Chapter 1257: Chapter 684: Ghost Marriage
Donggong Ruoshu glanced around, finally catching the clue. Previously, she had never noticed it, but now, the more she looked, the clearer, the brighter it became.
The candlelight flickered on the verge of extinguishing, stagnant in the air like clouds of turbid amber, the roomful of red faded into dull gray-black, like old New Year paintings soaked in water.
The smiles on Min Ning and Qin Qingluo’s faces were frozen, with perfectly curved lips, yet devoid of any vitality.
Chen Yi stood there, his eyeballs fixed in one place, even the wrinkles in his clothes had stiffened.
The silence here was so profound that one could hear their own... heartbeat if a ghost had one; that’s surely what it would sound like.
But she didn’t have one, so there was only dead silence.
So the answer was clear, this was undeniably a...
Ghost marriage?!
The stupid girl was shocked to the core, her mind racing through countless memories.
At the Heart’s Desire Pool, Donggong Ruoshu made a wish towards the pool. The stupid girl’s dictionary didn’t have the words "thought through", and back then, making a wish was purely a whim, a spur-of-the-moment thing, a hot-headed impulse.
At that time, Donggong Ruoshu had a premonition while staring at her blurry reflection in the pool, that perhaps this pool was indeed somewhat eerie. But when nothing happened afterward, she threw it to the back of her mind.
After all, she was already a ghost; even if she did somehow entice Chen Yi, there was nothing he could do.
The stupid girl had always acted on impulse, indifferent to the consequences.
Thinking it over again, after making the wish, she had mumbled offhand, "Next time he’s at the wedding hall, I don’t want to hide under the bed again."
Who would’ve thought... she glanced around, noticing the red wedding candles, the Hundred Children’s Tent, the wedding cups. Wedding rooms, whether belonging to the Heavenly Family or common folks, were more or less the same, and the current scene was all too familiar.
At this moment, it was perfect. Today Chen Yi was getting married again, perfectly, with three women in the bridal chamber once more, perfectly, with her present yet again. Recollecting this, Donggong Ruoshu glanced around the bridal chamber again, shocked.
Why, even as a ghost, was she to have a ghost marriage with him?
Donggong Ruoshu murmured to herself, "How terrifying!"
Donggong Ruoshu couldn’t help but think, if she really had a ghost marriage with Chen Yi, what kind of situation would that be? A living person with a dead ghost, what kind of scenario was that? Not to mention having children, even physical intimacy was out, a touch would pass right through.
A thought pierced her chaotic mind like an icy spike.
Chen Yi was a Taoist, with the Soul Capturing Skill, manipulating souls—this was not hard at all!
She definitely didn’t want it to go that way, if it did, she would be doomed, turning into a ghost, and he’d still not spare her!
The stupid girl floated backwards a few steps, distancing herself from the stiff Chen Yi.
The woman of white light, Purity Saintess, was quietly "watching" her, the surrounding frozen World of Ignorance slightly stirring, the compassionate smile seemed to deepen.
"What you fear is not the form of ghost marriage," the voice of the Purity Saintess was ethereal, directly resonating in Donggong Ruoshu’s perception, "What you long for is nothing more than the word ’joy’, having a name and a place beside him, no need to hide, constant joy."
Donggong Ruoshu was stunned, the words were like a needle, lightly pricking the notion in her heart that she herself hadn’t sorted out; she opened her mouth to retort, but no sound came out.
Purity Saintess’s aura of white light swirled deeper, more holy and indistinct, yet carried an irrefutable sense: "Here in ignorance, all thoughts fall silent, perfect for reshaping reality. What you wish for, you can achieve."
As the voice ended, the frozen, discolored scene of the bridal chamber, like a reflection in water hit with a pebble, began to distort and ripple, the gray-black tone stirred by an invisible force, uncharacteristically resurrecting an eerie thread of red.
The edges of the rigid figures of Min Ning and Qin Qingluo started to blur, seemingly about to melt into this reconstructed canvas.
Donggong Ruoshu felt an enormous, indescribable pulling force, acting directly on her very being.
It was as if she was being stuffed into a pre-made mold, a plaque marked "Chen Yi’s Ghost Wife".
She turned abruptly, looking at the still stiff, oblivious to the drastic changes around him, Chen Yi. His brows under the shadow of his hair slightly twitched.
Donggong Ruoshu turned again, the mass of misty white light, along with that compassionately smiling face, dispersed silently into the stagnated air, like a drop in the ocean, ripples unfurling.
The scene shifted, Min Ning and Qin Qingluo were both gone.
In the vast bridal chamber, there was suddenly only her... who could move, and that man with the slightly furrowing brows, seemingly struggling with something.
Donggong Ruoshu was about to rush to find someone, but was abruptly held back, a warm hand clasped her wrist.
Turning back, the once frozen Chen Yi was now gazing at her with a full, radiant smile.
The feeling was so real that she trembled, a dead ghost, yet actually caught solidly!
Donggong Ruoshu’s face came up against a pair of smiling eyes.
Somehow, Chen Yi had shaken off that frozen state. He stood behind her, his eyes crescent-shaped, his mouth slightly upturned, a gentle smile she’d never seen before.
But this smile, against the backdrop of the eerie, somber red-black, only made her spine tingle.
"You... are you awake?" Donggong Ruoshu’s voice wavered, trying to pull back her hand, yet it was held tightly.
Chen Yi’s smile deepened, as if she had asked a particularly foolish question. With natural grace, his other hand lifted, fingertips lightly grazing her cold cheek, "What are you talking about, the hour is just right, the guests may have left, but heaven and earth have witnessed us, we’ve already bowed before the high tables."
He paused, his voice tender enough to be liquid, each word distinct and clear, "Wife."
The word "wife" cracked like a thunderbolt over Donggong Ruoshu’s Heavenly Spirit Cover.
She shuddered all over.
The peculiar rouge seemed to deepen even more, like dried blood.
The embroidered children’s faces on the Hundred Children’s Tent were rigid and dull, their eyes seemingly following her, the solidified candle drips piled like pale bones, wedding cups lay quietly on the table, their rims gleaming with a cold glint.
She felt a swirling dizziness, the ground beneath her feet seemed to be writhing, transforming this celebratory bridal chamber into an extravagant cage.
Chen Yi remained oblivious to her fear, still smiling, releasing her wrist, and turned to pick up the pouring jug of warmed wine from the table.
The amber-colored wine poured into the wedding cups, the sound piercingly loud amidst the silence. He lifted a cup, handing it to her, "Shu’er, the regrets from the Capital City, today I make them right for you. Look, the red candles, joyous hall, heaven and earth as witnesses. Let’s bow again, just the two of us this time, alright?"
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