Transmigrated into a goddess from another world, and criticized the King of Yan for loving her like

Su Qingci stared at the wizard on the altar in a daze. It was obviously not the case, so how could it be a good omen?

She wanted to kill Yan Xuanye, could the wizard not figure out her hatred? It should be a great evil.

She had never seen this wizard before. He was not the Lord Wu Yan that Yan Xuanye often called.

Can something like this be faked?

Or is it really as Yan Xuanye said, that he will definitely get what he wants? As long as it is what he wants, no matter what means he uses, he will succeed.

Even if his uncle and Lord Wu Yan did not approve, he could still make the wedding go smoothly.

Yan Xuanye didn’t know what she was thinking, but at this point, she couldn’t escape even if she wanted to, so Yan Xuanye was not worried at all.

He strode towards Su Qingci and took her hand.

Su Qingci's hands were as cold as snow, without a trace of warmth. She subconsciously tried to break free, looking into the distance with cold eyes, ignoring Yan Xuanye in front of her.

Yan Xuanye didn't care about her resistance. Instead, he increased the strength of his hands and held her hand tightly.

That tough attitude seemed to be declaring his ownership of her. "Now that it has come to this, just give up and forget about Lu Huan. Just follow me from now on, and I will treat you well."

Su Qingci felt disgusted, but did not dare to act rashly.

She knew that if she was not careful at this moment, not only would her escape be hopeless, but it might also put Lu Huan in danger. After all, Yan Xuanye threatened her with the fact that he would send 100,000 troops to support Prince Ning.

Su Qingci suppressed his inner grief and anger, and as Yan Xuanye pulled him, the two of them moved closer to the top of the altar step by step.

At this time, brilliant fireworks bloomed in the sky, illuminating the entire royal court like daylight. Such grand fireworks were rarely seen even in Shangjing.

This must be Yan Xuanye's way of trying to please her, but Su Qingci couldn't be happy.

For her, this marriage was nothing more than a nightmare from which she could not escape.

But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, she will never give up resisting and must escape this terrible fate.

Su Qingci was held tightly by Yan Xuanye's wrist, and walked up to the altar step by step...

Each of her steps seemed as heavy as if filled with lead, and there seemed to be a myriad of spider webs pulling at her under her feet, making her want to escape but unable to move.

The moment she stepped onto the altar, Su Qingci felt as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss, and the feeling of despair overwhelmed her like a tide.

She could never go back, those beautiful memories she had with Lu Huan, the moment she stepped onto the altar, could never go back.

Or maybe she could no longer go back. From the moment Yan Xuanye targeted her, her soul had already fallen into the eighteen levels of hell. Now, she was just a shell.

Yan Xuanye said that they would complete the wedding ceremony under the blessing of the wizard.

On the altar, colorful streamers fluttered, and the air was filled with the woody smell of incense, oil paint, and burning pine and twigs.

Su Qingci's eyes were empty and lifeless as she stared at the ground. Yan Xuanye knew her resistance, so he increased the strength in his hands and pulled Su Qingci forward.

His hand was like a pair of cold and merciless iron clamps, holding her tightly and not allowing her to break free.

The gorgeous wedding dress on Su Qingci rustled in the wind. The dress, which should have symbolized happiness and beauty, now felt like a heavy shackle, pressing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.

They stood in front of the wizard, whose face was painted with colorful oil paints, looking mysterious and strange like an ancient totem.

The shaman was muttering something, the sound seemed to come from the distant sky, and seemed to come from the depths of hell. Su Qingci could not understand those obscure spells, she only felt that every syllable was like a sharp knife, stabbing her heart fiercely.

The wizard waved his staff and drew incomprehensible spells in front of her and Yan Xuanye.

After the wizard finished doing all this, he painted some patterns on her and Yan Xuanye's faces with oil paint.

Then the shaman said something she couldn't understand, and Yan Xuanye stretched out his right hand and pressed the back of her head, forcing her to bend over and lower her head.

Su Qingci struggled for a while, but it was like an ant trying to shake a tree, and it was of no use at all.

Yan Xuanye forced her to kneel down and kowtow to the Tenger god they believed in. Su Qingci kowtowed on the cold and hard cushion, and she seemed to hear the dull sound of her knees hitting the cushion.

This behavior may be similar to the worship of heaven and earth in the Central Plains.

Before she married Lu Huan, he had asked her if she was willing to marry him, but when it came to Yan Xuanye, it was a compulsion that she could not shake.

She felt her dignity was being ruthlessly trampled upon. Tears welled up in her eyes but she stubbornly refused to let them fall.

Yan Xuanye could feel her body trembling, but there was nothing he could do. He wanted her. He could feel it from the first time he saw her. He wanted her, and he was going to get her no matter what.

Even if she was reluctant, didn't love him, and even fell in love with someone else, married someone else and got pregnant, he still wanted her.

Not only in this life, but also in the next life, and in all the lives to come. He didn't know when this obsessive thought started, as if it had been destined. Maybe the obsession had been born since the first time he saw her.

After they finished worshipping, Yan Xuanye pulled her up again. His cold voice rang in her ears, "After you worship the gods, you will never be able to escape again."

Su Qingci looked at the statue of the god high above, her eyes revealed despair and determination, and her heart was filled with rage.

What kind of god is this? What kind of god is this? Is this god bullying the weak and afraid of the strong? Then this so-called god is nothing but a cruel executioner.

But no matter how she resisted in her heart, reality was like a mountain, pressing down on her mercilessly, making it impossible for her to escape this terrible fate.

Under the gaze of everyone and under the coercion of Yan Xuanye, Su Qingci's resistance was insignificant, and the wedding was still held in front of everyone's witness.

The people of Fengyuan Kingdom under the altar were dancing and circling in front of the bonfire, singing a northern blessing song that she could not understand, but judging from Yan Xuanye's joyful expression, it was a song of blessing.

Yan Muzhen's eldest daughter who was married also came back with her husband and youngest daughter. Yan Nanzhu's eyes sparkled. She was happy that her brother was getting married today, and she was also happy that her eldest sister finally came back from another tribe.

The shaman called "Lord Wu Yan" by Yan Xuanye was also under the altar. There were many other shamans and witches in Fengyuan Kingdom, but the one called "Lord Wu Yan" looked like a leader and people respected him very much.

Yan Xuanye said that their wedding was held smoothly because of the blessing of Lord Wu Yan.

After the wedding, everyone returned to the royal court of Fengyuan State, where Yan Xuanye held a banquet to entertain the guests.

The aroma of roasted whole lamb and the pinewood aroma of charcoal fire filled the entire palace. Yan Xuanye took Su Qingci to his seat and saw that the wine glass was filled with mare's milk wine. He also ordered someone to bring milk tea.

"You are pregnant, so you should not drink alcohol. Try our Fengyuan country's milk tea, which is no worse than your Central Plains tea."

Su Qingci responded indifferently, and then dozens of sturdy men from the northern tribes slowly came forward. Like Yan Xuanye, they had slightly curly hair, and some even had braids.

These men looked at Su Qingci one by one without any worries. Su Qingci knew that the people in the north were open-minded and it was not uncommon for several men to share one woman, but she had never thought that she would be looked at and selected by others like ordinary vegetables in the market.

Looking at her like this, did he think he was choosing a concubine? If Yan Xuanye wanted to push her out and let her serve other men, she swore that she would insert the hairpin into their aorta and let them bleed to death.

Yan Xuanye put his arm around her waist and whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid, these are all my brothers."

"You don't come out on a daily basis, and they haven't seen you. They have no ill intentions."

A slightly older man, speaking a northern dialect that she couldn't understand, smiled and said to Yan Xuanye, "Your Highness, you are so lucky."

Yan Xuanye: "This is Duan Tai, he is sister Mingzhu's husband, he is from the Huluju tribe, it is quite far from us, we rarely see each other a year."

"This is Gebru, and this is March... They are about my age and grew up together."

This was the first time Su Qingci had met strangers since she came to the royal court of Fengyuan State. Yan Xuanye introduced them to her one by one.

Su Qingci learned two northern dialect greetings from Yan Xuanye on the spot, and said hello to Duan Tai in a clumsy way.