147: Chapter 147 The Grand Wedding

"Ah?" Yi Lin stood frozen as if struck by lightning. When she finally regained her senses, her pretty face instantly flushed like a ripe apple, and wisps of steam seemed to rise from the top of her head.

Seeing Yi Lin's lack of reaction and her dazed state, Su Xuan did not indulge her. A hint of impatience flickered across his face as he grabbed Yi Lin and strode forward with long, purposeful strides.

"Hey, hey, hey, Sect Head, where are you taking me?" Yi Lin asked anxiously, finally snapping out of it.

"To have a wedding dress custom-made for you!" Su Xuan replied without looking back. His voice was as calm as water, yet carried an air of unquestionable authority.

Hearing this, Yi Lin was terrified. She used every ounce of her strength, struggling desperately in an attempt to break free from Su Xuan's large hand.

However, it was all in vain.

After only a few seconds of struggling, she received a firm slap right on her rounded, perky buttocks.

*Slap—*

As that crisp sound rang out, a tingling, electric sensation instantly spread through her entire body. Yi Lin froze on the spot once more, her cheeks as crimson as the evening glow.

After that slap, Yi Lin became incredibly well-behaved. Not daring to offer the slightest resistance, she could only let Su Xuan pull her out of the main hall.

Once outside, a breeze brushed past, as gentle as a silken veil, cooling the heat on her face.

Yi Lin suddenly had a flash of inspiration and thought of an idea, but she didn't dare speak up loudly, only muttering timidly under her breath:

"Sect... Sect Head... You haven't tried on your wedding robes yet! Why don't I take you to try them on first..."

Hearing this, Su Xuan stopped in his tracks, turned to look at her, and asked, "My wedding robes are finished?"

"Mm-hmm." Seeing this, Yi Lin thought Su Xuan had become interested and nodded her head repeatedly like a chick pecking at grain. "Sister Lin and the others worked together to meticulously craft them for you."

"Where are Master and the others now?"

"I... Yi Lin cannot say..." Yi Lin's voice was laced with fear, as if she were terrified Su Xuan would strike her again. She hurriedly added, "Sister Lin specifically instructed me. Sister Lin and the others aren't here, but Sect Head will surely see them tomorrow..."

Yi Lin was talking incessantly, but before she could finish, Su Xuan pulled her along and hurried away.

"Hey, Sect Head, your wedding robes aren't this way..."

"I know. Mine aren't urgent. Let's get one made for you first..."

"Sect Head..."

The next day.

Inside the main hall, red silks hung high and red candles flickered, creating a festive and peaceful atmosphere. A group of maidservants stood neatly in two rows, their smiles as bright as spring flowers.

Guo Fu, Lu Linxuan, Ji Ruxue, and Yi Yu were standing together.

Yi Qing's small head turned back and forth like a rattle-drum as she looked around, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a hint of confusion. She asked Yi Yu, "Senior Sister, why haven't I seen Yi Lin yet? By right, she should have arrived by now."

Yi Yu also looked puzzled. She scanned the surroundings, her brow furrowing slightly. "I don't know either. Perhaps she woke up late. Alright, stop talking, the brides are about to arrive!"

"Oh, oh." Yi Qing nodded obediently, but her gaze remained fixed on the red-clad figure standing beside Su Xuan.

Yi Qing's eyes were full of doubt, as if asking: Who is that? Why is she also wearing a wedding dress and a red bridal veil? The brides haven't arrived yet, so how can she be here? That familiar silhouette... could it be Yi Lin?

Before Yi Qing could react, her sleeve was suddenly yanked, and Yi Yu's soft reminder whispered in her ear, "Don't get distracted, the brides are here!"

As the words fell, twelve women stepped into the entrance of the main hall as if by magic.

The six brides, like exquisite flowers, were led by maidservants as they slowly stepped over the brazier and walked toward Su Xuan.

A light of amazement flickered in Su Xuan's eyes, as if stars had fallen into them.

Although the brides were all wearing veils, he could clearly identify the beauties behind the thin fabric.

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