Chapter 801: Coronation And Wedding
Wearing a black dragon robe embroidered with a five-clawed golden dragon, Feng Xiyan looked majestic and cold.
Looking at the hundreds of ministers and generals standing below the long stairs and the thousands of elite soldiers guarding the area, his hands hidden within his wide sleeves clenched tightly.
Glancing at the sun’s position, he could not help but ask, "Is it not time yet?"
Standing a few steps behind him, the Minister of Rites wiped his forehead with his sleeve and thought, ’Great General, you have been asking the same questions for one sichen now.’
Putting on a smile, he clasped his hands and replied, "Great General, there are still two sichen before the auspicious hour."
Hearing this, Feng Xiyan could not wait any longer and walked down the stairs.
Seeing this, the Minister of Rites’ soul almost came out of his mouth. Coming back to his senses, he hurriedly chased after Feng Xiyan.
"Great General, you cannot go! It’s against the rules!"
"This is this general’s wedding. This general will personally bring my wife to the imperial palace," Feng Xiyan replied without even glancing at him.
The moment he heard this, the Minister of Rites’ face lost all color. Yet no matter how quickly he ran, he could not catch up to Feng Xiyan.
For a weak scholar like him to chase after a general is like a baby trying to chase after an adult. It’s completely impossible to do.
After trying his best, the Minister of Rites finally gave up. In the end, he could only desperately shout to Fan Wanming and the other generals, "Quick! Follow the Great General! We can’t let him leave without protection!"
Without needing the Minister of Rites to remind them, Fan Wanming, Wu Ruizhan, and the other generals had already mounted their warhorses.
As Feng Xiyan mounted his warhorse and galloped toward the Great General’s Mansion, the generals led one thousand elite soldiers and followed closely behind him.
Watching the group rush out of the imperial palace as if chasing mortal enemies, the Minister of Rites nearly fainted.
"Minister of Rites!"
"Be careful!"
Fortunately, the other ministers reacted quickly enough to catch him before he tumbled down the long stairs.
While the ministers and generals left behind in the spacious square outside the Hall of the Great Heaven could only sigh helplessly as they watched Feng Xiyan and the others disappear into the distance, Feng Xiyan and his team raced toward the Great General’s Mansion.
Along the main streets, the commoners crowded along both sides of the road, waiting for the wedding procession.
However, after waiting for so long, the one who arrived was not the bridal procession—but their beloved Great General and his soldiers.
Shocked to see Feng Xiyan riding at full speed, the commoners and the soldiers guarding the streets hurriedly knelt.
Clasping their fists and lowering their heads, the soldiers shouted in unison, "This subordinate greets the Great General!"
Behind them, the commoners kowtowed to the ground and reverently shouted, "This commoner greets the Great General!"
Before they could finish their greetings, Feng Xiyan, the generals, and the thousand elite soldiers had already galloped past, leaving behind only drifting dust and confused soldiers and commoners.
Scratching his cheek, a young man asked doubtfully, "Did I see it wrong? Why did the Great General look like he was about to kill someone just now?"
Hearing this, the old man kneeling beside him hurriedly covered his mouth and hissed through gritted teeth, "Shut up! Are you courting death?!"
While the soldiers and commoners wondered what could make their Great General rush in a hurry like that, Feng Xiyan and his group arrived at the Great General’s Mansion in no time.
When the guards outside saw Feng Xiyan dismount his warhorse, they all knelt and clasped their fists.
"This subordinate greets the Great General!"
Their powerful voices echoed throughout the surroundings, alarming the matchmaker and the female guests inside the mansion.
The matchmaker hurried out from the main courtyard and saw Feng Xiyan approaching. Her eyes widened in shock as she quickly walked toward him.
Dabbing the cold sweat from her forehead with her bright red handkerchief, she dropped to her knees before Feng Xiyan.
With her eyes lowered and head bowed, she hurriedly said, "Great General, you cannot go inside! It will bring bad luck to the bride!"
The moment Feng Xiyan heard this, he paused in his tracks.
Looking down at the matchmaker, he asked, "Why are you not finished yet? It is almost time to leave the mansion."
Swallowing hard, the matchmaker braced herself and glanced at the sky.
Looking at the sun’s position, she roared inwardly, ’Isn’t there still plenty of time before the auspicious hour?! Can’t you wait until the bride is ready?!’
Even though she was screaming in her heart, she did not dare show it on her face.
Forcing a smile, she carefully replied, "Great General, it takes time for the bride to finish her makeup and put on her wedding dress. Besides, there are also rituals she must complete before entering the wedding sedan."
Feng Xiyan stared at the matchmaker silently, causing cold sweat to pour down her back.
After a long moment of silence, he finally asked, "How long until she is ready?"
Being asked by him, the matchmaker’s mind raced at full speed. Keeping her head lowered, she carefully replied, "At least one sichen."
Frowning slightly, Feng Xiyan said, "A quarter of a sichen."
Hearing this, the matchmaker quickly looked up in shock. "Great General, this—"
Before she could finish her words, Feng Xiyan glanced at her.
Startled into silence, the matchmaker swallowed the rest of her words. Seeing there was no room for negotiation, she gritted her teeth and replied, "Yes, Great General."
Receiving the answer he wanted, Feng Xiyan looked toward the entrance of the main courtyard for a moment before turning and returning to the main hall.
After sending away the living King of Hell, the matchmaker hurried to her feet and rushed into the courtyard while shouting, "Quick! We only have a quarter of a sichen to finish everything!"
