Chapter 1298 - I Do
Jun Xiqing thought nothing of this. People of power always had to live with restrictions due to their status.
When her parents had still been alive, they had held her often and told her that they only wanted her to be a free and happy child.
But she had chosen this path instead.
It was likely that she would be trapped in this palace for the rest of her life, but she knew that she wouldn’t regret it.
She would take big strides forward.
At this moment, someone knocked on her door and a maid’s voice floated in from the outside. “Your Highness.”
Pingping looked at Jun Xiqing and said, “Your Highness, I’ll go take a look.”
What?
Jun Xiqing’s heart skipped a beat and she asked, “Who did you say the Silver Mask King was marrying?”
“Your Highness, he’s marrying Shi Xiaoxiao.”
“…”
She didn’t know what to say. What was wrong with the two of them? Why were they both rushing to get married? If Xuan Ying was going to marry Shi Xiaoxiao, then what about Elder Sister Lingling?
“Your Highness, will you be going?” Pingping asked. “Will you be going to Country A?”
If she went, she would definitely run into His Highness, Lu Yeming. It must be fate that they were going to meet each other without arranging anything.
…
Country A.
On the day of the wedding.
A grand wedding party was held at the Snow Mountain Residence with the influential people of Country A gathered there. The last to arrive was Lu Yeming, who came in a bullet-proof Presidential limousine.
Xuan Ying looked extremely tall and handsome in a black tuxedo. His beauty was blinding but an aura of darkness and melancholy surrounded him.
“Master.” His assistant, Ah Zhou, walked over.
Xuan Ying glanced at Ah Zhou and asked, “What is Lingling doing?”
“Miss Xia is in her own room and asked me to pass on a message. She wishes you… a happy marriage.”
A happy marriage?
Xuan Ying’s thin lips curved upwards. “Send someone to protect her. I don’t want anything to happen to her.”
“Yes, sir.”
At this moment, someone knocked on the door and Lu Yeming’s dashing figure walked in.
“Your Highness,” Xuan Ying said lightly.
Lu Yeming walked forward with one hand in his pocket and patted Xuan Ying’s shoulder with his other hand, a watch wrapped around his wrist. “Congratulations.”
Xuan Ying lifted his eyes to look at Lu Yeming and said, “I heard that Your Highness is getting married to Dongfang Ruoli?”
Lu Yeming’s eyes were calm and he did not reply.
Xuan Ying said lightly, “That’s great, Your Highness. I also extended my invitation to Miss Jun two days ago and asked her to come for the wedding. I’m not sure if she will be here today.”
Standing at the door, Fan Men’s eyes lit up at the mention of Miss Jun. She was coming?
Fan Men assessed Lu Yeming quietly. His expression remained unchanged, as though this didn’t concern him at all.
…
The wedding banquet had commenced but Jun Xiqing was nowhere to be seen.
Shi Xiaoxiao, who was in a white wedding dress, stood right in the middle of the main lobby. She clutched Xuan Ying’s arm in bliss as they walked forward to the minister.
Meanwhile, Xia Ling was cooped up in her room all this time. She sat on the bed with her pale hands wrapped around herself.
She could hear everything.
She could hear their wedding vows clearly from where she was.
The minister spoke, “Miss Shi Xiaoxiao, are you willing to take Mr Xuan Ying as your lawfully wedded husband, from this day onward, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
Shi Xiaoxiao replied, “I do.”
“Mr Xuan Ying, do you take Miss Shi Xiaoxiao to be your lawfully wedded wife, from this day onwards, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?”
Xia Ling listened carefully, hearing only his silence, before his magnetic voice slowly floated over to where she was.”I do.”
Hugging her knees, Xia Ling buried her face in them. Her eyes were red and large tears flowed down her face as she sobbed silently.
…
The wedding was over.
Xuan Ying and Shi Xiaoxiao walked upstairs. Within moments, Xuan Ying stormed over to the study room and kicked the door open with a bang.
General Shi Shi was inside.
Ripping off his tie with long fingers, Xuan Ying’s voice was as hard as steel.
“Where is my daughter?”