Three days later.
Early morning, the sun rises.
The streets of Spirit City were filled with red lanterns and ribbons, creating a festive atmosphere.
The paths to the Pope's Palace and the Worship Hall were covered with red carpets, and every few meters there were red lanterns and ribbons hanging in the air.
As a gentle breeze blew by, the colorful ribbons fluttered in the air, as if declaring to the heavens the joyous atmosphere.
Even the maids in the Pope's Palace and the Worship Hall changed into red dresses, walked on red carpets, and carried all kinds of pastries, fruits and delicacies into the hall with smiles on their faces.
In the hall, tables were set up, where elders, deities, and members of the younger generation, such as Yan and Xie Yue, sat with faint smiles on their faces.
Hu Liena, Jun Xuehan's senior sister, sat in front of the Pope's Palace, holding paper and pen, recording the congratulatory gifts that were sent.
Inside the room, Jun Xuehan, dressed in a magnificent red robe, sat in front of a mirror, surrounded by maids who were adjusting her attire.
Bibi Dong sat on the bed, glanced at the time, and asked softly, "The time is almost up. Hurry up and don't be late."
Upon hearing this, one of the maids picked up an exquisitely designed hairpin and neatly combed Jun Xuehan's hair.
"Your His Holiness the Pope, it's all better now," the maids said respectfully, bowing to Bibi Dong.
"Yes, you may leave." Bibi Dong looked at Jun Xuehan's current appearance and nodded in satisfaction, then gently waved to the maids.
"Xuehan, go to the Worship Hall to pick up Xue'er. I'll be waiting for you in the Pope's Palace." Bibi Dong slowly stood up and said to Jun Xuehan.
"Okay, teacher." Jun Xuehan replied and stood up, walking towards the Worship Hall.
Worship Hall, Qian Renxue, dressed in a long red dress, sat on the bed, wearing a phoenix crown on her head and a shawl inlaid with various gemstones draped over her shoulders. Her stunningly beautiful face was filled with a faint smile, and her pale golden eyes were full of joy.
Yue Yi sat on the bed, holding a Milk Bottle in her hand. While drinking her milk, she looked at Qian Renxue and said, "Wow, Mommy, you look so beautiful now."
Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue reached out and gently stroked Yue Yi's high, straight nose, saying, "Little Yue Yi, wasn't Mommy pretty before?"
Yue Yi blinked and said seriously, "It's pretty, but you look even prettier in it now, Mom."
A warm smile bloomed on Qian Renxue's face.
"Alright, go see what your great-grandfather is doing, and whether your father has arrived yet." Qian Renxue said, waving her hand gently at Yue Yi.
"Okay, Mom," Yue Yi replied and walked towards the door.
She reached out and pushed open the door, peeked out, saw Qian Daoliu Yue Yi by the door, glanced around, and then quickly looked away.
"Mom, Great-Grandpa is sitting at the door, sleeping with his eyes closed. Dad hasn't come yet." After observing the surroundings, Yue Yi prepared to close the door.
Just then, Qian Daoliu reached out and picked Yue Yi up, saying, "Little Yue Yi, your great-grandfather will take you to join the fun later, so you don't need to go back to your room for now."
Yue Yi held the Milk Bottle, her big eyes blinking.
Gradually, Jun Xuehan's figure appeared in her gaze.
"Daddy, Daddy's here." Yue Yi looked at Jun Xuehan as he left, and couldn't help but reach out her hand and call out softly.
"Yes, Great-Grandfather can see." Qian Daoliu gently patted Yue Yi 'Yue Yi head, then picked her up and walked towards the direction of the Pope's Palace.
As he passed by Jun Xuehan, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but whisper, "Time is almost up, Xuehan. You need to hurry, or it won't be good to waste time."
Jun Xuehan reached out and teased Yue Yi for a moment, then said softly, "Grandpa, don't worry, it won't take up much time."
With that, Jun Xuehan walked straight into the room.
Pushing open the door, Jun Xuehan was stunned to see Qian Renxue sitting on the bed.
Qian Renxue looked at him and let out a sweet, bell-like laugh.
"Xue'er, you are truly too beautiful." Jun Xuehan went straight to Qian Renxue and gently kissed her cherry lips.
"Yes, Little Yue Yi said I look even more beautiful today." Qian Renxue nodded, her voice full of laughter.
"Alright, let's go to the Pope's Palace first." Jun Xuehan smiled indulgently, picked up Qian Renxue, and walked towards the Pope's Palace.
The two walked out of the room and onto the same path leading to the Pope's Palace. A spring breeze blew by, causing their hair to flutter in the air, while the sunlight gradually lengthened their shadows.
The ancient trees around them rustled in the breeze, but the two felt an unprecedented joy, as well as an unprecedented peace and tranquility.
The two figures seemed to form a magnificent painting, with the beautiful surroundings serving as a backdrop, and their smiling faces seemed to be ready to captivate at any moment.
The road to the Pope's Palace was not long, but Jun Xuehan, carrying Qian Renxue's delicate body, did not walk very fast, because the beauty in his arms was about to become his rightful wife.
Holding Qian Renxue's soft, delicate body gave him the feeling of embracing the whole world. It was as if holding the beauty in his arms was equivalent to embracing the entire world.
In mid-air, the chirping of birds mingled with the rustling of the treetops, seemingly blessing the newlyweds below.
And time seemed to slow down in that instant, as if trying to preserve this magnificent scene.
Walking in the garden where the Pope's Palace and the Worship Hall meet, the flowers around the garden trembled slightly in the breeze. Looking out, it was as if a sea of flowers was formed, layer upon layer, which was very beautiful.
Jun Xuehan glanced at the surrounding garden, then at the smiling face of the beauty in his arms, and suddenly felt that the originally beautiful garden had become dull and colorless.
The two walked through the garden and went straight to the Pope's Palace. The previously noisy Pope's Palace instantly fell silent. All eyes were now on them, making them the center of attention.
Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu sat in the main seats, their gazes calm and undisturbed as they watched the two approaching slowly. Both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu wore faint, warm smiles.