The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

The two exchanged glances, suddenly realizing the absurdity of their actions. Looking around, everyone else was in pairs, yet they were the only two who, after tens of thousands of years, remained single. And now, they were mocking others about to enter into marriage.

Ziyou's eyes rolled, and she suddenly suggested, "Why don't we just get married together and have a grand group wedding?" Her words were like a flash of lightning that streaked through the night sky, shocking everyone present.

When Milan and Shao Wan heard this, their eyes lit up and they responded in unison: "Great! This will definitely be very lively." Obviously, this idea was very popular with them.

However, Donghua, Mo Yuan, and Ying Zheng all shook their heads in unison, expressing their firm opposition. They pondered, as men, who wouldn't want to be the one and only groom at their wedding? How could they be willing to share this glorious moment with anyone else?

Despite everyone's differing opinions, they ultimately failed to reach a consensus. After all, convincing these three rock-hard men to side with the same cause was a tall order. In desperation, after careful consideration, they each chose three auspicious dates for their own unique weddings. This approach satisfied everyone's pursuit of a personalized wedding while also avoiding unnecessary disputes and conflicts. On the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, Donghua and Milan were married. They chose the Bi Hai Cang Ling location for their wedding. They had lived there for three thousand years, a place filled with memories. Milan had never even been to Taichen Palace and felt nervous about going there. Furthermore, the Tiangong Palace had already been decorated to Ziyou and the others' liking, so changing it would be awkward and a waste of time.

Then if Ziyou's father came out early enough to get married on the second day, Ying Zheng and Ziyou would get married first. Otherwise, Mo Yuan and Shao Wan would get married first.

Since Milan is now an orphan, Ziyou asked her to marry someone from the Sujin clan and treat Milan as her sister.

On the ninth day of the ninth month, at dawn, Donghua was already waiting in front of the Sujin tribe with a large red sedan chair for the bride to appear.

Shao Wan: "Hurry, my brothers are here, change your clothes quickly." Zi You asked someone to bring the wedding dress.

"Wow!" Milan couldn't help but exclaim as she looked at the wedding dress in front of her. Half of it was decorated with a dragon and phoenix pattern, while the other half was decorated with bellflowers and phoenix feathers, with two additional phoenix feathers.

Shao Wan and Zi You: "We'll help you change."

Milan, in her wedding gown, had hands as soft as catkins, skin as creamy as cream, a neck as silky as a cicada, and teeth as slender as a gourd. She had a delicate forehead and eyebrows, a charming smile, and longing eyes. Her red embroidered shoes were embroidered with mandarin duck patterns.

Shao Wan: "Is it tight? If it feels tight, we can adjust the tightness."

Milan: “Just right.”

Ziyou: "I didn't expect that my brother, who is so cold, can be so romantic. He even designed this wedding dress himself. It's so beautiful!"

Ziyou pulled Milan over and sat down: "You can only let my mother help you comb your hair. After all, my mother is the only elder now."

Milan: "Well, thank you, auntie."

Then, Milan sat in front of the mirror. Su Mu styled her hair into a high-rise bun, painted it with distant mountain-like ink. Various golden tasseled hairpins dotted her hair, yet it didn't feel heavy at all. Milan's ten nails were also painted a bright red, and her lip makeup had been retouched several times. "Milan is so beautiful," Shao Wan exclaimed. "You and Ziyou are also beautiful," Milan said, blushing slightly.

Several people covered her with a red veil. The veil was embroidered with a magpie, embroidered with gold... "Wait!"

Su Lian: "Xiao Lan, I'm going to take you to see the groom. You can also take the bouquet that the Emperor made for you this morning."

Milan: “Yeah!”

Milan took the bouquet. Ziyou held Milan's right hand, while Milan held the flowers in her left. Donghua stepped forward and said, "Today, I hand Xiaolan over to the Emperor. The Emperor... must love and protect her."

"Don't worry." Donghua took Milan's hand and said to her gently, "Xiaolan, don't be afraid. I'm here."

The master of ceremonies said loudly: "Please invite the bride and groom to the wedding sedan!"

"Xiao Lan, we are going to get in the sedan!" "Okay!"

In the wedding sedan, Milan leaned on Donghua.

Donghua: "Xiaolan, did you sleep well last night?"

Milan: "It's great. Ziyou has always been with me. Ziyou said that the Emperor was once the Lord of Heaven and Earth, and has never treated any woman differently in hundreds of thousands of years. In their eyes, you have always kept your word, so I believe that the Emperor will definitely treat me well."

Donghua: "I was looking forward to it the whole night, waiting for my Xiaolan."

Donghua: "When we sign the marriage certificate later, you must hold my hand and don't let go."

Milan: “Yeah!”

[Long-term facing the three lives of emptiness, unafraid and unchanging, crossing the past and the future]

Bi Hai Cang Ling - Outside the wedding sedan, everyone stood on the side of Donghua and Milan.

Zheyan said, "The Heavenly Lord, Lady Nuwa, and the Buddha have discussed this and will appear together when the Emperor and Milan arrive at Bihai Cangling."

Shao Wan also said, "Although this wedding banquet is modest, it's filled with surprises."

After the wedding was over and everyone had left, Donghua shut down the Bi Hai Cang Ling to prevent those guys from disturbing them.

On the sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, Kunlun Ruins was shrouded in mist, a scene as mysterious and solemn as a fairyland. Today, a grand wedding was to be held there, attracting widespread attention. The wedding of Supreme God Mo Yuan and the Demon Lord of the Demon Clan had become a legendary event.

Mo Yuan, dressed in a gorgeous red wedding gown, stood tall and straight, his face handsome, his eyes revealing both determination and tenderness. He stood quietly in the square of Kunlun Ruins, his eyes fixed on his bride as she approached him.

Demon Lord Shao Wan was also dressed in a long, floor-length red wedding gown. She had a graceful figure, a beautiful face, and a gaze that revealed both dominance and allure. She slowly walked towards Mo Yuan, each step filled with confidence and charm, as if the entire world was making way for her.

When the two came together, the entire Kunlun Ruins was shaken. Their hands were tightly clasped together, their eyes filled with love and determination. In this moment, they were no longer aloof gods and demons, but a pair of lovers deeply in love.

Witnessed by the crowd, Mo Yuan and Shao Wan held a grand wedding ceremony. Their love transcended race and boundaries, a marriage between the demons and the celestials, a legacy forever etched in the history of Kunlun Ruins.

As the sounds of stringed instruments and bamboo instruments began to play, Mo Yuan and Shao Wan walked together to the center of the stage. Their steps were light yet firm, as if announcing their love to the world. On stage, they exchanged vows, promising to love and stay together forever.