A Grand Wedding A Hellish Battlefield

"Honey, she's gone..."

Ye Mengyao blinked her large eyes, looking somewhat adorably clueless.

"Aren’t you going to stop her? I was looking forward to seeing you put her in her place!" Ye Mengyao hooked her arm around Jiang Che’s, flashing a mischievous grin.

Truth be told, she really wanted to see that Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal locked up in a dark room by Jiang Che.

After all, that woman had been so arrogant back then, acting all aloof and detached from the mortal world—it was downright infuriating!

Besides, Jiang Che already had plenty of girls around him. What difference would one more immortal make?

"Hmph, I’ll let her off for now. I’ll deal with her properly in the future!"

Jiang Che slowly walked over to where the Supreme Forgetfulness Immortal had vanished. On the ground lay a jade token, seemingly left behind by her.

The token was crafted from immortal-grade spirit stone, inscribed with three characters:

[Supreme Palace]

Clearly, this was left intentionally by the Supreme.

"Heh, does she think I won’t be able to find her?" Jiang Che’s gaze deepened before he tossed the token to Ye Mengyao.

"Mengyao, this is still an immortal-grade spirit stone. Keep it for your cultivation."

"Oh, and by the way… do you want to surpass the Supreme? To master the essence of the Forgetfulness Dao yourself? So the next time you see her, you can crush her beneath your feet?"

Jiang Che’s voice was like a siren’s whisper, and Ye Mengyao nodded eagerly.

Though she claimed to walk the path of deep emotion without forgetfulness, in terms of enlightenment… a hundred versions of her couldn’t compare to the Supreme!

The so-called "deep emotion without forgetfulness" path she was on? The Supreme had tried it too—and failed. That’s why she had to resort to the path of severance.

If even the Supreme couldn’t succeed, how could Ye Mengyao possibly manage it? And since the Supreme had gained the recognition of the Forgetfulness Dao’s essence, didn’t that mean her path was the correct one?

In comparison… wasn’t she just a complete joke?

No wonder the Supreme was so confident, utterly unconcerned about her reincarnated self causing trouble.

"I do! But..."

"No buts. When you ascend to immortality, I’ll personally grant you a Dao essence. Then you can defeat the Supreme and drag her back for me!" Jiang Che patted Ye Mengyao’s shoulder.

"Immortality…" Ye Mengyao’s eyes widened. That was such a distant realm!

"Heh, so what if your enlightenment is lacking? Can’t we just cheat? With your husband here… any cheat you want is yours!"

Ye Mengyao lowered her head. Jiang Che’s words always carried an irresistible charm.

"Oh, right… Wan'er mentioned that the Jiang Family arranged an engagement for you?"

Ye Mengyao asked tentatively.

"Uh…" Jiang Che’s lips twitched.

That big-mouthed girl—now probably all his women knew about the engagement.

He never should’ve told her!

"Well, yes, there is an engagement. But it was arranged by my family. I had no say in it!" Jiang Che spread his hands helplessly.

"Pfft—"

Ye Mengyao covered her mouth, giggling. "Hmph, playing innocent after getting such a sweet deal. The girls and I have all seen her picture—she’s ranked in the top three of the Nine Heavens Beauty List..."

A faint hint of jealousy lingered in the air.

"Alright, enough with the sour grapes. Even if the Queen Mother of the West herself showed up… she’d still have to call you ‘Sister Mengyao’!"

Ye Mengyao beamed. Jiang Che was perfect in every way—except for his wandering eye.

"Then… will you have a wedding with her?" The moment she asked, Ye Mengyao panicked and covered her mouth. She shouldn’t have brought that up!

Wasn’t it obvious?

That woman was the young mistress of the Lunar Ice Palace, a figure of immense status. A marriage alliance with the Jiang Family would undoubtedly involve a grand, extravagant wedding!

"Wedding? What wedding? You girls haven’t even had one yet—why should she, an outsider, get special treatment?"

Sure, Jiang Che was a bit of a playboy, and he might show favoritism occasionally, but when it came to principles, he never wavered.

A wedding?

Either everyone gets one, or no one does!

If he held a wedding just because of some arranged marriage, his entire harem would revolt!

The title of "Harem Leader" was already barely holding things together. Add a wedding into the mix? Absolute disaster.

Jiang Che, with his system, could accomplish many impossible feats—even manipulate time and alter causality. But controlling hearts? That was beyond him.

The thought of a harem war with so many women… just imagining it gave him a headache.

"Huh? No wedding?" Ye Mengyao blinked, stunned.

But Jiang Che’s words had undeniably sweetened her mood, like she’d just eaten honey.

Just then, the door creaked open, and a few little heads peeked through the crack.

At the bottom was Huangdoufen (Soybean Flour), followed by Yu Wan'er, Qin Qiaoqiao, Bai Qiangwei, and the Xiao sisters—Xiao Sisi, Xiao Wanwan, and Xiao An'an.

With a loud thud, the door gave way under the weight, sending the girls tumbling in.

"Meow!!!" Huangdoufen, having her tail stepped on, let out a pitiful cry.

Clearly, they’d been eavesdropping outside for a while.

They’d sent Ye Mengyao to gather intel, but honestly… the thought of Jiang Che holding a grand wedding with a fairy from the Nine Heavens, bowing to heaven and earth together—even Qin Qiaoqiao felt her heart sour with jealousy!

"Jiang Che, you said it yourself! No wedding! Or my sisters and I will be furious!" Yu Wan'er planted her hands on her hips, scooping up Huangdoufen.

"If you dare go back on your word, I’ll set Huangdoufen on you!" She tugged the cat’s tail for emphasis.

"Meow~~~" Huangdoufen wriggled out of Yu Wan'er’s arms, transforming into her human form before leaping into Jiang Che’s embrace, nuzzling him affectionately.

Yu Wan'er: "..."

"Alright, there won’t be a wedding." Jiang Che reached up to stroke Huangdoufen’s cat ears, which twitched adorably. Who could resist such an obedient, cute catgirl?

"Brother Jiang Che, my sisters and I don’t need a wedding. We’re happy just being by your side." Xiao Sisi stood obediently beside him, gently massaging his shoulders.

Xiao Wanwan and Xiao An'an followed suit, pampering him as well.

Yu Wan'er stood awkwardly alone. They’d all agreed to confront Jiang Che about the wedding, but now… she was the only one left holding the banner?

"Uh… hehe, Jiang Che, if I apologize now… is it too late?" Yu Wan'er forced an awkward smile.

"What do you think?" Jiang Che rested his chin on his hand. This girl was always the one stirring up trouble.

"A wedding is still too early for us. After all, we have all the time in the world..." Jiang Che stroked Huangdoufen’s fluffy head, his gaze drifting to the window, deep in thought.

Huangdoufen, utterly clueless, licked his fingers.

She was the unluckiest of them all—swept up in Jiang Che’s charm without even realizing it, still acting like a silly, lovable fool who probably didn’t even understand what a wedding was.