Chapter 863: The Wind's Direction

Chapter 863: Chapter 852: The Wind’s Direction

Guo Fu was ultimately not as skilled in martial arts as Yang Guo, although she initially had some advantage with the Divine Weapon.

But after only a few exchanges, she was hit on the arm, and the Ziwei Soft Sword in her hand fell to the ground.

Even so, she did not want to let Yang Guo go. Instead, her arm was hurt again, further fueling her anger. She screamed and grabbed a dish from a nearby table, hurling it at Yang Guo.

This caused quite a messy scene for Yang Guo.

Various dishes covered his celebratory attire.

His hair had some soup slowly dripping down.

Some of it dripped onto Yang Guo’s face, sliding down his chin, landing on the ground with a splash.

“Guo Fu!!”

Yang Guo’s face was livid, his expression dark as if about to burst into tears. On such a joyous wedding day, Guo Fu caused such chaos, and he was on the verge of cracking!

“Ah!”

Guo Fu continued her assault.

The guests had already fled or ran away, some headed towards the Main Hall where Ding Ling was, others directly to a corner of the courtyard.

Yet no one left.

After all, Ding Ling, the Immortal Realm Emperor, hadn’t left, so who would dare to go?

No need to give Yang Guo face, but Ding Ling’s face must be respected!!

“…!”

Xiaang Wentian was also shocked, watching Guo Fu’s arrogance and unruly behavior, rare to witness in this world.

Yet, was Guo Fu’s eyesight poor, or what?

She actually didn’t see Ding Ling sitting high up in the Main Hall?!

But considering the distance from the courtyard to the Main Hall was quite far, Guo Fu’s skills were average and her eyesight wasn’t up to par with experts, it made sense. Plus, Guo Fu was solely focused on humiliating Yang Guo, ignoring others wasn’t unimaginable.

After Xiaang Wentian figured it out, he smiled wryly and was about to go to the Main Hall to plead for forgiveness from Ding Ling.

Ding Ling suddenly pointed into the air.

Bang!

A stream of light hit Guo Fu.

Who had been screaming and wrecking the wedding scene, relentlessly hurling ‘dishes’ at Yang Guo—Guo Fu froze, then uncontrollably fell down, landing with a splash into the soup and water on the ground, her head, face, and body now covered in various dishes.

Guo Fu’s face was green, her eyes wide, shocked, terrified. She wanted to scream but found she couldn’t utter a sound, her entire body paralyzed, completely out of control.

“Thank you, uncle, for the rescue.”

Yang Guo, covered in mess, clasped his hands in thanks to Ding Ling.

Guo Fu heard this, her heart burning with anger suddenly doused in ice-cold water. In that instant, she seemed to find herself in Ice Hell, her pupils dilated, her mind replaying ‘uncle’ over and over.

‘Could it be…’

She thought of a possibility.

Fear arose unbidden.

But what followed was grievance, unwillingness, depression.

She felt Ding Ling was biased, unexpectedly helping Yang Guo, not her!

She was the victim!

“General Xiaang, handle the situation please.”

Ding Ling said lightly:

“Guo’Er, go freshen up and head straight to the bridal chamber. This wedding ends here today.”

“Yes. Uncle.”

Yang Guo had no mood to continue toasting guests, only wanting to leave this place and never see Guo Fu again!

Xiaang Wentian even more respectfully complied, immediately ordering the cleanup of the scene.

He felt a bit bitter, originally intending to show off to later receive Ding Ling’s favor.

But now, it seemed Ding Ling had seen through his minor tricks, displeasing Ding Ling.

“Alas.”

Xiaang Wentian felt troubled, despondent:

“What an heroic figure Ding Ling is? That I dared play tricks before him? All because I was infuriated by Guo Fu, that so-called Eldest Princess. Had I been more sensible, I certainly wouldn’t have let her come through.”

But the deed was done.

Guo Fu indeed turned the wedding upside down.

The promise given to Ding Ling that ‘no one would affect the wedding banquet’, naturally, was shattered.

“Alas.”

Upon seeing Ding Ling not even sparing him a glance, pulling the Little Dragon Girl, and disappearing in a leap without a trace, Xiaang Wentian couldn’t help sighing endlessly.

He felt he missed a colossal opportunity.

Just because he feared Guo Fu, wanted to obtain Nine Yin Scripture and other techniques, so he let Guo Fu through?

Yet he didn’t consider, if he had successfully completed the task given by Ding Ling, what would the minor Nine Yin Scripture be worth?

The Kung Fu Ding Ling casually offered would crush the Nine Yin Scripture across countless levels!

The more Xiaang Wentian thought, the more depressed, unwilling; naturally harboring no goodwill towards Guo Fu!

He was fearless, the Celestial King on earth, and now nearly stumbled over a woman! Infuriating, hateful, lamentable!

…

…

The events at the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War’s Mansion, like a whirlwind, swiftly spread to every household, within two hours, everyone inside and outside the Imperial City knew of it.

Various discussions ensued.

Some laughed heartily, some sneered, some were touched, some were terrified, some were deeply thoughtful…

The wedding banquet of Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue Yelv Qi and Hong Lingbo was rather smooth.

Because Xiaang Wentian’s troops guarded it, and without Da and Xiao Wu, Guo Fu, others dared not provoke both Xiaang Wentian and Yelv Qi simultaneously?

Come wedding mid-way.

Cheng Ying and Lu Wushuang learned of the events at the Vice Minister of the Ministry of War’s Mansion, exchanging glances.

Lu Wushuang whispered:

“Guo Fu has really caused big trouble now. Hehe. Truly satisfying. I just want to see how this wicked girl plans to wrap things up?”

Regarding Guo Fu’s situation, Lu Wushuang was somewhat happy at another’s misfortune.

Clearly, she had disliked Guo Fu for a long time!

Cheng Ying gave her a playful glare, then gently said:

“No one expected the Prince to also attend Yang Guo’s wedding. The implications are obvious. Looks like the Emperor and Empress may hastily return from the West, comparing the situation in the West, clearly the Prince’s matter is far more significant.”

“Indeed.”

Lu Wushuang agreed deeply:

“With the Prince taking charge, what matter can’t be resolved? Matters very difficult for the Emperor and Empress, for the Prince, will undoubtedly be trivial. Possibly, upon hearing of the Prince’s return, the opposing side may be so frightened they pee their pants, voluntarily surrender to our Great Ming Dynasty, who knows?”

“That’s certainly the case, unless the opposition wants to die.”

Cheng Ying said:

“If the Prince really acts, do you think the opposing royal family could survive? They definitely wouldn’t do something so foolish, previously dared to contend with the Great Ming Dynasty because they had many Ascenders join them, giving them some confidence.

And for state tranquility, the Emperor had to go negotiate with them.

But now if the news of the Prince descending to the Lower Realm reaches the West. Those Ascenders will surely abandon the Western Kingdom and flee. The Western Kingdom, to appease the Prince’s wrath, voluntarily surrendering is most likely a nailed-down certainty.”