In the realm of fairyland and jade pavilions, after sending the two children to Kunlun Mountain, Yu Yao and Ye Mingheng also began to prepare for their long-awaited wedding.
Amid the preparations for the wedding, Yu Yao, holding this invitation to invite Chu Yuan, the deity, to attend the wedding, a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes.
She handed the invitation to Ye Mingheng, who was busy nearby, smiling softly: "Night, this is the specially customized gilded invitation I prepared for Chu Yuan. What do you think?"
She has been waiting for this day for a thousand years, and she really wants to see Chu Yuan's face, that wretch, looking ugly and filled with regret.
Ye Mingheng took the invitation, raised an eyebrow, and curled a mischievous smile on his lips, his heart already aware of Yao's plan.
"It's quite good, though I wonder if he'll attend."
"He will come."
A glint of confidence flashed in Yu Yao's eyes, "He will definitely come. If he doesn't come, how can he know what he has lost and what wonderful opportunities he has missed?"
Ye Mingheng nodded and placed the invitation on the table beside him, "Well, if he does come, it will be just the right moment for him to understand that you have no ties with him anymore. The one by your side now is me, and it's I who can give you happiness."
The wedding preparations became increasingly elaborate, and the entire Bieluo Yao Tian was immersed in a festive atmosphere.
The fairy servants came and went, arranging various extravagant decorations.
Heavenly Realm, Yun Yuan Palace, enveloped in mist and clouds.
Chu Yuan received this gilded invitation, seeing the familiar characters on the invitation, his hand trembled slightly, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
The little fairy beside him asked curiously: "Deity, what is this…?"
Chu Yuan was silent for a moment before he slowly said, "It's the wedding invitation from Yu Jie and Ye Ming."
This woman did it on purpose, inviting him to the wedding to let him see her happy now.
His expression was complicated, and he wanted to throw the invitation aside, ignoring it.
But somehow, against his will, he inexplicably put the invitation away properly.
At the end of the day, he still wanted to go and see her, even if the scene would be awkward and uncomfortable. He still wanted to go and see her.
The little fairy was surprised: "Then will you go, deity? This... seems quite awkward."
Chu Yuan's eyes were complex. "Yes, why not? We were married for a time, after all. Though we are now estranged, it is both emotionally and logically appropriate to offer my blessings."
However, at the depths of his heart, Chu Yuan had an inexplicable fear of this wedding. He was afraid of seeing Yu Jie's eyes full of love for Yao Ming, and afraid of seeing their happy and sweet appearance.
These were supposed to be hers, but unfortunately.
The day of the wedding arrived, and Bieluo Yao Taiwan was adorned with lanterns and decorations, with celestial music resounding and the scene was bustling with joy.
Guests from all quarters came to offer their congratulations, and even the normally elusive heavens' leaders, who seldom appeared, came to witness this long-awaited feast.
Yu Yao wore a wedding dress that shimmered with radiant light, embroidered with lifelike phoenixes and abundant flowers, with every stitch and thread imbued with the radiance of divine magic.
She exuded an indescribable divine aura, which only made her more beautiful and unparalleled, like a goddess descended from heaven.
Ye Mingheng wore a black robe, adorned with golden threads embroidering mystical runes, exuding extraordinary handsomeness, and appeared both formidable and mysterious.
He gently held her hand, his eyes filled with deep affection and indulgence, "Yao'er, you are the most beautiful today."
Yu Yao smiled gently, her eyes flickering with mischief, "Of course not. I'm going to let someone see how happy I am now."
Ye Mingheng naturally understood who 'someone' she referred to in her words.
He gently tapped her handback, as a sign of comfort, "Don't worry, he'll regret it."
In fact, Chu Yuan had already regretted it. Otherwise, why would he be offering congratulations and receiving disciples again.
The wedding was attended by numerous guests, including their close friends Bai Cang, Mo Yan, and Yu Luo Fairy Goddess, as well as deities, immortals, and demons from various realms.
Also present was Lingxu God King of Kunlun Mountain, the teacher of Bi Yun and Lofeng.
Even the Lord of Heaven had sent gifts to celebrate the wedding.
Bai Cang, swaying his folding fan in hand, walked over with a smile of sophistication and humorously said: "Ye Mingheng, you have finally managed to hold the wedding. We've all been waiting for this day for a long time."
Mo Yan leaned against a chair, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, and he commented with a satisfied murmur: "You two deliberately pushed the wedding to a thousand years later, just to make someone look bad, right? Don't you think Chu Yuan will definitely show up?"
Ye Mingheng slightly narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashing with a faint seductiveness, "Today is our wedding. Whether he comes or not is of no importance to me. If he does come, it will be a bonus. Everyone can watch a show."
When the wedding was to officially begin, Chu Yuan still did not show up. Yu Yao and Ye Mingheng exchanged glances, their hearts somewhat surprised.
However, it was impossible to delay the wedding for someone else, and they began to walk into the venue.
As the wedding officially began, celestial music resounded, and petals fell like rain.
Yu Yao and Ye Mingheng entered the venue hand in hand, their figures seeming to be a perfect match, garnering the best wishes from everyone present.
Just then, Chu Yuan finally arrived. Usually dressed in white, he was rare to be seen in a red robe today, holding a wine jar, his expression drunk with intoxication. His hair was not tied up; his three thousand black hair strands cascaded down, exuding an air of charm.
He walked in this way, making all the guests present silent and focusing their gaze on him.
No one could understand what Chu Yuan was trying to do today.
Could it be that he regrets it and wants to disrupt the event?
Ye Mingheng furrowed his brow, his face changing instantly to a stern expression.
Early or late, especially at this moment, with such dress and posture, unless Chu Yuan is intentional, Ye Mingheng won't believe it.
Yu Yao also furrowed her brow, feeling a sudden regret for having sent Chu Yuan that bastard an invitation.
This person wouldn't be coming to disrupt the wedding, would he? Don't let it ruin a good wedding.
Bai Cang and Mo Yan, seated in their respective seats, saw Chu Yuan appear in this manner, all with a twitch of their lips.
"Haha, interesting. Now there's a good show to watch."
Bai Cang's folding fan was lightly swayed, and he smiled and said.
Mo Yan's expression was slightly raised, indeed not to be underestimated as Chu Yuan. It is really not easy to see his joke.
Now, it's not clear who will be laughing at whom.
The guests in attendance also realized what was happening, their expressions were odd, and their eyes glimmered with the desire to watch a good show.
Chu Yuan took a step after another, his red robe resembling fire in this scene of flying petals, standing out in an especially eye-catching manner.
With each step, he carried a strange rhythm, as if drunk yet with an unusual clarity.
He stopped in front of Yu Yao and Ye Mingheng, his gaze fixed on Yu Yao, his eyes filled with longing, but the pain and regret were reflected in his bottom.
He lifted the wine jar, tilted his head back to take a sip, and the wine flowed from his mouth, tracing his face, yet it did not stir him in the slightest.
"Yu Jie, I've never paid much attention to you in the past. Looking at you now, I realize how truly beautiful you are, beautiful to the point of causing me heartache."
Chu Yuan's voice was slightly hoarse, standing out clearly in the silence.
Ye Mingheng's face was so dark it seemed capable of dripping water, and he said coldly, "Chu Yuan, if you're here to drink the wedding wine, sit at one side. If you're here to cause trouble, don't blame me for not being polite."
The black robe on his body slightly stirred, as if there were black mist swirling within, that was the power of the evil god hidden within him, seemingly ready to take action at any moment.
Yu Yao's expression was complicated, she wanted to see Chu Yuan regretting deeply, she did see it, but Chu Yuan's reaction completely exceeded her expectation and was somewhat out of control.
Or perhaps, she was too self-assured, overlooking that Chu Yuan is not an ordinary man; how could he be easily manipulated by others?
Chu Yuan did not heed Ye Mingheng's warning, his gaze remained fixed on Yu Yao, his eyes filled with regret and deep longing.
"I regret so much what I did to you then, Yu Jie. I regret not cherishing you and not seeing your goodness sooner."
He put down the wine jar, his expression sorrowful. "I know it's too late to say anything now. It was my desire for a mundane life, clouded by the things of the mortal world, that blinded my eyes. I thought Wenruo's love was true love, and it was my inner longing. It wasn't until after a thousand years of seclusion in contemplation that I realized I was wrong, and I was wrong to an extreme."
As he said this, he raised his head to look at Yu Yao, his expression serious and sad, with a hint of longing. "Yu Jie, can you forgive me?"
