Cui Mansion.
The decorations were the same, the red silk still filled the sky.
But there was no cheering, no laughter, no crowds of guests, and no servants in brand-new blue robes weaving through the crowds like crucian carp crossing a river, bustling about and attending to everyone.
When those above fell silent, those below became cautious and fearful.
Many people did not know what had happened. They lacked that keen a sensitivity to the political situation, and knew even less of the hidden details.
They only knew that their own Miss Xiao Xin, who had already married out of the family, had met with trouble. As for what exactly had happened, that was beyond anything they could know.
Still, compared with the rivers of blood and mountains of corpses at the Song Mansion, this place merely brimmed with an extremely stifling, desolate chill.
As long as the people remained and the family remained, that alone was a hundred times more fortunate—and a hundred times happier.
"Where is Xiao Xin? You still haven't found her?" Cui Xinci asked urgently.
"Yes." Cui Xinjing's face was gloomy. "We've sent out several groups of people, but we still haven't found any trace of Xiao Xin. The incident happened too suddenly. The Song residence was thrown into utter chaos inside and out, and the entire courtyard where the wedding ceremony was taking place collapsed. Later, Xiao Xin was indeed rescued together with Princess Chu Ning, but everyone's attention was focused on that evil dragon at the time, and no one noticed Xiao Xin's safety. I heard that Princess Chu Ning disappeared as well."
"Xiao Xin was the bride, the main character of today's wedding. How could no one care where she went?" Cui Xinci said, not without resentment. On the day of the grand