Night.
The Long Family's mansion was decked out with lights and decorations, and the courtyard was filled with red lanterns.
The stage in the front courtyard.
The invited Opera Troupe was performing with all its might, playing instruments and singing. But the lead performer's makeup was rather strange, and the voice from his throat was extremely restrained. There was not the slightest festive feeling—instead, it was somewhat eerie.
What was even stranger was that
there wasn't a single person beneath the stage, yet Old Master Long had ordered the chairs, fruits, and tea refreshments to be arranged in full.
The entire wedding looked incredibly sinister.
It didn't look like a wedding between the living. It looked more like a ghost marriage between the dead.
Wei Jinglou, dressed as the groom, was somewhat uneasy. Jiang Qiao patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Relax. Things have already come to this, so there's no point overthinking it. Let's complete the ceremony first."
As he spoke,
Jiang Qiao clearly sensed that the Supernatural Aura permeating the surroundings was growing increasingly dense.
Suddenly,
a sharp cry in a Duck Voice rang out:
"The auspicious hour has arrived!!"
"Please welcome the bride and groom..."
This didn't follow the rules!
Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes slightly. No matter whether this wedding was held in ancient, modern, or contemporary times, there were definitely problems with the ceremony. Yet the arrangements around them seemed extremely serious—even meticulous.
"Go on."
He nudged Wei Jinglou.
Inside the main hall.
Old Master Long sat in the seat of honor. Standing in a corner were the steward, Zhao Wu, and a slick-haired, heavily made-up man.
That was the voice that had just shouted.
As Wei Jinglou stepped forward, a woman in a red wedding dress with a red veil over her