After nine lifetimes of reincarnation, the yandere villainous heroine descends.

Day two!

On the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, an auspicious day, the sun blazed fiercely and a gentle breeze blew.

The entire Shen family estate was like a dazzling and beautiful painting, filled with a captivating and enchanting atmosphere.

The courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations. The vermilion lanterns hung high, like burning flames, and the golden tassels danced in the wind, like lively musical notes leaping about.

It was noon, and the mansion gates were wide open. The invited guests, all dressed in magnificent attire, entered gracefully in single file, chatting and laughing.

As one of the protagonists of this grand wedding, Shen Shuchou, dressed in an elegant brocade robe, greeted the distinguished guests together with Shen Zhoucheng.

Shen Shuchou wore a warm smile and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, displaying the refined demeanor of a young master from a prominent family.

Shen Zhoucheng was bold and enthusiastic, engaging in lively discussions with the distinguished guests, and he also took great care in arranging the seating.

At this moment, apart from Fifth Shushuang, who was in her boudoir feeling uneasy, almost no one had a moment to spare.

Fifth Sister sat quietly and gracefully at the dressing table, letting the maidservants skillfully do her hair and makeup. Her beautiful face was full of anticipation for what would happen after today.

Her eyes, as clear as autumn water, shimmered with a mixture of nervousness and sweetness.

Fifth Qinghan did not appear in this lively occasion. She secluded herself in her room, quietly listening to the laughter and chatter coming from outside the window.

At this moment, her expression was constantly changing, complex and unpredictable, as she tightly gripped the Blood Soul Transformation Pill in her hand.

She didn't rush to give the Blood Soul Transformation Pill to her sister, but planned to give it to her sister after she and Shen Shuchou finished their wedding ceremony.

All she needs to do then is wear her red wedding dress and wait for Shen Shuchou to lift it.

However, Fifth Qinghan was not without inner turmoil and struggle; she knew that her actions had wronged her sister.

She knew her actions were very unfair to her sister, but her infatuation with Shen Shuchou made her disregard all that.

The lively and festive scene in the courtyard contrasted sharply with the quiet little house she was in, as if they were two completely different worlds.

At this moment, above the Shen residence, a white figure, as graceful as a fairy, stood quietly, like a white lotus in the snow, pure and aloof.

On that exquisitely beautiful face, an indescribable, profound and complex emotion was revealed, seemingly sorrowful like weeping, helpless like sighing, and yet also relieved like the wind.

Shen Xuejian never expected that when she returned, she would be greeted by Shen Shuchou's great joy.

Three years ago, she had asked Shen Shuchou, hoping that he would carefully consider his marriage.

However, his answer at the time was firm and unwavering, without the slightest hesitation or doubt.

She didn't know why she had confided those heartfelt words to him at that time; perhaps it was just a normal piece of advice from an older sister.

However, as his wedding approached, the subtle feeling in her heart became clearer and stronger.

Especially the time he borrowed the sword, his ethereal figure, like a banished immortal descending to earth, and the magnificent scene of snowflakes swirling wildly in the wind, were like a timeless masterpiece, deeply engraved in her heart, enough to stir up a storm in her heart that could not be calmed for a long time.

That night, she stood alone in the biting cold under the moonlight, her thoughts surging like a tide, her eyes glazed over, unable to sleep all night.

During these three long years, besides focusing on her cultivation day and night, Shen Xuejian would often silently question herself in her spare time about the reason for that ever-present and difficult-to-dispel feeling of unease.

But at that very moment, looking down at the jubilant scene of the Shen family below, and Shen Shuchou, who was beaming with pride among the crowd.

In that instant, she felt as if she had been enlightened, and finally understood what that emotion truly was.

She didn't know when this feeling had started to brew in her heart, but now this sentiment could only be buried deep inside forever.

Shen Xuejian took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart. She did not leave now, nor did she intend to leave now; she planned to wait until the dust settled on the upcoming wedding before departing.

At that moment, several figures suddenly appeared below, attracting Shen Xuejian's attention.

Dressed in a blue robe, Shan Chi led the little girl Mo Ying by the hand and entered the Shen residence with the distinguished guests. In front of him was a sprightly old man, who was the head of the Shan family.

He exuded an aura of authority without being angry, radiating the dignity of someone who had long held a high position.

Behind the single pool was a petite woman.

The woman was dressed in a light pink dress, with a charming and lovely appearance. Her bright, lively eyes curiously looked around, and a sweet smile played on her lips, like a peach blossom in spring, making her all the more endearing.

Her cascading black hair was gently pulled back, with a few playful strands falling beside her fair cheeks, adding to her charm.

Beneath those arched eyebrows were a pair of large, watery eyes, lively and expressive, as if they could speak.

What is particularly striking is her proudly erect chest, which resembles two full mountain peaks.

Her pale pink dress was held high, swaying slightly with her steps, almost bursting out, making one's imagination run wild.

Her slender waist, so thin it could be encircled by a single hand, contrasted sharply with her magnificent breasts, making her figure even more graceful.

When Shen Zhoucheng saw the person who came, a slightly embarrassed look appeared on his face. He recalled that he had made a solemn promise to the head of the Shan family to get engaged, but nothing came of it afterward.

"Patriarch Shan." Shen Zhoucheng quickly stepped forward and forced a smile as he spoke.

"Master Shen, you truly have a short memory!"

With a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice, Shan Shuo spoke.

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhou immediately understood that this was an accusation that he had broken his promise.

With so many people around, it wasn't a good time to argue. I could only pretend to be confused and try to get away with it by making excuses.

Shan Shuo had no intention of getting entangled with him any further; after all, it was all three years ago.

If it weren't for Shan Chi and Shan Mengsheng behind him, he wouldn't have come at all.

Knowing he was in the wrong, Shen Zhoucheng simply took Shan Shuo aside and treated him well, leaving Shen Shuchou alone on the spot.

"It's been a long time, Young Master Shen."

Dan Chi, dressed in blue, stepped forward with a smile and extended a hand.

Shen Shuchou stared at the unfamiliar single pool in front of him, his expression slightly strange.

Shen Shuchou slowly extended a hand to shake his before speaking, "Have we met before?"

Upon hearing this, Shan Chi chuckled softly and said, "In a fleeting moment, we did indeed cross paths."

They parted as soon as they touched each other, and with her other hand, Shan Chi pulled Mo Ying away.

"Sect Master, shall we make our move today?"

Mo Ying asked telepathically.

"I won't move," Shan Chi replied calmly.

"What are we doing here if we're not going to take action? Just to watch him marry that woman?"

Mo Ying became increasingly puzzled.

Dan Chi led her to a seat casually, and silently said in his heart, "Of course we're here to eat, and to share in the festive atmosphere."

Sakura: "???"

Her large, watery eyes flickered slightly, clearly unable to fathom what Dan Chi was really up to.

Just as Shen Shuchou was deep in thought, racking his brains to recall where he had seen this person before, a faint fragrance suddenly wafted to his nose.

Looking up, I saw a petite and graceful woman standing before me.

Her beautiful eyes widened, staring intently at him, her gaze seemingly filled with anger and resentment, possessing a unique and captivating charm.

The two proud peaks on his chest, hidden beneath his clothes, stood before him like two majestic mountains soaring into the clouds, shining brightly.

At first glance, Shen Shuchou keenly sensed that the woman in front of him was a cultivator.

There was a subtle fluctuation about her that belonged to a cultivator. Although she tried her best to hide it, she still could not escape Shen Shuchou's discerning eyes.

Before Shen Shuchou could speak, the woman in front of him opened her cherry-like mouth and said coquettishly, "Why won't you marry me?"

Shen Shuchou: "???"