Chapter 469: A Little Tune Realizes Reality
In a dimly lit room.
Yu Xia had a dreamy, flushed complexion, her fair skin covered in fine beads of fragrant sweat. Her fingers lingered at her lips, letting out a faint, mournful moan.
Sang Zhe was holding her curvaceous body, the two rolling around on the bed in an intimate embrace, indulging in a shared moment of warmth and ambiguity…
…
“Um!”
Si Jingzhu suddenly opened her eyes, waking up with a start.
Once she took in her surroundings, she patted her chest, gradually breathing a sigh of relief.
…That woman, Yu Xia, actually shared a bed with Sang Zhe. How did I end up dreaming about this?
Thank goodness it was just a dream.
If it were real, it would be hellish.
But lately, she had been taking the medicine Sang Zhe prepared for her.
In fact, Si Jingzhu hadn’t dreamt in a long time.
She couldn’t tell if it was because she took her medicine too late last night or what, but here she was, dreaming.
How strange…
Shaking her head, she yawned and got out of bed. After freshening up, she stepped into the hall.
To her surprise, Gu Yingmian, who had just returned to the Sword Flower Palace two days ago, had already appeared at the Sang residence, closely discussing something with Long Huan and Tang Yubbing.
On the other side, Bai Ming was huddled in a corner with Hua Jianglian, whispering over a tablet.
“Huh?”
Si Jingzhu rubbed her eyes. “What’s all this noise? What happened?”
“Sang Zhe’s side sent a message,” Yan Rouwan, who was feeding a cat, said softly. “They successfully finalized things with the in-laws—it’s arranged for them to return and get married in ten days. The wedding will be held here at our place.”
Ten days? Si Jingzhu blinked.
That’s pretty soon.
“So, are you already starting to prepare the wedding venue?”
“Of course.”
Hua Jianglian sighed. “That guy Sang Zhe is just a hands-off manager; these things still fall on us.”
“And there are plenty of troublesome details involved in getting married.”
Bai Ming began counting on his fingers. “Just sending out invitations will take over a thousand. Besides the four great holy lands, we have to invite Chi Yu sect, Fu Yu Hall, and Ksitigarbha Temple, plus the Tang family and the Cao family, not to mention a whole bunch of friendly sects and families nearby…”
“When it comes to the banquet, we won’t know how many tables we need to set up. Even if we book the entire subsidiary, it probably won’t be enough; we’ll need to set up a ton down the mountain too…”
“Ahhh, this is a headache.” Bai Ming scratched his head furiously. “Preparing the venue is complicated enough; we’ll have to negotiate with the common folks down the mountain for a long time. I’m starting to think, why not just buy out the whole town down there to avoid the hassle?”
Si Jingzhu: “?”
Rich people’s thought processes are definitely different.
“Why go through all this trouble?”
“You think Sang Zhe is still the low-key little demon cultivator he used to be?”
Tang Yubbing said quietly, “He’s now our Demon Cult’s poster boy, famous throughout the entire cultivation world—the renowned Jail Demon Lord.”
“If we’re holding his wedding as the Demon Cult, it has to be the most grand and magnificent one.”
Si Jingzhu’s eyes sparkled with envy.
…How wonderful.
A wedding that the whole world will bless and celebrate.
Just thinking about it feels so romantic.
“Just right, you’re free anyway.”
Gu Yingmian suggested softly, “Go help your Senior Sister Shi. She’s practically overwhelmed over at the Demon Cult.”
“Eh…”
Si Jingzhu felt somewhat reluctant, but since everyone was busy beyond measure and desperately needed hands, she reluctantly trailed off towards the Demon Cult Mountain Gate.
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The Demon Cult was bustling with activity as well.
After learning about Sang Zhe’s upcoming wedding, everyone at the Water Moon branch immediately ceased all work, fully immersing themselves in setting up the venue.
The workload was immense, not to mention the problems popping up everywhere. As the person in charge, Shi Qingyan was forced to shift into her Blood Demon form, zipping around the entire branch at lightning speed.
Spotting Si Jingzhu, Shi Qingyan quickly zoomed in front of her and tossed her a walkie-talkie.
“Perfect timing! They’re calling out too chaotically; help me sort this out and tell me where to go, one at a time.”
Before she could finish her sentence, Shi Qingyan transformed into a red streak and vanished from sight.
…Is the Blood Demon form meant for this kind of thing? Si Jingzhu found herself at a loss for words.
But help was still needed.
By dusk, various tasks slowly fell into a rhythm, and preparations gradually became more organized.
Shi Qingyan, having worked tirelessly all day, appeared beside Si Jingzhu, her face pale and her crimson eyes a bit dazed.
“Uh, Senior Sister Shi? Are you alright?”
“…Too drained. Feeling a little anemic.” Shi Qingyan rubbed her forehead and glanced at Si Jingzhu.
This made Si Jingzhu step back in fright, hastily protecting herself and trembling, saying:
“No, you can’t suck my blood. I’m an immortal medicine, not a person! If you suck on me, you won’t get human blood but herbal juice!”
Her remark made Shi Qingyan chuckle softly.
She gently sat next to Si Jingzhu, hugging her knees, gazing at the sunset sinking beyond the mountain gate.
“How wonderful. Sang Zhe and Little Ying are finally about to seal the deal.”
Si Jingzhu plopped down beside her, curiosity piqued. “Senior Sister Shi, don’t you feel a bit sour about it?”
“Especially when back at the Water Moon Sect, you adored Little Ying so much. Now, watching her on her wedding day dressed so beautifully, about to share a room with a man… What was that hot new song ‘Cang Hong Pavilion’ all about? What a pity this is your and his movie, and I’m just a guest~”
Shi Qingyan pondered for a moment and then smiled.
“I don’t think so. Perhaps I might even feel quite thrilled.”
Si Jingzhu: “?”
Stunned by the green hat slave vibe.
“I’ve already come to my senses. A woman as wonderful as Little Ying is beyond my reach.” She lowered her gaze and murmured, “Only Sang Zhe is worthy of her.”
“Just being around them makes me feel happy.”
Si Jingzhu was about to say something, but Shi Qingyan asked in return, “What about you? Didn’t you loathe Aunt Yu before? Are you not jealous of Aunt Yu now?”
“Jealous of her? Don’t joke.”
Si Jingzhu huffed indignantly. “This young lady is the Original Immortal! How could I ever be jealous of a maid?”
“If anyone should be jealous, it’s her being envious of me. Once I bed Sang Zhe first, I’ll make her watch.”
“Watching with her own eyes as I get ahead of her and share a torrid love affair with her most adored Sang Zhe, feeling utterly flustered yet unable to look away…”
As Si Jingzhu sported a devilish grin reminiscent of a little imp, Shi Qingyan suddenly remarked:
“Get ahead of her? But you’re already late, aren’t you?”
“…Eh?”
Si Jingzhu turned her head, baffled.
“Didn’t you know? Aunt Yu is going along as a handmaiden in her bridal entourage. It was arranged by Yu Xia and the others to prevent Little Ying from getting hurt during the wedding night.”
“So right now, Aunt Yu is definitely already—”
The rest of her words faded away as Si Jingzhu gradually lost the ability to hear.
All she could remember was her eyes widening, gazing blankly at the sunset before her.
She could even faintly hear some tragic melody in her ears.
It was as if she was finally starting to come to terms with an unacceptably harsh truth.
