After the ghost-hunting master descended the mountain, his fame spread throughout the capital.

Wang Dazhuang turned around upon hearing the voice, his face beaming with excitement at his newfound body, and respectfully bowed: "Master, Immortal, what brings you here?"

Huiming and Xuanji Zhenren exchanged a glance, their faces plastered with what could be described as amiable smiles. "Come closer."

Wang Dazhuang leaped onto the roof, leaned closer, and the more he listened, the brighter his eyes became. He puffed out his chest.

"Alright! Master, rest assured! I'll go right away! I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

Soon, Jiang Mao's scream came from the gate of the Jiang residence.

In the blink of an eye, the fifteen-day deadline has arrived.

The city of Changling was filled with even more joy as the celebrations of the new emperor's ascension to the throne had not yet subsided.

Despite the short notice, with Xie Jinchen's full support and the new emperor's assistance, the wedding was conducted in accordance with all the necessary regulations.

Inside Jiang Dusheng's mansion, red silk was hung high, filling the air with joy.

Before dawn, Princess Yongning personally came to comb Jiang Dusheng's hair and apply makeup.

Madam Xu Baojuan, wife of the Minister of Personnel, Madam Meng Yanran, wife of the Director of Studies at the Imperial Academy, and several other noble ladies who had received her favors, including the wife of the Duke of Wei, arrived early and sat together.

A stunningly beautiful face was reflected in the bronze mirror.

Jiang Dusheng usually wears plain-colored dresses and her black hair is often casually tied up, without any makeup.

At this moment, however, she was wearing a bright red wedding dress with wide sleeves embroidered with phoenixes and peonies. The gold threads shimmered in the candlelight, and the embroidery on the hem seemed to come alive with her subtle movements.

Xie Jinchen specially invited an old palace maid to do her makeup. Her eyebrows were drawn like distant mountains shrouded in green, her eyes were lightly rouged, and her lips were adorned with full, bright red lipstick, making her skin appear even whiter than snow and her beauty beyond compare.

Princess Yongning stood behind her, looking at the person in the mirror with amazement and satisfaction in her eyes, and couldn't help but praise:

"No wonder you rarely wear such bright colors, this time you did..."

She paused, as if searching for the most fitting words, "Truly as radiant as a lotus emerging from clear water, I fear even the red candles and the double happiness characters pale in comparison."

As she spoke, she reached out and gently straightened a hair ornament on Jiang Dusheng's hair, her movements tender.

Madam Xu, standing to the side, nodded repeatedly. She thought of her deceased daughter, Xu Yishuo. If her daughter were still alive, how wonderful it would be if she could have befriended such a remarkable person…

A slight tear welled up in her eyes, but she quickly concealed it, replacing it with a genuine smile as she echoed:

"Your Highness is absolutely right. Miss Jiang, dressed like this, is truly a fairy descended from heaven. Such beauty, such good character, and such extraordinary abilities... Ah, what a lucky break for that Xie family boy!"

These words drew chuckles from the ladies in the room, who covered their mouths and echoed each other's sentiments.

They all genuinely loved and admired Jiang Dusheng, and seeing her dressed up for her wedding, they felt a sense of nostalgia, like a daughter getting married.

At this moment, Madam Meng coughed lightly and stepped forward.

She took a small booklet carefully wrapped in red silk from her sleeve, quickly stuffed it into Jiang Dusheng's hand, and whispered:

"Good child, this is something your birth mother should have taught you, but she's not very bright, so I took it upon myself to do it. You... watch quietly, don't make a fuss."

Her tone carried the concern of an elder and a hint of barely perceptible embarrassment.

Jiang Dusheng subconsciously caught it, touched it through the red silk, and felt the texture of a book.

Although she had her doubts, she accepted the gift out of trust in Madam Meng, nodded slightly, and said softly, "Thank you, Madam."

Driven by curiosity, while the other ladies around him were chatting and laughing, Jiang Dusheng lifted a corner of the red silk and peeked inside.

With just one glance, her cool and jade-like cheeks instantly flushed red, as if they had been stained with the most vibrant rouge.

Spring...erotic art!

It's not the subtle or veiled kind; rather, the painting is extremely detailed and the poses are quite bold.

Jiang Dusheng's hand trembled, almost dropping the booklet. His heart pounded, and he nervously clutched the burning booklet tightly, stuffing it haphazardly into the large sleeve pocket of his wedding dress.

I even pressed it subconsciously, afraid it would fall out.

The Duchess of Wei, who was standing nearby, noticed her little action and couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle softly, teasingly saying:

"Oh dear, is the bride shy? Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You need to know a little about these things so that the relationship between husband and wife can be more harmonious, and you'll suffer less from ignorance. That's how we were taught by our mothers back then."

The other ladies, hearing the commotion, also turned to look.

Although they didn't know the reason, seeing Jiang Dusheng's unusual shyness and the Duke of Wei's teasing, they could roughly guess that it was something he had kept hidden away, and they all smiled with their lips pursed.

Jiang Dusheng felt his face getting even hotter, and even his breathing became a little difficult.

Although she and Xie Jinchen had already been intimate, the poses in the picture book were astonishing and truly opened her eyes.

Just then, Ruan Guyan's cheerful voice came from outside the door: "The auspicious time has arrived! Bride, please rise!"

The laughter and chatter inside the room immediately fell silent.

Princess Yongning personally picked up the red veil embroidered with dragons and phoenixes and covered Jiang Dusheng with it.

In an instant, all that remained before my eyes was a festive red, and everything outside became blurry.

Madam Xu stepped forward, took Jiang Dusheng's hand, her voice choked with emotion, yet full of sincerity:

"Good child, today we're sending you off to your wedding. As for the Jiang family... let's not talk about them. I'll have my son, Nanxun, carry you out the door as your elder brother."

Thinking of her deceased wife, Xu Yishuo, and looking at Jiang Dusheng who was about to be married, Madam Xu's tears finally fell, but she quickly wiped them away, and held Jiang Dusheng's hand even tighter, her words filled with sincere emotion:

"Miss Jiang. Today, on behalf of the Xu family, I wish you and Prince Xie a harmonious and loving marriage, a life of peace and happiness, free from worry and fear; may you hold hands and grow old together."

Zeng Yanran stepped forward and said softly, "Miss Jiang, you are a member of the Taoist sect, and I imagine you have received many blessings. But I still want to say a few more words, and I hope you won't find them bothersome."

She said solemnly, "May you be accompanied by a good man on your journey, sharing both joys and sorrows; may you stay true to yourself, have a smooth path ahead, and not be misled by vanity and power."

Following that, others also offered their blessings.

Hearing the blessings from under the veil, Jiang Dusheng felt a warm current flowing through his heart.

These blessings from people who were not related to her by blood but treated her sincerely moved her more than any lavish dowry.

Jiang Dusheng slightly bent his knees and solemnly bowed to everyone: "Jiang Dusheng, thank you all."