Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique-Chapter 1547 - 1548: Ominous Signs! (2 Updates)

"Silly girl..."

Yue Yunlan gently grasped Qiaoqiao’s hand and solemnly instructed, "After I’ve completed the wedding ceremony with Yaan Jinghong, Qiaoqiao, you take my father and mother and leave the Imperial City. The farther you go, the better."

"Miss, what do you mean by this? No, I won’t. I want to stay with you. Wherever you are, that’s where I’ll be!"

In Qiaoqiao’s heart, a sudden sense of foreboding arose. She knew Yue Yunlan’s character well; she would rather be a shattered jade than an intact tile!

She knew for sure, the Miss would not willingly accept her fate and marry Yaan Jinghong.

"This time, no matter what, you must listen to me. Otherwise, I will no longer recognize you as a sister!"

Yue Yunlan’s expression was exceptionally serious. Qiaoqiao was slightly taken aback; she had never seen the Miss be so earnest in her instructions, but the more this was the case, the more Qiaoqiao’s unease grew stronger.

At that moment, a team of palace maids arrived from outside to escort the bride. The leading middle-aged woman bowed gracefully at the door, beaming, "Miss Yue, the auspicious time has come, you may board the Phoenix Chariot now!"

Yue Yunlan clenched her fists, took a deep breath, gently lowered the beaded curtain of her phoenix crown, stood up slowly, and lightly pressed her red lips, "Let’s go!"

"Miss..."

Qiaoqiao supported Yue Yunlan’s arm. She could feel that Yue Yunlan’s gaze was like a pool of dead water, without a hint of spirit.

"All right! Welcome the bride onto the Phoenix Chariot!"

The middle-aged woman in charge of the procession cheerfully ordered people to escort Yue Yunlan onto the Phoenix Chariot. Instantly, music played, gongs and drums resounded, creating a festive atmosphere.

...

Sky White Imperial City, Zhengyang Hall.

At this moment, the full assembly of civil and military officials had taken their seats. Yaan Jinghong, in a red robe, sat prominently in the main seat.

Even the Fourth Prince, Moo Yan, though named Sky White Monarch, had to take a position below Yaan Jinghong. None of the ministers paid him any attention. As a puppet emperor, he could only sit to the side, drinking sullen wine on his own, occasionally forcing a smile, lest Yaan Jinghong became displeased in the slightest.

In the hall, all the ministers flattered Yaan Jinghong, who, naturally, laughed heartily, feeling smug.

Three days had passed, and Ling Feng still hadn’t emerged from the Seven Emotion Demon Domain. It seemed everything had settled.

Perhaps I overestimated him. If Ling Feng remained trapped in the Seven Emotion Demon Domain forever, it would be rather dull.

Yaan Jinghong raised his wine cup and drained it, gazing into the distance where an honor guard approached from the direction of the Harem, nearing the entrance of Zhengyang Hall.

"Congratulations, congratulations!"

"Congratulations on the Regent King’s joyous wedding!"

"The Regent King and Miss Yue are truly a matching couple, a union made in heaven!"

Seeing the bride approaching, the ministers quickly stood to join Yaan Jinghong in going out to welcome the bride.

"Report!—"

At that moment, a member of the Imperial City Guards, clad in armor, hurried into the hall, knelt before it, and loudly declared, "Reporting to the Regent King, there is grave news!"

"Insolence!"

Hearing this guard speak such words during the Regent King’s wedding, the ministers eager to flatter Yaan Jinghong immediately stepped forward and ordered, "Bold! On the joyous day of the Regent King’s wedding, how dare you speak nonsense. Someone, take this person away and hold him for punishment!"

The guard repeatedly kowtowed in plea, urgently saying, "Re... Regent King, no... It’s just that the situation at the border has changed. The No... Northwest Army has declared allegiance to King Jing!"

"What?"

For a moment, the ministers were shocked. In this way, King Jing’s subordinates simultaneously gained control of the Southern Army’s Tianmang Fortress and the Northwest Army’s Sky-reaching Fortress.

"What’s going on? Han Li always remained neutral. Why did he suddenly declare allegiance to King Jing?"

"This situation is unfavorable. Within the Imperial City, the two largest fortresses simultaneously turning to King Jing’s command means the City Lords of other commanderies may also waver, and perhaps even side with King Jing."

"King Jing has always been weak. Why did he suddenly become so brave, being able to simultaneously win over Yuan Tiangang and Han Li, those two crafty old men!"

"..."

On the day of Yaan Jinghong’s wedding, such news suddenly arrived, indeed not a good omen.

As everyone whispered, on the main seat, Yaan Jinghong slowly stood, glaring at the messenger guard, and said loudly, "The Northwest Army, is it? Quite audacious. I haven’t sent troops to punish the Northwest Army, yet they dare pledge allegiance to those traitorous rebels. Well, very well! After my wedding, I’ll deal with them as well!"

After speaking, Yaan Jinghong’s presence surged, and the ministers calmed down immediately.

With Yaan Jinghong’s current cultivation, even if the Northwest Army pledged allegiance to King Jing, ultimately it couldn’t change anything.

"Everyone, shut your mouths. No one is allowed to discuss this matter any further!"

Yaan Jinghong stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on the messenger guard, and said coldly, "If today weren’t my joyous day and I didn’t want to see blood, for disturbing my mood, I wouldn’t spare you! Now get out!"

"Yes, yes! Thank you, Regent King, thank you, Regent King!"

The Imperial City Guard quickly scrambled out of Zhengyang Hall, everything returned to normal. The bridal procession had already reached the front of Zhengyang Hall. Yaan Jinghong laughed heartily and strode to the hall entrance to personally welcome Yue Yunlan from the carriage.

The ministers hurriedly followed Yaan Jinghong, like a group of sycophants, full of congratulatory words, smiling as brightly as the spring sun.

"Hmph, a bunch of turncoats!"

Fourth Prince Moo Yan clenched his fists, raised his wine cup and drained it, his brow deeply furrowed. Clearly, he was supposed to be the emperor, yet he had become utterly invisible.

Knowing this would happen, he wouldn’t have invited the wolf into his home that day, nor would he and Yaan Jinghong have conspired to poison the late Emperor.

"Tut, tut, tut, the Emperor seems a bit dissatisfied?"

Suddenly, a sinister voice came from his ear, startling Moo Yan. Turning around, he found it was the Blood Sword Heavenly Monarch, Lee Qingling.

Moo Yan’s mouth twitched slightly, quickly smiling, "No, no, Lord National Master must have misheard. I am merely wishing the Regent King and Miss Yue a hundred years of happiness."

"Hahaha..."

Lee Qingling laughed heartily, casting a meaningful look at Moo Yan. Moo Yan’s eyelid twitched slightly; he seemed to grasp something faintly.

It looked like Lee Qingling also had ambitions; the position of State Preceptor might not satisfy him!

"Hehehe..."

Moo Yan just chuckled softly. To endure patiently, be a puppet emperor under Yaan Jinghong’s tyranny, Moo Yan was no simple character.

Before understanding Lee Qingling’s true intentions, he naturally wouldn’t recklessly expose his own ambitions.

By this time, Yaan Jinghong had already helped Yue Yunlan down from the Phoenix Chariot, entering Zhengyang Hall side by side amidst the ministers’ acclaim.