Inside the great hall, there was silence.
The atmosphere was particularly oppressive.
The festive lights and decorations, meant to convey joy, instead made the oppression feel even heavier, leaving people afraid to even breathe too loudly.
Everyone's gaze swept over Xiao Yi, wishing to offer comfort but not knowing what to say.
It was supposed to be a day of great joy.
Yet, the bride had been forcibly taken away during the wedding ceremony, a blow that would be difficult for any man to bear.
Among the crowd,
Lin Bingxin wanted to step forward but was stopped by Elder Yan, who shook his head gently at her.
Lin Bingxin could only look at him with worried eyes.
After a moment of silence,
Xiao Yi came back to his senses, saw the concerned faces around him, and managed a slight smile, saying, "Why do you all look at me like this? Don't worry, I'm okay!"
"Xiao Yi…"
"Your Highness the Martial King…"
People were still full of concern.
