Song Yan cast a few casual glances around.
Fortunately, the Elder Mirage Dragon had not been invited.
Hmm-or rather, perhaps the old fellow simply disliked moving about and had not come.
Still, Song Yan did not lower his guard because of that.
That old mirage dragon had a thoroughly mischievous streak. For all he knew, the fellow was in some mountain gully right now, watching the wedding through narrowed eyes.
Perhaps because he was still thinking of his uncertain future, and because members of the Demon Race were everywhere here, Song Yan could not help feeling tense.
Yet to the many Yao Kings, that tension looked more like a newlywed's bewilderment.
Several who were friendly with and knew the Shi Human Race even gave him kindly smiles.
Perhaps they were remembering their own younger days.
"I heard this prince consort has never known the pleasures of men and women. This is his first marriage, too."
"When I got married, I was so nervous I walked with the same arm and leg moving together."
Soft laughter immediately rose from the sidelines, and the atmosphere grew even more relaxed.
Just then, a small hand gently settled on the back of Song Yan's.
It was soft and boneless, with a slight chill.
"Brother Song Yan, relax a little."
Lingsi spoke softly.
Her words carried a double meaning, and Song Yan naturally understood what she meant.
Song Yan could not help mocking himself inwardly.
Lingsi was very clever. He had never expected that he would need her to remind him.
So Song Yan took a deep breath and cast aside his distracting thoughts.
With a natural expression, he linked arms with Lingsi and walked past the banquet tables of the Yao Kings and guests.
Along the way, he also received their congratulations.
"Congratulations, Princess