusheng quickly discovered the Second Main Summoner and his group.

The Second Main Summoner and several Summoners beside him were escorting a young girl.

"No effort wasted, this woman, instead of staying nicely in the bridal chamber, we found her in the corridor," the Second Main Summoner searched everywhere but couldn’t find the bride’s room; that’s when he saw a woman.

The woman’s appearance matched the person in the portrait of Yun Sheng from the Yun Residence, which the Summon Emperor had someone create earlier.

The Second Main Summoner and his group, without a word, captured the woman.

Hu Jiusheng looked at the girl, surprised because her appearance was identical to Yun Sheng’s, and Hu Jiusheng was certain she was also from the Sky Fox Clan.

Similarly shocked was Yun Canghai, hidden in the shadows.

Both were baffled as to why there was another woman in the Imperial Palace who looked exactly like Yun Sheng.

But with just one glance, they both realized this woman wasn’t Yun Sheng.

"The task is complete, no time to delay, let’s leave immediately—the Regent King of Great Zhou and the people from the Yun Residence are not to be trifled with," the Second Main Summoner wore a look of triumph, having accomplished a great feat this time.

Hu Jiusheng glanced at the girl, her face filled with terror.

Hu Jiusheng didn’t speak; her heart involuntarily breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it wasn’t Yun Sheng... who among the Sky Fox Clan might perish, it mattered not to her.

The red candles burned like fire, and Yun Sheng, in full Phoenix Crown attire, sat desolately on the bed. Underneath, various symbols of early birth, lasting union like peanuts and lotus seeds, made Yun Sheng unable to sit comfortably.

Feeling a hunger pain, Yun Sheng realized she hadn’t drunk even a sip of water since morning due to dressing and grooming.

The door creaked open.

Yun Sheng heard the sound of soft footsteps.

Not Ye Hu?

Yun Sheng lifted her veil and saw Donghuang Lingling entering, carrying a bowl of shark fin porridge.

"The Regent King asked me to bring you food, saying you’d be starved," Donghuang Lingling chuckled lightly.

Ye Beiming truly cared for Yun Sheng. Getting tangled up with others left him unable to escape, so he sent her to deliver some food.

"I almost starved to death," Yun Sheng gulped down several mouthfuls.

At that moment, Gu Feng and Qi entered.

Donghuang Lingling snapped: "Go, go, what are you two men barging in for."

"Yun Sheng, Lingling, Hu Sheng is missing," Gu Feng had drunk some wine tonight, was quite happy, but was dragged aside by Qi, saying Hu Sheng had disappeared.

"Ah, what are you worried about, Hu Sheng likes quiet. The night is so lively at the Imperial Palace, and because she looks like Yun Sheng, she might avoid misunderstandings by hiding herself," Donghuang Lingling dismissed the notion.

"Just now, I rejected... Hu Sheng," Qi stated deliberately.

A mouthful of porridge almost sprayed out; Yun Sheng cursed inwardly: "Qi, you dimwit."

"Could she have gone off on her own?" Donghuang Lingling was speechless and glared at Qi.

"Where could she go? Unable to return to the Eight Desolates, unfamiliar with Yujing, and timid by nature—fine, I’ll go look," Yun Sheng felt uneasy.

She had promised to send Hu Sheng back to the Eight Desolates soon.

But lately, preoccupied with Bobbie and the wedding, she had neglected it.

"That won’t do; tonight is your wedding night. The bride ran off—what will the Regent King do?" Donghuang Lingling was anxious.

"Yeah, Yun Sheng, don’t interfere recklessly. Yujing isn’t large, and Hu Sheng hasn’t magic nor martial arts skills, she won’t get far. We’ll find her," Gu Feng winks and drags Qi and Donghuang Lingling outside.

Qi hesitated with words on his lips but was ushered out in the end.

After the three left, Yun Sheng felt uneasy still—which incident would occur—her eyelids twitched incessantly.

Night deepened, the candle flames flickering up and down; within the bridal chamber, Yun Sheng paced in anxiety.

Suddenly, she heard slightly chaotic footsteps.

An imposing silhouette was cast against the door.

Ye Beiming!

Her heart raced; Yun Sheng remembered—it was her wedding night, by tomorrow she would be...

Yun Sheng’s face flushed; she silently repeated, calm, calm.

As a top student at Medical University, she had experienced large occasions, but this was indeed a first—wedding night, with all its typical movements.

Yet—darn it, she had no experience.

It was an embarrassment; twice reborn, she’d be devoured by a man several years her junior.

Thinking of past closeness with Ye Beiming, Yun Sheng’s face blazed further.

Ye Beiming stood outside, silent.

Perhaps, his thoughts mirrored hers at that moment.

She suddenly remembered her veil... Yun Sheng hurriedly sat properly, cloaked herself, sitting on the bed; underneath, those Fortune Fruits made discomfort.

Outside, Ye Beiming was nervous.

At the banquet, he longed to leave behind those pesky congratulators, to return early and see his bride.

Finally freed, standing before the door, he remembered Dugu Xiu’s prior words.

"Ye Beiming, you can’t marry her! You’ll endanger her," then, Dugu Xiu was like an enraged lion.

The curse of the Hei Qilin Clan... 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝒆𝒘𝙚𝓫𝙣𝙤𝒗𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

Ye Beiming frowned, exerted force and pushed open the door.

On the bed, Yun Sheng was seated there.

The moment the door opened, Ye Beiming clearly saw Yun Sheng’s shoulder shrug—a fearless Little Wildcat, and yet had fears.

His brow relaxed, Ye Beiming’s lips curled up; he stifled the laughter, shut the door, and stepped forward.

Even through the veil, Ye Beiming could envision the woman beneath it, radiant and alluring.

This was his bride, his wedding, the woman he had longed for, aiming to marry.

Inwardly he cried out—marrying Yun Sheng; even facing death, it was worth it.

He had promised Yun Sheng, never fearing Qilin Clan’s rules.

Those words were just Dugu Xiu’s scheme to disrupt their wedding.

Tonight, no one would stop him from having this woman.

His gaze fell upon Yun Sheng; her hands exposed, her shapely body, her nervous breaths—all an invisible allure to Ye Beiming.

Having drunk some wine, Ye Beiming felt heat waves rushing through.

Breathing grew heavier as he drew closer.