With those words spoken, the room fell silent.
Only the faint crackling of the red candle flames occasionally echoed.
Min Ning stood firm in her tough clothes, holding her sword, as if to match the occasion. Her red attire was as vivid as blood, standing out starkly from the festive surroundings.
Although she hadn't drawn her sword, her Sword Intent was already unsheathed in her heart. She held the wedding cups, as if determined that she would rather die than let Qin Qingluo and Chen Yi complete this wedding.
Chen Yi's mind was a tumult of emotions, maybe because he had anticipated things wouldn't go smoothly. When Min Ning actually appeared, he wasn't particularly surprised. Instead, he found himself idly pondering what a blessing it would be to marry both women today.
He raised his eyes slightly, meeting Min Ning's sharp gaze. Chen Yi quickly withdrew his gaze, recalling how men could never control untimely desires.
