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After Cheng Guang got up, the long queue behind him also started to move.

Some soldiers beat the war drums, which lacked a sense of battle but carried more joy instead.

Some raised their swords and sang war songs loudly to cheer for Cheng Guang\'s wedding as the Princely Heir.

Getting married in North City, the city of war, added a military touch to all the ceremonies.

All of this brought a novel feeling to Cheng Guang, but it was true that he didn\'t hate it.

Escorted by a host of soldiers, Cheng Guang made his way from Duke Zhen\'s Mansion to Qin Yanqiu\'s residence.

The journey of just a few miles took him several quarter-hours.

There were simply too many enthusiastic soldiers along the way.

It was as if it wasn\'t Cheng Guang who was getting married but them.

Cheng Guang did feel that these soldiers had been repressed for too long and now finally had something happy to celebrate, so they were allowing their tightly wound nerves to relax a little.

Upon arriving at Qin Yanqiu\'s mansion.

Cheng Guang dismounted from the Capturing Heaven Tiger and walked forward.

In front of the mansion, there were quite a few people already waiting for Cheng Guang.

Cheng Guang merely glanced over them and, besides a crowd of guards, he saw Qin Beifeng and Qin Gaozhi among the people.

As soon as Qin Beifeng saw Cheng Guang arrive, he revealed a radiant smile, walked forward, nodded slightly in greeting, and executed a simple bow.

"Princely Heir."

Even if his daughter was marrying Cheng Guang.

His status was ultimately lower than Cheng Guang\'s, so he still had to show the proper respect.

Cheng Guang didn\'t care for these formalities and said with a smile, "Mr. Qin, no need for such formality, let\'s just be casual."

Seeing Cheng Guang so approachable and polite, Qin Beifeng was extremely satisfied with his son-in-law. His daughter being able to marry the Princely Heir was truly a blessing cultivated over several lifetimes.

But with Yanqiu\'s temperament, she didn\'t seem to be the type to win the Princely Heir\'s heart...

If she ended up offending the Princely Heir in the future, that would really be counterproductive.

A sigh escaped Qin Beifeng\'s heart.

The old father\'s worries grew steadily heavier.

However, at the moment, he didn\'t dwell on it any longer and, without hesitation, escorted Cheng Guang into the mansion.

"Princely Heir, Yanqiu is already dressed up and ready. You can go and escort her out now," he said.

Cheng Guang nodded with a smile.

Following Qin Beifeng, he made his way towards Qin Yanqiu\'s boudoir.

As he progressed, Cheng Guang could faintly feel the prickly gaze of someone staring intently at his back.

Without guessing, it must be Qin Gaozhi that scoundrel.

Even though Cheng Guang didn\'t look in Qin Gaozhi\'s direction, he could imagine just how much Qin Gaozhi must be grinding his teeth with rage at the moment.

He might nearly be crushing his back molars by now.

Finding Qin Gaozhi\'s gaze amusing, Cheng Guang almost wanted to laugh.

With his eyes slightly lowered, he considered how to give Qin Gaozhi a profound lesson.

Teaching Qin Gaozhi a lesson was quite simple for Cheng Guang. After briefly pondering it, he put thoughts of Qin Gaozhi aside, planning to deal with him later.

For now, he needed to complete the wedding ceremony.

Soon, Cheng Guang arrived at Qin Yanqiu\'s boudoir and paused to observe. He could vaguely see through the gauzy curtains that inside the boudoir, a somewhat bewildered and restless figure was seated.

Cheng Guang pushed the door open and entered.

The scene of Qin Yanqiu\'s boudoir filled his view.

Although Qin Yanqiu was a woman, her room lacked the softness and gentleness common to ladies of noble families, nor was it adorned with poetry, musical instruments, calligraphy, or paintings.

What was most abundant were various swords and blades. The dressing table, supposedly for grooming, was devoid of rouge, harboring only a wooden comb. The rest of the space was filled with military strategies and ancient texts.

Cheng Guang\'s gaze fell upon Qin Yanqiu, who sat in front of the dressing table with her head veiled in a red brocade. Stay connected with мѵʟ

Unable to see Qin Yanqiu\'s face through the red fabric, he could still see her pale, jade-like hands tightly clasped together, fingertips bluish from the pressure.

No matter how indifferent she was to this marriage, no matter how ignorant she was of the matters between men and women, facing such a situation still made her tense.

Besides, Cheng Guang also noticed that beneath her voluminous red robe, there seemed to be silver-white battle armor.

Tsk.

Perhaps that was her last act of defiance.

Cheng Guang smiled, said nothing further, stepped forward, and without much reservation, boldly took hold of Qin Yanqiu\'s hand and pulled her to stand.

Qin Yanqiu\'s hand felt cool and clean, and despite frequently fighting on the battlefield, it wasn\'t rough at all. At least Cheng Guang thought it felt quite comfortable to hold.

But Qin Yanqiu seemed too nervous, her body rigid. The Female Martial God, who slaughtered enemies on the battlefield with ease, seemed at a loss now.

Her palms were sweaty.

She probably hadn\'t been this nervous even when facing the Devil Emperor, right?

Cheng Guang didn\'t mind, shook his head with a wry smile, and led Qin Yanqiu out of the room.

As soon as Qin Yanqiu left the room,

Qin Beifeng, who had been waiting outside, was momentarily stunned.

His eyes were glued to Qin Yanqiu, and as he saw the Silvermoon Battle Armor peeking out from under her red robe, his face instantly lined with many dark streaks.

This unlucky child...

She\'s getting married.

Why on earth is she still wearing that battle armor?

This is a wedding, where she\'ll soon enter the bridal chamber with the Princely Heir, not go to battle with him.