Chapter 1864: 924 Grand Wedding (Part 2)_3
He once promised Azi that someday he would personally carry their daughter onto a wedding sedan chair and hand her over to a man she could trust for the rest of her life.
Three years in a vegetative state had tormented him beyond recognition. He had barely nursed himself back to health, but he still couldn’t compare to a normal person.
His legs were weak and powerless, making it difficult to even support himself, let alone carry someone.
Yet, despite walking very slowly, he walked steadily.
When he was alone, he could fall countless times, but while carrying his daughter, he couldn’t fall even once.
Gu Jiao lay on his thin back and could clearly feel the muscles of his whole body straining, trembling with each step he took.
He was walking with difficulty.
In just a few steps, he was already drenched in sweat.
"How about... still..." Gu Chengfeng couldn’t bear to watch and wanted to step forward to help, but he was stopped by Gu Changqing.
Gu Changqing slightly shook his head at him.
Gu Chengfeng sighed, "Alright."
The Duke of An carried Gu Jiao to the main entrance.
Seeing that he was the one who carried the bride out, Xiao Hen and Xiaojingkong were both surprised.
Even Xiaojingkong forgot his usual chatter.
The Duke of An carried Gu Jiao and solemnly instructed Xiao Hen, "From today on, I’m entrusting my daughter to you. Don’t let her suffer any grievances and don’t let her shed a single tear."
Xiao Hen solemnly responded, "I promise you, Father."
Though he was a foster father, he was more than a real father and lived up to the title of ’Father.’
The Duke of An placed Gu Jiao onto the wedding sedan chair carried by eight people.
The Black Wind King accompanied as well.
Today was Gu Jiao’s big day, and it wore a large red flower.
In the residence, the Yao Family held Gu Xiaobao’s hand, watching from afar as Gu Jiao left in the wedding sedan chair, and couldn’t control her tears from falling anymore.
Liao Chen, Xuanyuan Qi, the old Marquis, and Gu Changqing, all came to the entrance to personally see off Gu Jiao.
After greeting everyone, Xiao Hen mounted his horse.
Xiaojingkong hadn’t yet figured out his children’s saddle and couldn’t undo the buckle, so he just sat on the horseback waving to everyone, "I’m leaving! Goodbye foster father! Goodbye great uncle! Goodbye master! Goodbye big brother! Goodbye Brother Chengfeng! Goodbye Brother Yan! Goodbye Brother Xiaoshun! Goodbye Brother Chenglin! Goodbye Grandpa Yan!"
After bidding farewell to so many people, his small hand was very tired from waving.
Everyone: Hurry up and leave, little guy, before your horse blinds our eyes!
With a proud and spirited step, the horse king strode away.
It trotted over to the Black Wind King.
Wearing a big red flower, the Black Wind King looked disdainful: "Stay away from me."
The sound of gongs and drums gradually faded, leaving the long street unusually quiet in the aftermath of the commotion.
Gu Chengfeng gave a few instructions to the guards beside him. The guards understood and went to the Marquis of Ding’an Residence to drive over a spacious carriage.
As he descended the steps and came to the carriage, hearing no movement behind him, he looked back at everyone, "Hey? What are you all dazed for?"
"What are you doing?" Gu Yan asked him.
He grabbed the reins and checked the two horses pulling the carriage, saying, "On such a happy day, what do you think? Of course, we’re going to the Marquis of Xuanping’s residence to have a wedding feast! There’s no rule that says the bride’s family can’t go to the wedding feast! If you don’t want to go, that’s fine too. I won’t force you. No need to wait for me to come back tonight. I won’t get drunk—"
Before he finished the word ’drunk,’ he sensed something was off and quickly turned his head!
Everyone had gotten onto the carriage!
Even Gu Xiaobao was sitting obediently on Gu Yan’s lap.
He was dumbfounded, "No way? Well, at least save me a seat—"
...
Only after they were gone for a full 2 hours did the bride’s party from the Quan Family arrive slowly.
Gu Jinyu was carried onto the wedding sedan chair by the matchmaker.
The groom was a man dressed in a dark blue embroidered robe. He smiled gently, saying, "I am the second brother. I am here to receive the bride on behalf of the third brother."
Beside the sedan chair, Chun Liu couldn’t help but ask, "Why didn’t the third young master come in person?"
The man smiled and explained to Gu Jinyu inside the sedan chair, "My third brother injured his foot last night. I beg the younger sister-in-law’s understanding."
Gu Jinyu tightly gripped the handkerchief and replied in a normal tone, "Understood, thanks for your trouble, Second Brother."
On one street, there were two brides being married off.
In fact, the wedding procession from the Marquis of Changping Residence was very lively, with over a hundred people. However, compared to the grand spectacle of Gu Jiao’s wedding, it seemed a bit lacking.
The Ghostface Army, Hei Fengqi, Shadow Division, and Gu Family Army majestically escorted the sedan chair along the long street.
To those who knew, it was a marriage alliance between two countries. To those who didn’t, it could have been mistaken for a military parade.
Little Xiaojingkong woke up too early and was drowsy on the way back to the Marquis Residence.
He was wearing a small groom’s outfit, cutely sitting on his little saddle, nodding off like a little chicken pecking at grains, sometimes sprawling out in all directions, drooling abundantly, amusing the onlookers along the way.
Xiao Hen glanced at him with amusement, picked him up, and placed him inside Gu Jiao’s sedan chair.
He was so sound asleep that he completely missed the subsequent betrothal ceremony.
After arriving at the residence, the maid carried Xiao Jingkong down.
Xiao Hen took Gu Jiao’s hand and helped her down from the carriage.
The matchmaker handed over a red silk ribbon, giving each end to the newlyweds.
The two entered the house holding the red silk ribbon.
The sound of firecrackers filled the entire street.
The residence was bustling with activity.
Xiao Hen softly said beside her, "Don’t be nervous."
Gu Jiao replied, "Mm."
The matchmaker reminded, "Would the bride please step over the firepan."
Gu Jiao easily stepped over it.
The matchmaker smiled and said, "Would the bride please step on the tile."
Gu Jiao softly asked Xiao Hen, "Should I step on it hard or gently?"
The matchmaker overheard and chuckled, "Step on it hard, the more broken, the better."
As soon as the words were spoken, Gu Jiao stepped down, turning the tile into powder.
Matchmaker: "..."
Xiao Hen: "..."
The two entered the Mingguang Hall.
Calmly seated at the main seat were Marquis Xuanping and Princess Xinyang.
Today, with their son’s grand wedding, Marquis Xuanping was uncharacteristically absent from drama and had been sitting quietly since morning.
Xiao Hen and Gu Jiao crossed the threshold and walked in.
Matchmaker: "First bow to heaven and earth—"
Xiao Hen and Gu Jiao turned in sync, bowed towards the door.
Matchmaker: "Second bow to the parents—"
They turned again, bowing to the seated Marquis Xuanping and Princess Xinyang.
Princess Xinyang’s eyes glistened with tears.
Marquis Xuanping didn’t look at her, just gently holding her hand.
There was no hint of amorous content.
Princess Xinyang felt even more like crying.
She didn’t understand why.
Matchmaker: "Husband and wife bow to each other—"
Xiao Hen and Gu Jiao faced each other.
Without excessive words, no vows of eternal love, they gazed deeply at each other through the bright red bridal veil.
After four years, they had finally reached this moment.
They bowed deeply to each other.
Thank you for marrying me.
Thank you for taking me as your bride.
For the rest of our lives, let’s take care of each other.
Princess Xinyang’s tears finally fell with a "plop."
Marquis Xuanping tightened his grip on her hand.
The matchmaker raised the hanky, beaming with joy as she said, "Escort to the bridal chamber—"