"Has Young Master Gu arrived yet?"
Mu Qingyi's cool voice carried a faint inquiry.
Xiao Mei lifted the door curtain, her lips twitching slightly as she replied, "Y-yes, he's here, but..."
"But what?" Mu Qingyi's expression turned puzzled.
"N-nothing... I’m sure he’ll be fine by the wedding ceremony."
Xiao Mei spoke with difficulty, her heart sinking as the image of the elegant, white-robed gentleman she had imagined completely shattered.
"The auspicious hour has arrived—raise the bridal sedan!"
A loud announcement rang out ahead.
The sound of suona horns filled the air, firecrackers ignited, and the lively atmosphere returned.
In the crowd, Wei Xiang stumbled out, his face pale, his hair disheveled, and his steps unsteady.
Rising on his tiptoes, he gaped at the grand wedding procession and muttered under his breath, "Brother Yi... the procession is here, you— Huh? Where is Brother Yi?"
Wei Xiang looked around in confusion, but An Yi was nowhere to be seen.
"They say the master of Qingluan Pavilion is breathtakingly beautiful, with an enchanting grace that even the foolish second son of the Demonic Sect has been coveting for years."
"Pfft, forget him—what man wouldn’t be tempted? The entire immortal sects know Mu Qingyi’s beauty is peerless. But then again, our Young Sect Leader is just as dashing—truly a match made in heaven."
"Does anyone else feel like our Young Sect Leader looks a bit... off today?"
"Shh! Shut your mouth—do you have a death wish?!"
"Wait... Mu Qingyi?!"
Hearing this, Wei Xiang froze, then urgently grabbed a bystander. "Brother, how is the bride Mu Qingyi?! Wasn’t it supposed to be Shen Muxuan?!"
The middle-aged man gave him a strange look, sniffed the air, and smirked. "You just came from the brothel, didn’t you? That’s Peach Blossom perfume—am I right?"
"Wow, uncle, you’re amazing!" Wei Xiang gasped in admiration.
But he quickly shook his head. "That’s not the point! Who is the bride?!"
Another man, sharp-faced and sly-eyed, raised an eyebrow. "It’s Mu Qingyi, obviously! Are you even from Rong City?"
"It’s really Mu Qingyi?!"
Cold sweat broke out on Wei Xiang’s forehead as he paled. "N-no way! The bride was supposed to be Shen Muxuan! When did it change to Mu Qingyi?!"
"Where’d you hear that? It’s been a month! Shen Muxuan fell ill, but the marriage alliance couldn’t be broken, so the Heavenly Profound Sect’s leader decided Mu Qingyi would take her place!"
At this explanation, Wei Xiang’s face turned green, his body drenched in cold sweat.
"Brother Yi...!"
"This wedding can’t be crashed!"
The joyous sound of suona horns swelled.
A drumming attendant near the carriage happily beat his drum—until a dark hand suddenly yanked him away.
"Ah—!"
A short scream was quickly drowned out by the firecrackers.
Moments later, an unconscious man, stripped down to his undergarments, lay in a narrow alley.
Soon after, a man who looked exactly like the drummer reappeared beside the carriage, leisurely tapping the drum.
This new drummer was none other than An Yi in disguise.
"A miscalculation!"
An Yi’s expression darkened.
He had expected to reach Rong City yesterday, but they had only just arrived now.
Worse, Gu Changfeng had been waiting at the city gates to greet the bridal party.
Now, there was no opening left!
Gritting his teeth, An Yi continued drumming, watching the wedding carriage closely for an opportunity.
Mu Qingyi’s expression grew colder. She lifted her veil slightly, gazing through the carriage window at the bustling, celebratory crowd.
Though she was the bride of the day, her heart was silent—buried under a winter’s worth of ice.
She gazed absentmindedly out the window, lost in thought.
After Young Master Gu welcomed the bride, the wedding carriage became the exclusive domain of the newlywed. Naturally, Xiao Mei could no longer stay inside, so she dismounted and moved to the rear, scattering handfuls of pre-prepared silver coins—auspicious money—along the way.
Not just the children, but even the adults scrambled madly for them!
This was silver, damn it!
The brightly dressed coachman, perched spiritedly atop a second-tier demon beast—a horned horse—wore an expression of smug pride.
Then, a large hand shot out, seized him by the collar, and flung him aside.
By the time he hit the ground, he was left in nothing but his undergarments, unconscious.
A new coachman took his place.
The horned horse sensed something amiss!
As a second-tier demon beast, it possessed a sliver of intelligence and faintly recognized that this wasn’t its master.
Just as it reared its head to let out a haughty neigh, the cold edge of a combat dagger pressed against its neck.
Instantly, the horse fell silent, forcing itself back into step, terrified the blade might slit its artery.
I’m An Yi. I’m here.
Mounted on the horned horse, An Yi cast a glance toward the wedding carriage and murmured.
Hearing his voice, Mu Qingyi shuddered!
An Yi?!
What was he doing here on her wedding day?!
"You—"
Before she could speak, he cut her off.
"Don’t say a word. I’ll get you out of here!"
An Yi spoke urgently, his eyes scanning the surroundings with cold intensity, searching for an opening to escape.
Mu Qingyi’s heart was in turmoil.
Was he… trying to steal the bride?!
But why would he do this?!
Unless…
Her heart pounded like a startled deer, her face flushing scarlet, burning so hot her delicate fingers clenched the hem of her dress.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined this roguish, infuriating boy would go to such lengths for her.
Yet, there was no deep affection between them—was there?
And honestly, she didn’t even like him… well, maybe just a little.
But the most critical issue—he was her disciple’s man!
While it wasn’t technically against sect rules for master and disciple to share a husband, it would still invite gossip and scorn.
What should she do?
For the first time, Mu Qingyi felt utterly conflicted, her mind in chaos.
The calm she’d once clung to had completely shattered.
Meanwhile, in the crowd, Wei Xiang was frantic, darting around like an ant on a hot pan, searching for An Yi.
One blink, and damn it—the guy had vanished!
With Rong City packed shoulder-to-shoulder, where the hell was he supposed to look?
"Yi-ge!"
Wei Xiang shouted, but his voice was instantly drowned out by the blaring suona horns.
The wedding procession marched out of Rong City, heading toward the Tianxuan Sect.
Thunk!
At that moment, a broadsword slammed into the ground.
A burly young man with wild black curls and wispy bangs planted one foot on the blade’s spine.
The force of his aura alone sent the horned horses skittering back a few steps.
"Everyone, halt!"
Ning Er’s voice was ice-cold, his domineering presence radiating the unmistakable power of a mid-stage Void Realm cultivator.
The wedding party froze in shock. Who could’ve predicted the Second Young Master of the Heavenly Demon Sect would show up to steal the bride?!
"Ning Er, you fool?!"
Young Master Gu, seated high on his horse, looked down with disdain.
Ning Er’s brows knitted together. "Who the hell is this pig-faced idiot? Get Young Master Gu out here!"
Young Master Gu suppressed his rage. "I am Gu Changfeng. What the hell do you want?!"
Ning Er—
He yanked his broadsword free, slung it over his shoulder, and smirked.
"Nothing much. Just passing by… thought I’d crash a wedding."
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Heart] Chen Yi traversed the cultivation world for eight hundred years, charging his way to the Tribulation Transcendence stage. Just as he was outwitting his 81st Heavenly Tribulation to ascend to immortality, he was suddenly pulled into a chat group called the "Multiverse Transmigrators Support Group." To his surprise, the group was filled with nothing but fresh-faced newbies who had just transmigrated. [Help! I transmigrated into a disgraced concubine in the cold palace, and the tyrant emperor is about to execute me!] [I ended up as a cannon-fodder villain, and the protagonist is still chasing me—WTF!] [I woke up as the protagonist’s father, but I’m about to be sacrificed in a ritual! What do I do? Urgent!!!] Chen Yi stared at the chaotic flood of desperate pleas in the group and fell into deep thought. "Seriously? You drag me into a newbie transmigrator chat group… only after I’m one step away from becoming an immortal?"
