In the secluded courtyard.
The girl, draped in a vibrant bridal gown with a red veil over her head, appeared slight and delicate, as if a gust of wind could carry her away.
She gazed at her father's retreating figure through the hazy veil, seeming lost.
Suddenly, she found it difficult to breathe.
Yin Yajun pursed her lips, gently freed herself from the support of two maidservants, and took to the clouds, soaring into the air without looking back at Xuan Yue City, disappearing into the waves and stepping into the bright red bridal palanquin.
Until the waves rolled back and vanished into the sky.
Yin Qizhang retrieved a jar of wine, leapt to the highest point of Xuan Yue City, popped the seal, and let all the city's residents see his figure and his dispirited expression.
"This..."
The disciples of the City Lord's estate grew even more bewildered.
