Blood Wedding
"The Larrea family has been around for a very long time, so there's a considerable amount of material on them. I've made notes here, organized by period and notable figures."
Although she had already risen to become a Fourth-Order Transcendent, Miss Wen was still meticulous when it came to paperwork.
"Also, if we narrow the scope to Ermu Mansion Palace, there's one particularly unusual rumor I think Mr. Fang might find interesting."
Wen Li opened the folder in her hands and pointed to a passage.
"Ermu Mansion Palace was built a very long time ago. It was the retreat of the family's second Divine Human, Immanuel, who was said to be immortal."
"They say there was originally a statue of him inside, but the few people who were granted permission to visit have said they never saw one."
"But he isn't the subject of the rumor I mentioned. That would be his son, Don Juan."
"Other than his tremendous charm and his fondness for women, there are few records of this young man. The unusual event happened at his wedding. Apparently, all the noblewomen in the region rushed to attend, filling the air with the scent of powder and perfume."
As she spoke, Wen Li unconsciously drew in a breath, seeming to imagine the scene.
"And that's how the legend of the Blood Wedding began."
Oh?
That name was undeniably a classic.
"Was there an accident? Were any of the ladies attending injured or killed?"
Fu Qian blinked, thinking of his former consultant, the Bronze Lady.
And of the time he had toured what seemed to be Ermu Mansion Palace alongside Lady Xixi.
And of the lavishly dressed noblewomen, their heads scattered everywhere.
"Actually, quite the opposite. First of all, there was no accident at the wedding. It