The useless second daughter of the Hua family

The next morning, when everyone saw Xiaoyu standing in front of the table serving Hua Miaomiao her meal, Pi Fu smiled ironically. Sure enough, this was the choice a normal person would make.

Perhaps at that time, Xiaoyu would be moved and his emotions would overwhelm his reason. But if he calmed down and thought about it, wasn't it his people who caused Xiaoyu to suffer this unprovoked disaster?

Moreover, how can marrying a puppet master who has no real power and a short life be as free as marrying a businessman with a wealthy family and great financial prospects?

The most important point is that Xiaoyu has been with Hua Miaomiao since childhood, so how can the two be separated?

Xiaoyu looked as if nothing had happened and served food to Hua Miaomiao as usual.

When she heard the conversation of her elders at night, she had an impulse to go back and see how Wu Sang was doing. However, at the moment before leaving, she thought of the terrible high priest and the bloody human sacrifice, and she hesitated. What would happen if she went back? Should she accompany Wu Sang to the end of his short life? Or should she accompany him and watch the blood sacrifices again and again in despair? Such a life would be too desperate and suffocating.

Although she felt a little sorry for Wu Sang, she decided to treat everything as a nightmare. Even if she didn't find a way to cure the poison after a month, she could do more things to make herself happy during this time.

Several people started their journey home, each with their own thoughts.

When the high priest learned that not only Xiaoyu escaped but Wu Sang was also injured, he was very angry and immediately arranged for people to surround them.

Wu Sang pulled out the scimitar and handed it respectfully to the high priest with both hands.

"Uncle, either let her go or kill me."

"A-Sang, you are my uncle's only relative. Are you threatening me with yourself?"

Seeing his uncle's sad look, Wu Sang felt very guilty. He knelt in front of his uncle and was silent for a long time. Finally, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and said to the high priest: "I understand your painstaking efforts. I promise you that I will marry a bride as soon as possible."

The high priest was stunned for a moment, then a look of joy appeared on his face. "You are finally willing? Okay, okay, the purple-clothed and red-clothed women are the best women in the tribe. I picked them especially for you. They have been ready for a long time. Let's do this today."

Wu Sang smiled bitterly and kowtowed respectfully to the high priest: "Everything is up to my uncle."

This time the wedding was held quickly and grandly, after all, the high priest had prepared for it for a long time.

Dressed in purple and red, one is gentle and the other is cute. They are the best girls selected from the nine caves and eighteen villages. They are the brides specially selected by the high priest for the Holy Son. They have grown up with the Holy Son since childhood. But the Holy Son had never been open-minded and refused to get married. Now the two can finally get what they want, and their faces are full of happiness.

Wu Sang was like a soulless puppet, obeying the master of ceremonies' arrangements and performing the ceremony with the two brides step by step.

As the ceremony ended with the sound of the salutes, people began to sing and dance. Except for Wu Sang, everyone had a smile on their face.

Hua Miaomiao and her group had been circling in circles since the carriage entered the woods. When they passed the same crooked tree for the third time, Pi Fu asked Xiuzhu to stop.

"Something's not right. We were clearly heading in one direction. It's impossible for us to go back to the starting point," she explained to everyone.

Ge Qinglan also felt it was weird, but he still held out a glimmer of hope.

"Is it possible that we have lost our way? Turned a corner without realizing it?"

"I would rather doubt your gender, Ge Qinglan, than doubt my sense of direction."

"..."

Xiaoyu looked around nervously, a bad premonition coming to her mind, "Could it be that they are chasing us and using some kind of magic?"

"Who?" Hua Miaomiao was puzzled.

Everyone looked at each other, thinking about how to get away with it.

Suddenly, they heard a burst of music and cheers. The sound came from far away and seemed to be attracting them.

"It's not good, be careful of trap." Ge Qinglan reminded.

"That's even better. I can go see what's playing tricks on me."

"Can……"

"It's okay." Hua Miaomiao comforted him, "Since we're here, we might as well make the best of it. We can't get out anyway, so let's just go over and find out."

The carriage followed the sound, and then they saw a grand wedding, cheering crowds, and newlyweds dressed in their best.

Xiaoyu then understood that it was not that they did not have the ceremony, but that they just thought they were not worthy of it.

The villagers quieted down and looked at the uninvited people. After the chaos of the sacrificial ceremony yesterday, they were more cautious of outsiders, especially when they saw Xiaoyu hiding in the back.

Wu Sang pushed through the crowd and walked in front of a few people, his eyes fixed on Xiaoyu.

"Why are you back?"

Xiaoyu subconsciously hid behind Zhao Xiaowu, unwilling to talk to him.

Zhao Xiaowu completely blocked her behind him and said rudely, "Don't you know why we are here? This mountain road can't lead to anywhere except here."

Wu Sang looked at Xiaoyu who was hiding and didn't want to see him, feeling a little disappointed, but he didn't show it on his face. He turned back to look at the high priest, "Didn't you promise to let them go?"

The high priest spread his hands and said, "I have agreed, but whether the gods will agree or not is not something I can guarantee."

"uncle!"

"Well, everyone is a guest. Since you are here, please stay and attend the wedding banquet tonight."

He signaled with his eyes, and several sturdy young men surrounded Hua Miaomiao and others.

"It seems like he doesn't want us to leave." Pi Fu approached Hua Miaomiao and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to fight?"

Hua Miaomiao shook her head. She had never approved of Pi Fu and Ge Qinglan fighting with others. Firstly, she was afraid that they would lose their sense of propriety when fighting, and secondly, she was worried about whether it would have any impact on themselves.

"It's hard to refuse such a kind invitation, so let's just follow the host's wishes."

"That's great. Let's take these distinguished guests to the guest rooms to rest first, and then send someone to invite them to their seats later." The high priest waved his hand and had someone take them down.

"I'll go." Wu Sang volunteered to lead the way. "Since you are the distinguished guest at my wedding, I should lead the way myself."

After saying this, he led a few people to the guest rooms without waiting for the high priest's response.

While walking, he always glanced at Xiaoyu out of the corner of his eye, but Xiaoyu seemed to do it on purpose. She held Zhao Xiaowu tightly, buried her head in his arms, and completely ignored him.

After Wu Sang brought everyone into the house, he closed the door immediately.

"Just stay in this room and don't run around. Don't follow anyone who comes to pick you up except me. Remember not to eat anything they bring, and don't drink the water."

"..."

"I'm serious! If you still want to leave safely, you'd better listen to me."

"Okay, thank you very much." Hua Miaomiao thanked him and promised to follow his instructions.

Wu Sang finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Xiaoyu who still didn't want to look at him, and left with a disappointed look on his face.