Tear Up the Marriage Contract, Marry Her Properly!

Nalan Yanran's eyes quickly reddened.

But this time, she stubbornly held back her tears. Clenching her delicate fists, the sorrow in her eyes gradually turned resolute.

"I want Brother Xiao Cang to marry me too!"

With that, she hurried out of the room, out of the Misty Cloud Sect, and ran toward her family home.

Nalan Family.

Nalan Su, the family head, had just received a Wedding Invitation from the Misty Cloud Sect.

"The Misty Cloud Sect and the Royal Family moved quickly with this marriage alliance."

"They only announced it yesterday, yet the Wedding Invitation arrived today."

Nalan Su clicked his tongue as he held the invitation.

"I have met the Grand Princess several times. She is aloof at heart yet adept in handling affairs, and at such a young age, she already commands fifty thousand Iron Cavalry of the empire. Her methods must be extraordinary. For such an exceptional woman to lower herself and become a concubine, I fear only that boy Xiao Cang in the entire Jia Ma Empire could manage it."

Old Master Nalan sighed from the side.

"Indeed. But what a pity. Father, if you had betrothed Yan Ran to Xiao Cang when you made that engagement with Old Master Xiao, the Nalan Family's status in the Jia Ma Empire would have risen with the tide." Nalan Su said regretfully.

Although Nalan Yanran was now Xiao Cang's martial niece and the two were considered close,

how could such a sect relationship compare to the intimacy between husband and wife behind closed doors?

"Hmph. How could I have foreseen what would happen today?"

Nalan Jie gave a cold snort, though his shifting gaze seemed to carry some regret as well.

"Master, Young Lady has returned."

Suddenly, a servant came to report.

"Yan Ran has returned?"

Nalan Su was surprised. Ever since Nalan Yanran had joined the Misty Cloud Sect, she might not return home more than a few times a year. Today was no special occasion, so why had she suddenly come back?

"Grandfather, Father."

Nalan Yanran walked straight in, her eyes still red-rimmed.

"Yan Ran, why have you been crying? Who bullied you?! Tell me, and Father will stand up for you!"

Seeing his precious daughter looking so pitiful, as though she had just cried, Nalan Su's heart ached terribly. He hurriedly asked.

"Father, no one bullied me. I came back this time because I have something to say."

Nalan Yanran shook her head and spoke with a serious expression.

Nalan Su and Nalan Jie exchanged puzzled looks. They had never seen Nalan Yanran wear such a serious expression.

"What is it?" Nalan Su asked.

Nalan Yanran took a deep breath. A stubborn gleam appeared in her beautiful eyes as she solemnly said, "Father, Grandfather. I do not want to marry that Xiao Family Disciple I do not even know. I ask that you cancel the Marriage Contract from back then. And in the name of the Nalan Family, propose marriage to Brother Xiao Cang. The one I want to marry is Brother Xiao Cang!"

"What?!"

Nalan Jie and Nalan Su had just been about to lose their tempers at the first half of Nalan Yanran's words when her latter half rendered them silent.

Nalan Yanran had mentioned canceling the engagement before, but out of concern for their reputation, Nalan Jie and Nalan Su had not only refused but had also harshly rebuked her, forbidding her from bringing it up again.

But this time was different.

The person Nalan Yanran wanted to marry was none other than Xiao Cang, who had recently become renowned throughout the empire and possessed the potential to become a Dou Zong as well as a Rank 7 Alchemist!

This stirred their hearts greatly.

"Yan Ran, are you serious?" Nalan Su asked.

"I am!"

Nalan Yanran's little face was stubborn, and her delicate fists were clenched tightly within her sleeves.

From childhood to adulthood, this was the first time she had spoken to her father and grandfather this way. But for her own happiness, she had to make them agree today, no matter what.

"Hmm... this matter... is not impossible."

Nalan Su lifted his teacup and spoke slowly.

Nalan Yanran froze.

She had thought her father would sternly scold her as he had last time, and she had already prepared herself to argue. Yet his tone had softened instead?

"Father, what do you think of this matter?" Nalan Su looked toward Nalan Jie.

"Yan Ran, you say you want to marry Xiao Cang, but how do you know he is willing to marry you?" Nalan Jie asked as he looked at Nalan Yanran.

"Brother Xiao Cang will definitely marry me. He promised me, and I believe him!" Nalan Yanran said with absolute certainty.

Upon hearing this, Nalan Jie closed his eyes. Only after a moment did he open them again. A trace of temptation had appeared in his clouded, aged eyes as he convinced himself.

"Actually, in a sense, if we cancel the Marriage Contract with that boy Xiao Yan and instead form one with Xiao Cang, it would not count as breaking our word, would it?"

"Father is absolutely right. It does not count as breaking our word." Nalan Su smiled and quickly agreed.

"Then... it is decided. Once Xiao Cang and Princess Yao Ye are wed, we will propose marriage to Xiao Cang in the name of the Nalan Family. If Xiao Cang agrees, we will cancel the Marriage Contract with that boy Xiao Yan. Yan Ran, what do you think?" Nalan Jie said, stroking his beard.

He cared about his reputation, but compared to the future of the Nalan Family, a little loss of face meant nothing.

"Wonderful! Thank you, Grandfather! Thank you, Father!"

Nalan Yanran was overjoyed. The gloom in her heart was swept away, leaving her filled with delight.

Three days later.

The Misty Cloud Sect was adorned with lanterns and colored decorations, brimming with festivity.

Less than a month later, Xiao Cang once again donned the festive red robes of a groom. Mounted on a fine steed, he led a grand wedding procession toward the Royal Family.

Upon the city wall outside the Imperial Palace stood a graceful figure in a phoenix crown and red bridal robes. Her beautiful eyes gazed into the distance as she quietly waited for Xiao Cang to come receive her.

Below the city wall, countless citizens stopped to watch.

"The Grand Princess is truly stunning today."

"On the day a bride marries, she must be at her most beautiful, right?"

"Elder Xiao of the Misty Cloud Sect is such a good man. Taking a concubine does not require a grand sedan chair or a proper wedding ceremony, yet he is giving the Grand Princess such a magnificent wedding."

"Elder Xiao is a peerless genius seen only once in a hundred years, and the Grand Princess is also extraordinarily beautiful. They are truly a talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven!"

"..."

A moment later, the grand wedding procession arrived.

When Xiao Cang rode up before the Imperial Palace, he leaped into the air, spread his Dou Qi Wings, and flew toward Yao Ye.

Today, Yao Ye wore a red bridal gown. Her lovely hair was coiled behind her head and adorned with a phoenix ornament. Her features were exquisite and dignified, her skin fair and smooth as snow, and her red lips vivid as flame. She was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Ye'er."

"Young Master Xiao."

At the sight of Xiao Cang, Yao Ye's lively eyes burned with passion. She lightly pushed off with her toes and leaped toward him.

Xiao Cang wrapped an arm around her slender waist and drew her soft, boneless body into his embrace.

With the beauty in his arms, the moment was tender and enchanting.

"Young Master Xiao, you finally came to receive me." Yao Ye's longing burned like fire. Three days apart had felt like three years.

"Come home with me, Ye'er."

As Xiao Cang spoke, he held Yao Ye around her willow-like waist and descended with her onto the fine steed.

The talented man and beautiful woman rode home together, drawing countless envious gazes from passersby along the way.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the Misty Cloud Sect.

Since he was taking a concubine, there was only a wedding procession and no grand banquet.

Xiao Cang led Yao Ye straight to the Wedding Chamber.

"Ye'er, did you miss me?"

The moment they entered the room, Xiao Cang tightly embraced Yao Ye.

"Mhm, terribly." Yao Ye's pretty face reddened as she nodded shyly.

As he spoke, Xiao Cang lifted Yao Ye into his arms and walked toward the bed.

Yao Ye's pretty face turned crimson, the flush spreading all the way to the base of her neck.

Her jade-like arms circled Xiao Cang's neck.

Xiao Cang revealed a delighted smile, placed Yao Ye upon the bed, and drew down the curtains.