Douluo Dalu: I am Qian Renxue’s daughter

The marriage ceremony between the Dugu and Helian families, held in the Royal Sky Gardens, must have been an unprecedented and unparalleled spectacle.

Seeing carriages swarming towards the palace gates from all directions, Feng Xiao, sitting inside one of the carriages, was utterly shocked, speechless, and clicking her tongue in amazement.

"Tsk tsk tsk, the royal family really spares no expense!" Feng Xiao exclaimed.

"That's right. After all, the last engagement banquet was completely ruined, and it was caused by the royal family and the Tang Clan working together. How can we not go all out to pay off such a huge debt?" Tang Mo lightly lifted the carriage curtain, glancing sideways at the carriage outside.

When I saw a magnificent, golden carriage, it seemed intentional, or perhaps I just liked it, but the shape of the carriage was somewhat similar to a chrysanthemum bud, with only a few petals slightly unfurled.

Seeing this, Tang Mo's lips twitched violently. Such a conspicuous symbol, they really went all out, aren't they afraid that others would associate it with them?

"Isn't it said that those who repay debts are the bosses? How come here they're the ones who have to fawn over them?" Feng Xiao was very puzzled. The royal family is the noblest of nobles, so why are they so quick to repay their debts?

"That's a good question. But only they can answer it for you." Tang Mo slightly raised his chin, gesturing for Feng Xiao to look over so she would understand what was going on.

Upon hearing this, Feng Mo, the version of "Qian Motang," immediately lifted the curtain of the car and looked around, her eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, wanting to know the answer to that question.

Seeing this, Feng Xiao rolled her eyes at Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang" with annoyance, as she had no image of a reserved bridesmaid at all.

However, Feng Xiao's gaze also turned outside, looking around.

"Tang Mo, where is he?" Feng Xiao frowned, unable to find him for the time being and unable to give him a reasonable answer.

“Look, isn’t that it?” Tang Mo’s gaze immediately sharpened as he stared intently at the carriages behind the three rows of wedding cars. Weren’t they the guests who had received invitations?

Among the guest carriages, there were carriages belonging to certain powerful factions that had brazenly infiltrated the group. With a little attention, one could easily discover them.

That's why Tang Mo was able to spot the unique chrysanthemum-shaped carriage at first glance; it was so obvious.

It was clearly telling everyone that the people inside were remnants of the Spirit Hall.

They appeared so blatantly and openly, not afraid of being surrounded and attacked by the crowd.

"Tsk... They're really clever. I don't know how they did it." Tang Mo sighed helplessly, feeling that he had to admire their skill to get their carriage into the palace.

Following Tang Mo's gaze, Feng Xiao also spotted the glittering golden carriage, which almost stole the spotlight from the wedding procession.

"Hi~"

Feng Xiao gasped, unsure whether to sigh or worry.

"Aren't you worried?" Feng Xiao glanced at Tang Mo.

Tang Mo shook his head slightly and said calmly, "It's alright. With their skills and martial spirit cultivation, no one can harm them in the slightest."

"Besides, who says that only Elder Ju of the Spirit Hall can ride in a carriage with such a glittering golden chrysanthemum pattern? Does that mean other people can't like chrysanthemums?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiao pondered for a moment and nodded slightly. "Indeed, it's just a chrysanthemum. Who says this flower is someone's exclusive possession? Can't other people like it too?"

"So, anyone can like the chrysanthemum carriage design and ride in it. The carriage over there is also great!" Feng Mo's version of "Qian Motang" had bright eyes. After glancing at that carriage, she quickly shifted her gaze to the carriage team further back.

The carriage they were riding in belonged to the Dugu family, so it naturally followed in the wedding procession.

The carriages of other guests and dignitaries followed closely behind.

With so many carriages of all shapes and sizes, the chrysanthemum-shaped carriage didn't stand out much among them.

Among them, the most surprising of all were the carriages following the royal carriages. Their appearance was very unique and their features were very much in line with the characteristics of the royal carriages. However, people could still tell the difference between those carriages at a glance.

"Tch, what a spoilsport." Feng Xiao glanced at it, her eyes full of disgust. Just looking at it for a second was an eyesore, let alone a fleeting glance.

"That's right!" Feng Mo, the version of "Qian Motang," clenched her fists. If it weren't for those people's relentless pursuit, how could she be so hungry and sleepless every day, with dark circles under her eyes that were so heavy they looked bluish and black!

"Oh ho, it seems they're still not at ease, time and time again." Tang Mo calmly adjusted his best man suit, his eyes quite indifferent.

"Hehehe... You know that's good. We've worked so hard for you!" Feng Xiao stared at Tang Mo with a look full of resentment.

Feng Mo, in her "Qian Motang" version, stared intently at Tang Mo with the same expression, determined to double her efforts no matter what!

Tang Mo chuckled, looking at the two lovable little devils with a helpless yet doting expression. They were just too cute.

"Alright, we'll deal with whatever comes our way. It's no big deal. They won't notice anything at all, I'm telling you," Tang Mo said confidently.

Tang Mo glanced at the royal carriage team for several minutes, a cold smile playing on his lips.

He sneered inwardly: It's been a long time. I hope you've grown even faster than I imagined, or it will really be too late.

Afterwards, Tang Mo came to his senses, looked up at the clear blue sky without a cloud in sight, the sky shining with the most dazzling colors.

He muttered something to himself.

I hope everything goes well, Mom.

Three rows of horse-drawn carriages drove side by side, surrounding the bride and groom in the wedding car.

On the left is the royal carriage procession; on the right is the VIP carriage procession, inviting important guests from all walks of life; in the middle are naturally the relatives and friends of the newlywed couple, Dugu Jiao and Helian Jue, as well as their most important family members and important clansmen from both sides.

Numerous carriages gathered together and headed in a grand procession to the Royal Sky Gardens. The road leading to the palace gates had been opened early on.

An hour later, the wedding convoy arrived at the Royal Sky Garden, which had been decorated and adorned. The atmosphere, as well as the visual, tactile, and olfactory senses, were filled with the word "romance".

Tang Mo and the other two quickly opened the carriage door, got out, tidied themselves up a bit, and then ran as fast as they could towards the direction where the bride and groom were.

The three were very self-aware and obediently stood in their designated places, showing polite smiles, and followed the newlyweds to greet each distinguished guest who brought an invitation.