After I transmigrated, the cold king clung to me every day.

Chapter 261 The Wedding Day 1

Early in the morning, magpies outside the window chirped incessantly, as if they too were cheering for this joyous day.

Today is the wedding day of Murong Feng and Shen Wanqing.

Inside her boudoir, Shen Wanqing wore an extremely gorgeous wedding dress. The dress was embroidered with intricate and exquisite patterns by interwoven gold and silver threads, and lifelike peonies bloomed on the red silk, as if telling of endless beauty and nobility.

Her phoenix coronet and embroidered robe were dazzling, and her pearls and jade ornaments swayed gracefully, making her face look like a peach blossom, bright and beautiful.

Zhao Xiong, standing to the side, was stunned for a moment before finally coming to his senses and exclaiming, "I never imagined my sister was so beautiful!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Wanqing glanced at him lightly, her cheeks instantly flushing red. She lowered her head shyly, a sweet smile curving her lips.

Su Yao'er, heavily pregnant, gently helped her put on the hairpins, her eyes full of tender smiles, and said, "Look at what you're saying. Wan'er was already a first-rate beauty, and now that she's wearing this wedding dress, she'll be even more stunning, outshining all others and unparalleled in the world."

Zhao Xiong nodded hurriedly, "Yes, yes, yes, look at my mouth, I'm so bad at talking! By the way, I'd better go out and see the wedding procession." With that, he strode out.

Su Yao'er shook her head helplessly and said reproachfully, "That's just how your brother is, so straightforward and blunt, he doesn't know how to speak properly, oh dear."

Shen Wanqing gently took Su Yao'er's hand, her eyes glistening with tears, her expression full of longing and reluctance: "Sister-in-law, after I'm gone, you must take good care of yourselves." Her eyes held a deep concern for her loved ones.

Su Yao'er grasped her hand in return, nodded firmly, her eyes slightly reddening, her voice gentle yet resolute: "We will. You must take good care of yourself. Marrying into the royal family is different from being at home, so be careful in everything you do."

Shen Wanqing's eyes were moist, but she still nodded and smiled slightly, "Mmm!"

Their hands were clasped tightly together, the warmth of their palms conveying a deep affection. This sisterly bond seemed all the more precious and profound at this moment of impending separation.

Soon, the sound of firecrackers grew louder as the wedding procession approached, creating a lively atmosphere.

Murong Feng wore a well-tailored red wedding robe, with exquisite embroidery depicting a soaring dragon pattern, the gold thread shimmering, showcasing his nobility and majesty.

Wearing a magnificent jade crown, the warm jade gleamed softly in the sunlight, further accentuating his handsome appearance and imposing presence.

He dismounted, walked up to Zhao Xiong with a sincere smile, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brother Zhao, I have arrived. From now on, I will cherish her dearly, protect her, and never let her suffer the slightest grievance. I hope you can rest assured, Brother Zhao."

Looking at the imposing Murong Feng before him, Zhao Xiong felt a pang of reluctance, but seeing his earnest words, he felt relieved. He patted Murong Feng's shoulder heavily and said, "Tenth Prince, I entrust my sister to you. Although you are a member of the royal family, if anything happens to her, I, Zhao Xiong, will not forgive you."

Murong Feng first shook his head helplessly, smiled, then pondered for a moment, nodded solemnly, his eyes firm.

Then, supported by the matchmaker, Shen Wanqing walked slowly out of her boudoir.

She wore a red veil and, with her graceful figure, boarded the bridal sedan chair surrounded by a crowd.

With a loud shout of "Lift the sedan chair!", the wedding procession headed towards the palace, accompanied by music and celebration.

Zhao Xiong and Su Yao'er stood at the door, watching the bridal sedan chair disappear into the distance. Zhao Xiong's eyes were filled with reluctance and emotion. He sighed softly and said, "Time flies so fast. It was so hard to find my sister. We haven't even spent much time together before she gets married. Sigh, the house will feel so empty without her."

Su Yao'er gently took his arm and softly comforted him, "Don't be too sad. Men should marry when they come of age, and women should marry when they come of age. It's a blessing for Wan'er to marry into the Prince's Mansion. Besides, the Prince's Mansion isn't far from our home, so we can visit her anytime we miss her. Furthermore, she has found her own home after marriage, so we should be happy for her, shouldn't we?"

Zhao Xiong nodded slightly, his gaze still following the vanished bridal sedan chair, and murmured, "I hope she can live happily in the Prince's mansion."

Su Yao'er leaned on his shoulder and whispered, "Yes, Wan'er is so wonderful, she will definitely be happy."

The two stood there, motionless for a long time, their hearts filled with concern and blessings for Shen Wanqing.