Wedding Gifts

In a side hall of the Cloud Palace, Xi Youqin held a cleaver flashing with cold light, wielding it rapidly over the chopping board.

Today was Ning Yu Die and Luo Zheng's grand wedding day, yet a trace of wooden numbness showed on Xi Youqin's face. The extraordinarily sharp cleaver, forged from Geng Metal, kept carving deep marks into the ironwood chopping board below...

"Clatter..."

Hearing the commotion outside, Xi Youqin pursed her lips. The vegetables beneath her hands were promptly chopped into fine crumbs.

"Gak-ga..."

The tiny Ancestral Dragon curled up into a ball and whimpered.

Ever since the Ancestral Dragon had secretly eaten the dishes Xi Youqin had personally cooked some time ago, it had practically forgotten all about Luo Zheng. This little glutton now wandered around Xi Youqin almost every day.

Perhaps because Xi Youqin's attention was focused on the commotion outside, the work in her hands slowed. The Ancestral Dragon made a sound to urge her on.

"Wait a little longer." A smile hung on Xi Youqin's face. She had no idea that the vegetables already reduced to crumbs had now become vegetable paste...

"Rumble, rumble..."

Above the Cloud Palace, specks of crystal-clear radiance rose into the sky, transforming into multicolored auspicious clouds that drifted away. Through the window, Xi Youqin could see them clearly. The cleaver in her hand still did not stop, while the ironwood chopping board beneath it had already been chopped into several pieces.

"Gak-ga..." The Ancestral Dragon whimpered again.

"Wait a little longer..." A faint smile still hung on Xi Youqin's face, but it had not changed in the slightest, as though it were a mask pasted onto her face, stiff and rigid.

"Gak-ga..."

"Bang!"

The cleaver in Xi Youqin's hand suddenly sank into the stove. Her limp body trembled slightly,