That morning.
Bang bang bang.
Jiang Ping sat up, awakened by a knock on the door, and yawned repeatedly.
Liu Haitang's voice and that of a pretty senior female student could be heard outside the door.
"Junior Sisters, how can you stay in bed on your wedding day? The guests are almost all here."
"Qing Yan Junior Sister Qingyan, wake up! On the most beautiful day of your life, your senior sister will help you dress up beautifully, in Phoenix coronet and rosy clouds, to stun the entire audience."
Chen Qingyan was still sleepy-eyed and wore no makeup. The Dao Rhythm in the necklace around her neck flowed slightly, adding a touch of the divine. Her fair and flawless face made her look like a celestial being.
Jiang Ping helped her up, but she refused to open her eyes. She slid into Jiang Ping, still thinking of Mengdie. She had practiced her skills late last night and hadn't slept enough.
Jiang Ping didn't dare to urge her, because Qing Yan was a bit grumpy when she woke up. Once, he forcibly woke her up, but it took him a long time to coax her back to her senses.
However, when Liu Haitang spoke of intending to break down the door, Chen Qingyan opened her eyes instantly.
A little while.
Jiang Ping and Chen Qingyan walked out of the bedroom.
The two were taken by Liu Haitang and her pretty senior sister to change clothes and get dressed.
"Qing Yan Junior Sister Qingyan doesn't need any embellishment; she's beautiful and delicate enough on her own, with bright eyes and white teeth. Her temperament is exceptionally outstanding; she can simply wear a wedding dress."
Looking at Chen Qingyan's flawless face, the pretty senior sister didn't know where to begin with her hands holding the rouge.
"Then apply more for your junior brother."
As a result, Jiang Ping smelled of rouge, and his face was slightly flushed.
"Junior Brother no longer resembles Golden Core expert; he has gained a delicate air, like the Little Jia from a storybook, breathtakingly Celestial Person, with a face like the Mid-Autumn Moon, complexion like spring flowers, sideburns as if cut by a knife, eyebrows like ink paintings, and a face like peach petals."
Liu Haitang and her elegant senior sister admired their masterpiece, quite satisfied.
Even though Chen Qingyan was already Phoenix coronet and rosy clouds and embroidered Red veil, she couldn't resist lifting the veil to come and take a look.
Then Liu Haitang pressed her down, and she sat down in a chair with Jiang Ping.
"Don't move. I've practiced painting for a few years; I'll paint a picture for you."
The elegant senior sister produced a blank Painting scroll from somewhere, with all the painting tools already prepared. Perhaps she had intended to give it to the newlyweds as a wedding gift.
Then, she began to paint.
Before long, a lifelike Painting scroll was completed.
Jiang Ping looked at the painting, raised an eyebrow, and said, "It lacks Spiritual Qi, it's not vivid enough."
Upon hearing this, the pretty senior sister immediately became displeased, pouting, "Junior brother, there's no Painting Essence in your expression. How can you think my painting isn't good enough?"
Jiang Ping remained silent, then with a flick of his red sleeve, the Painting scroll was instantly filled with life. The figures within seemed to come alive, the bride and groom appearing incredibly lifelike.
"This is the Artistic Conception of Changshi Fist, even stronger than my Mystic Skill."
Lusheng was startled as soon as he walked in.
You should know that his Mystic Skill is to capture Eighth Level Concept Realm in a copy; that's quite terrifying.
"Junior brother, have you already captured five-tenths of the Artistic Conception the painting?" he couldn't help but ask.
No!
Li You, who had come with him, said in a deep voice, his expression slightly serious.
He was very knowledgeable and had seen others perform this skill before.
Jiang Ping's Changshi Concept is probably less than four or five parts, but it is definitely Minor Accomplishment, and he has copied about three-tenths of it.
"The auspicious time has arrived." At this moment, Liu Wensheng came in and called out.
"Bowing to Heaven and Earth!"
Jiang Ping, dressed in a red robe and wearing a golden crown, and Chen Qingyan, Phoenix coronet and rosy clouds, held hands with her through a red silk ribbon and began the wedding ceremony in front of all the guests.
"Look, the officiant at the wedding is Jiang Saint, he's so young! They say he's lived to be four hundred years old."
The guests were not only the newlyweds' relatives and friends, but also prominent noble families from the Prefecture City who came to join in the fun.
The group of important figures looked at Jiang Siqi with expressions of admiration and excitement!
The Jin Family Head was somewhat dazed. Back during the Martial Examination, his Eldest Son had almost offended Jiang Ping. Fortunately, Jin Ze later realized his mistake and did not cause a major disaster; otherwise, it could have led to annihilation.
After all, the person officiating at Jiang Ping's wedding is a sage of our time.
"That is the second youngest sage of the Great Li Dynasty." The Changping Prefect said in a trembling voice, looking at a young man sitting at the main table.
This wedding was attended not only by Jiang Siqi, a martial arts master, but also by someone of exceptional talent; its prestige was truly remarkable.
"There are three of them!"
"Late Golden Core realm," said Lord Cao in a low voice. He looked at the old man in Black Robes beside Wei Lin, and his heart was filled with shock.
It can be said that all the saints in Jiang Saint's faction have arrived!
"No, there are four!"
"What?" Lord Cao and the Prefect were shocked, looking at the old man beside them. The old man had once cultivated at the National Academy and was the only Greater Golden Core cultivator in Changping Prefecture.
"Do you see the old man sitting with Master Xie?" The Greater Golden Core pointed to an elderly man with a full head of white hair at the main table and said in a solemn voice:
"That's the Old Saint of the royal family, he's here too!"
The powerful and influential people of Changping Prefecture were ashamed and deeply moved. Jiang Ping's wedding had brought Four Saints to the scene!
"The implementation of the Martial Examination was the result of the joint efforts of Jiang Saint and this Old Saint," Lord Cao said in a low voice.
"That's right." The Greater Golden Core nodded and transmitted his voice. "This Old Saint shouldn't have many years left. He came in person to congratulate Jiang Ping because he sees potential in him and hopes that Jiang Saint's camp will produce another True Dragon to save the collapsing edifice."
"Is the great building about to collapse?" Lord Cao frowned.
"The emperor's throne rotates, next year it might be my turn. Do you think those powerful families in the Imperial City don't have this idea?" the Greater Golden Core replied.
"If the Old Saint were to pass away, Jiang Saint's side would no longer have Sixth Heaven Martial Saint supporting them, and a great storm would definitely erupt. Jiang Ping's interception and killing might just be a prelude to this storm."
"Jiang Saint is probably afraid that Jiang Ping might have another accident, so he's going to protect him personally."
"Husband and wife bow to each other!"
Jiang Ping and Chen Qingyan bowed to each other.
Once the ceremony is completed, the two are considered to have formed a marriage and are now husband and wife.
"Send them to the bridal chamber!"
Jiang Ping and Chen Qingyan went together to the bridal chamber that had been prepared in advance.
Soon.
After removing the big red flower, the groom Jiang Ping left the bridal chamber alone again, as he still had to accompany the guests.
The gathering didn't end until everyone had eaten and drunk their fill and it was getting late.
The wedding was lively and grand, yet simple, with no wedding procession or plans for pranks or teasing during the wedding night.
Jiang Ping, still slightly reeking of alcohol, returned to the bridal chamber.
Inside the room, the candlelight was dim, and Chen Qingyan sat upright on the edge of the bed.
"Lady."
Jiang Ping called out, then picked up the scale rod and gently lifted the Red veil, revealing Chen Qingyan's flawless face.
The two had already pledged their lives to each other and slept in each other's arms every night, but at this moment, she still looked shy, her cheeks flushed, making her even more beautiful.
"Have a drink."
Jiang Ping removed the gold ornaments from Chen Qingyan's head, led her to a small table, and the newlyweds drank the nuptial wine. After a few more drinks, Chen Qingyan's face became even more rosy.
Night deepens, and the beautiful night is all too short.
On the bed, Jiang Ping helped Chen Qingyan remove her elaborate wedding attire, shoes, and socks, and the bed curtains were lowered.
"Let's have a chubby baby."
Jiang Ping stroked Chen Qingyan's slender hand and said.
He then took a bite, and the lingering fragrance in his mouth was still as sweet as ever.