I used the space to empty the pirates' private vault.

The carriage carrying Prince Li's bride finally arrived at its destination.

As soon as the carriage stopped, Feng Wuhen flashed and rushed forward as fast as the wind.

He stood firmly on the left side of the carriage, like an indestructible fortress.

Then he raised his right arm slightly and stretched it gracefully in front of Jiang Yimo.

Jiang Yimo lowered her eyes and saw Feng Wuhen's hand. She lightly stretched out her snow-delicate left hand and gently placed it on the back of Feng Wuhen's broad and warm hand.

At this moment, there seemed to be an invisible tacit understanding and emotion flowing between the two of them.

Then, she moved cautiously and slowly got off the carriage, every step she took seemed so cautious, fearing the slightest mistake.

Originally, Feng Wuhen only wanted to worship heaven and earth in the Evil King's Mansion and enter the bridal chamber. That way, people would be more comfortable and it would be more lively.

But his father and grandmother insisted that he hold the wedding in the palace, saying that his and Momo's blessings would dispel the bad luck in the palace and also add some joy to the palace.

Feng Wuhen held Jiang Yimo's slender fingers tightly and led her into the palace.

As soon as the two of them stepped through the majestic and solemn palace gate, Shen Jialing led the two maids beside her, as well as Qingzhu and Qingnuan who had been serving Jiang Yimo, and walked forward quickly.

I saw that the five of them were holding a huge bamboo basket in their hands, which was filled with beautiful and fragrant rose petals.

Afterwards, the five women accompanied the newlyweds, keeping a distance from them that was neither too far nor too close.

Every time the bride and groom took a step forward, Shen Jialing and others would tacitly grab a handful of flower petals from the bamboo basket, and then gently sprinkle those beautiful rose petals, like poems and picturesque pictures, on the heads of the bride and groom.

For a moment, colorful petals fluttered down like a dreamy and beautiful flower rain, making the whole scene particularly romantic and charming.

The petals danced lightly like snowflakes, as if sending the most sincere and beautiful blessings to the newlyweds.

They jumped playfully like elves, as if sharing the joy overflowing from the hearts of the newlyweds.

They were walking on a bright red carpet, as if this red ocean had become a witness to their love journey.

Accompanied by the melodious and pleasant sounds of musical instruments, Feng Wuhen and Jiang Yimo walked side by side with firm and unhurried steps.

The sunlight shines on them, casting a brilliant light, making this moment particularly beautiful and sacred.

Feng Wuhen held her soft little hand tightly and walked towards the auditorium step by step firmly and steadily.

Their steps seemed to be isolated from the world around them and belong only to each other.

The sunlight shines on them, drawing a beautiful picture.

When they finally arrived at the auditorium, they found that the Emperor and Empress Xian were already sitting there, like two shining stars, exuding majesty and nobility.

The entire auditorium was filled with a solemn atmosphere, which made people feel awe.

Both sides of the auditorium were filled with royal relatives, officials watching the ceremony, and their families.

Feng Wuhen and Jiang Yimo stood side by side. Madam Gu brought big red flowers to them and asked them to hold the red silk on both sides of the big red flowers respectively before slowly walking towards the Emperor and Concubine Xian.

Their figures looked particularly tall and straight in the sunlight, like a perfect couple.

Every movement was full of grace and ease, as if it had been carefully rehearsed.

As the distance got closer, Feng Wuhen could feel the slight trembling coming from Jiang Yimo's palm. Jiang Yimo knew that this man, who was always calm and steady, was nervous at this moment.

But he did not stop, but gave her encouragement and support with his warm eyes.

Finally, they stood in front of the Emperor and Concubine Xian, and bowed and performed the ceremony according to the instructions of the ceremonial officer.

"Worship heaven and earth!"

As this loud and solemn shout rang out, a solemn and dignified atmosphere filled the entire auditorium.

Feng Wuhen and Jiang Yimo slowly turned around. Feng Wuhen's eyes were like two bright rays of light, heading straight for the clear blue sky outside the auditorium entrance.

Although Jiang Yimo's vision was blocked by the cover, she was also facing the entrance of the auditorium.

The two men stood side by side, clasped their hands together, then slowly knelt down, and bowed their heads reverently towards the clear sky.

Then, the master of ceremonies' voice came again: "Bow to your parents!"

Feng Wuhen and Jiang Yimo moved at the sound and turned around again in unison.

This time, they faced the old emperor and Empress Xian who were sitting on high thrones, both of them with eyes full of respect and gratitude.

The old emperor smiled, his deep eyes sparkling with relief and pride.

Empress Xian nodded slightly, with an unconcealable smile on her lips, and her eyes were as gentle as water when they fell on Jiang Yimo.

Empress Xian was really happy today because her beloved son married his beloved girl as his princess. Moreover, his princess was not only beautiful and kind, but also had excellent medical skills.

If she hadn't restrained herself a little because she took into account that the old emperor's other sons were not married, she would probably have been happier.

Everybody take a good look at it.

Although her son was the youngest among his brothers, he was the first to find a wife, and a very capable woman.

How could she not be happy as a mother?

Finally, it was the most crucial moment—the couple bowing to each other.

Feng Wuhen and Jiang Yimo stood opposite each other. Under the expectant gazes of everyone, they bent down at the same time and bowed deeply to express their respect and love for each other.

At this moment, the entire auditorium fell into silence, with only the breeze blowing gently, blowing the bright red ribbons to dance in the air.

And in this peaceful and harmonious atmosphere, a beautiful and happy marriage begins...

"It's done!"

With this shout, the whole scene instantly became lively.

People cheered and applauded, as if they wanted to freeze this moment forever.

At this moment, Feng Wuhen looked at Jiang Yimo beside him affectionately, with endless tenderness and love flashing in his eyes.

Then, "Enter the bridal chamber!"

The three words uttered by the ceremonial officer were like a bolt of thunder that split the sky.

Feng Wuhen took a deep breath, carefully took Jiang Yimo's hand, which was as delicate as white jade, and slowly walked forward.

Their steps were light and firm, and every step seemed to be stepping on a note of happiness.

Finally, the two arrived at the wedding room that the old emperor had specially instructed Concubine Xian to carefully decorate.

The palace is magnificent and gorgeous, and is filled with a festive and peaceful atmosphere.

Feng Wuhen gently pushed open the door, and a faint floral fragrance wafted in the air, making people feel relaxed and happy.

The room was filled with flickering candlelight and hanging red curtains. Everything was so warm and romantic.