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Yun Zhonghe arrived at Cangwu Mountain early in the morning, changed into a brand new blue robe, and combed his hair meticulously. He didn't carry a wine gourd in his hand, but a folding fan, looking quite like a Taoist immortal.

When Shen Yifei saw him dressed like this, he almost didn't recognize him. "Uncle He, have you... changed your personality?"

"Why change your gender? When you go to the Dragon Palace to see old acquaintances, you have to dress presentably." Yun Zhonghe said, his eyes drifting away somewhat unnaturally.

Shen Yifei chuckled inwardly. This old guy, though he spoke so toughly, was probably still thinking about Jing Ci.

The wedding procession flew eastward for half a day and arrived at the East China Sea.

Ao Ting was already waiting on the sea. Seeing Shen Yifei and Yun Zhonghe approaching, he quickly came forward to greet them, "Second brother-in-law, Uncle He, you've finally arrived! Mother has been asking about you several times!"

Upon hearing the words "Empress Dowager," Yun Zhonghe nearly dropped the folding fan in his hand.

Passing through the light barrier and entering the Dragon Palace territory, Shen Yifei found that the Dragon Palace was even more lively than the last time he came. Red coral and pearls were hung everywhere, and even the buildings on both sides of the street were draped with red silk, making the entire Dragon Palace feel festive.

Ao Ming and Jing Ci were already waiting in the main hall.

Ao Ming was dressed in a golden dragon robe and wore a crown on his head. He sat upright in the main seat, looking extremely majestic. Jing Ci sat beside him, wearing a light blue dress and a phoenix hairpin in her hair. She was dignified, elegant, and breathtakingly beautiful.

Shen Yifei entered the main hall and respectfully bowed, "Junior Shen Yifei greets the Dragon King and Dragon Queen."

Yun Zhonghe followed behind Shen Yifei and also cupped his hands in greeting, "Greetings, Dragon King and Dragon Queen."

As he spoke, his eyes involuntarily glanced at Jingci, then quickly looked away.

Jingci naturally saw Yun Zhonghe as well. Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, then she smiled slightly, "Master Yun, it's been a long time."

"Well... it's been a long time." Yun Zhonghe's voice sounded a little unnatural, and he coughed twice. "Your Majesty the Dragon Queen is still as graceful as ever. I... I am very pleased."

Ao Ming snorted from the side, looking at Yun Zhonghe as if he were guarding against a thief.

Yun Zhonghe quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at Jingci again.

Shen Yifei saw this and was secretly delighted. This old guy really did have something to hide.

The wedding procession was simple; although the dragon race valued grandeur, it wasn't as complicated as that of the human race.

Shen Yifei presented the betrothal gifts, but they were all prepared by the Dragon Palace itself; it was merely a formality.

Looking at Shen Yifei, Jing Ci noticed his cultivation had improved by leaps and bounds in just a few days, and couldn't help but think more highly of this son-in-law.

"Yifei, Ying'er is now in your care. If you dare to let her suffer even the slightest grievance, I will not allow it."

"Don't worry, Mother, I will treat her well and never let her suffer the slightest grievance."

Jing Ci nodded, then glanced at Yun Zhonghe standing behind Shen Yifei, and said indifferently, "Lord Yun, you've had a lot more free time these past few years."

Yun Zhonghe chuckled twice. "Your Majesty is too kind. I am but a wine seller. How could I be anything but leisurely?"

"You only sell alcohol? I heard you're collaborating with Ting'er, and your business has even expanded to the Dragon Palace?"

"This...this..." Yun Zhonghe was like a clumsy duck in front of Jing Ci, and he couldn't bring himself to talk about the business, so he didn't know what to do for a moment.

Just then, Ao Ting shouted, "Groom, come pick up the bride!"

Everyone turned to look, and Ao Ying, dressed in a bright red wedding gown and with a red veil covering her head, walked out from the back hall surrounded by eight maids.

Although her face was covered by a red veil, Shen Yifei could still see her graceful figure, which appeared even more exquisite and shapely in her wedding dress.

He felt a surge of excitement, wishing he could lift the veil right now and see the face he had been dreaming of.

Shen Yifei stepped forward and took Ao Ying's hand. Her hand was cold and soft, and trembled slightly.

The wedding procession left the Dragon Palace in a grand procession, with Ao Yun leading eight thousand dragon riders to escort them all the way, while Ao Ting personally drove the chariot pulled by four white sea beasts, clearing the way ahead.

Sitting in the carriage, Yun Zhonghe looked at the dragon riders escorting him on both sides and clicked his tongue twice. "This kid has quite the entourage. I originally thought that Lu Ya would come to cause trouble, but with this setup, he wouldn't dare to do it even if he had ten lives! Sigh, if only your father were here."

Shen Yifei chuckled, "Uncle He, please don't mention my father. That blockhead of a man like my father, it's a miracle he even managed to marry my mother."

Yun Zhonghe laughed heartily, his laughter tinged with a touch of melancholy. "Yes, that guy, if it weren't for your mother taking the initiative, he'd probably be a bachelor for life. Alas, what a pity for Jingci..."

"Uncle He, stop thinking about her. My mother-in-law is doing quite well now. The Old Dragon King listens to her every word. You saw it today. Her status... even my father-in-law has to listen to her obediently."

"Yes, yes, as long as Jingci is doing well, that's all that matters. It's my fault for not taking the initiative back then; I was too embarrassed..."

"Uncle He, then in the future, when you meet a woman you like, you have to be more proactive, just like me..."

Chatting and laughing, we headed west and arrived at Cangwu Mountain in the evening.

On Mount Cangwu, the lights were already blazing. The square was filled with banquets, and all sorts of spiritual fruits and fine wines were on display.

Luo Qinghe, Su Wuwang, and Yin Wuxie all changed into new clothes and stood at the mountain gate to greet them.

Xinghe Mo Ran also produced the Myriad Things Cauldron, but Hongxiu and Liu Mengli, due to their status, did not show themselves.

Ye Ling even put a barrier on her mountain peak, so that no sound could be heard from outside.

Upon seeing the wedding procession arrive, Xinghe and Mo Ran quickly went to greet them. Xinghe shouted loudly, "The groom is back! The bride has arrived!"

Shen Yifei helped Ao Ying down from the carriage and they walked into the main hall.

Inside the main hall, red candles burned brightly, filling the air with a festive atmosphere. Incense, candles, and offerings were placed on the central altar, and a painting hung on the wall behind it—a portrait of Shen Changtian and Youlan, painted by Yun Zhonghe overnight.

Although it is only a few strokes, the expressions of the two people in the painting are lifelike.

Shen Changtian, dressed in white, stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze resolute. Youlan nestled beside him, a gentle smile on her face, though her eyes were not painted red.

Shen Yifei looked at the portrait, his eyes slightly stinging.

He has no parents, but he cannot be without them at this wedding.

According to human customs, the wedding ceremony should begin with bowing to heaven and earth, then to the parents, and finally to the couple bowing to each other.

As an elder, Yun Zhonghe sat in the high seat.

Shen Yifei helped Ao Ying to first bow to heaven and earth, then turned around and bowed deeply to Yun Zhonghe.

Just as he bent down, he suddenly saw three figures appear in the high hall's position.

On the left is Yun Zhonghe, and on the right... two illusory figures have appeared on the right.

A man and a woman, two illusory figures, were nestled together, smiling as they looked at him.

The man was dressed in white, with a handsome face and a familiar look in his eyes. The woman wore a long black dress, her beautiful face adorned with a gentle smile, but her eyes... were blood red.