Ji Fengyan looked on, speechless at the flurry of activity. The fiery red scene left her with an uneasy feeling.
Before Ji Fengyan could deduce what was going on, the earth beneath her feet shook violently. From afar, Meng Fusheng was seen leading giant soldier gods number two, three, four, five… all hurrying over. Strangely, those giant soldier gods were adorned with huge red flowers. Red lanterns also hung off their heads.
“Haha, my queen Look, what do you think? I prepared this. Not bad, right?” Meng Fusheng looked extremely self-satisfied.
Ji Fengyan stared at the formerly forbidding giant soldier gods being draped all over by red silk. All that bright red made them look like buffoons. Her face turned green.
“What the hell are you guys doing!” Had the whole world gone insane after her night’s sleep?
Meng Fusheng wanted to say something, but Chi Tong had already walked over with a bunch of Yan Luo Dian men. They all held rather odd expressions.
Chi Tong lifted his chin at Duanmu Hongru, who immediately brought out a gift. A half-meter-long red silk box was presented before Ji Fengyan.
“Great queen, things were a bit of a rush so we did not have time to prepare a proper gift. We hope you don’t mind this meager offering by Yan Luo Dian.” Duanmu Hongru was beaming in glee.
Ji Fengyan widened her eyes at that huge box. She was completely dumbstruck.
“Ah! I nearly forgot.” Duanmu Hongru had his devil-masked men bring forth a slightly smaller box and personally delivered it to Ji Fengyan. “Gong Zhiyu told us to pass this to you.”
Ji Fengyan numbly accepted the box and opened it…
A bright red outfit lined with gold thread was laid out in the box. There was even a fancy-looking headpiece.
This thing was obviously a wedding outfit!
“What the hell are you doing?” Ji Fengyan felt like she was breaking apart. Was she still asleep?
Duanmu Hongru smiled slyly. He said in a low voice, “Queen, there’s no need to hide anything. We all sincerely wish you the best. Don’t worry, we will definitely all attend the day of the big wedding.”
“Big… wedding??!” The corners of Ji Fengyan’s lips twitched. Her eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets. “Whose wedding?”
“Yours,” Duanmu Hongru said as a matter-of-fact.
Ji Fengyan, “…”
“Haha, you need not hide such a merry occasion from us. If Leader Meng had not notified us, we would never have known.” Duanmu Hongru smiled.
Ji Fengyan shot a cold glare at Meng Fusheng, who appeared oblivious to the danger he was in. Instead, he smiled expectantly at the praise he felt sure he would receive.
Ji Fengyan was utterly distressed. Her brain felt like it would explode at this sudden turn of events. Without hesitation, she dashed out of the palace hall and charged into Liu Huo’s room.
Kicking open the door, Ji Fengyan stood inside Liu Huo’s room, still carrying the box containing the wedding outfit.
“Liu Huo! Get up now and explain just what the hell happened!”
Startled by her shouts, Liu Huo sat up with his shirt half opened. He looked blankly at the raging Ji Fengyan. He then glanced down at the silk box containing the wedding outfit and grinned.
“Do you like it?”
…
[Mini theatre]
Little crazy brat: Ye Yueban! Come out here right now! What the hell is going on?!
Mou Bei: You dug your own grave, you should lie in it.
Little crazy brat: WTF!
Mou Bei: Quickly send over your wedding gifts and cast your votes.
Little crazy brat: Explain yourself!
