Ye Yuan'er nodded.
"Of course. This is Spirit Hall's most important event. We won't be careless. I'll find Yue Guan and the others and see to the invitations."
Qian Xunji nodded. "Go on. Be thorough."
Over the next three days, Spirit Hall's messengers spread across the continent, delivering gilded invitations to every major power.
The Upper Three Sects and Lower Four Sects received invitations to the Holy Son's wedding. None dared neglect them; they immediately began taking stock of their treasures and preparing gifts.
Even sects that had never been on good terms with Spirit Hall prepared lavish gifts. None wanted to give anyone cause to criticize them over this.
Soon, the wedding day arrived.
Spirit Hall was decked out in festive lights inside and out. Red silk ran from the main gates all the way to the inner hall, red lanterns hung beneath the corridors, and a celebratory air filled every corner.
The ceremonial procession stood in neat ranks outside the hall. Music carried through the air, lending the occasion a grandeur both magnificent and solemn.
In a bedchamber of the inner hall, Bibi Dong and Ah Yin stood before a bronze mirror, trying on their red wedding attire.
Golden-thread Phoenix vines adorned their brilliant red gowns. The trailing skirts made them look more radiant than ever.
Bibi Dong had pinned up her long hair, and her gold hair ornament swayed gently when she moved. The festive attire softened some of her usual icy edge.
Ah Yin wore an embroidered shawl, her earrings swaying softly. Her eyes were gentle, and she could not hide the smile on her lips.
A maid bent to smooth the folds of their skirts. Bibi Dong gazed at herself in the mirror, brushing her fingertips over the embroidery at her collar, a faint light