The King of Black Fog

Li Qianxia squatted on the chair, asking, "What about the wedding? Chinese-style, Western-style, or should we have a Divine Will Great Wall style as well? I wonder how Si is doing. Brother, you should at least check on her, in case something happens... Ptooey ptooey! You're about to get married; don't say unlucky things!"

It seems like she's the one getting married.

"Not just Chinese and Western," Turquoise Pool laughed, "you could even enter an instance and host a truly traditional Chinese one."

The three of them gave her peculiar looks, Li Qianxia's being the most pronounced.

Turquoise Pool knew what they were thinking.

"What's the big deal about getting married?" she said nonchalantly. "In this day and age, taking concubines in advance is nothing."

... Li Qianxia gave her a thumbs-up.

Back then, Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan were a couple. Turquoise Pool had feelings for Li Changzhou, which, though unethical, could be seen as a courageous pursuit of love.

But now that the two have decided to get married, Turquoise Pool's continued interest in Li Changzhou is unlawful—although for them, the law is at most a 'well-meaning reminder'.

Yet Turquoise Pool's words not only legalized her feelings—as pursuing a married man in the era of multiple spouses was not illegal—but also expressed a certain aggressiveness.

"You're not being fair," Li Changzhou subtly expressed his dissatisfaction.

"So you can kill for your goals, but I can't pursue happiness by doing something a little bad?" Turquoise Pool asked with a smile.

How could Li Changzhou out-debate her?

He could only turn to Yang Qinglan: "Don't worry, Yafeiluna and I are friends now and will only ever be friends."

"What a turbulent era," Yang Qinglan sighed, speaking with an air of detachment.

"Turbulent era?" Li Qianxia repeated, unable to suppress her laughter as she slapped her thigh.

She truly had nothing to do with it all, laughing carelessly.

After all, no matter how many wives Li Changzhou had, he only had one sister—those from other mothers or fathers didn't count or weren't acknowledged.

Turquoise Pool gave Li Changzhou a smiling glance, making him almost want to scratch his eye corner.

"So what about the wedding?" Li Qianxia was only interested in the commotion.

Li Changzhou looked at Yang Qinglan: "What do you think?"

"Bow three times in front of your grandparents' and my parents' graves, and that'll count as the wedding. Skip the rest; I hate the hassle," Yang Qinglan said.

"That's fine and all, but it's so simple..." Li Changzhou hesitated, wondering if he should throw a big celebration.

Their relationship was equal; he wouldn't always follow Yang Qinglan's lead, even if she disliked the hassle. He still wanted to give her a grand wedding.

But he also couldn't impose on her for his own desires.

"How about this," he said to Yang Qinglan, "I'll have Yafeiluna handle the wedding, and you only need to show up for half an hour?"

"Not interested."

"Fifteen minutes!"

"I'm shy."

"You—, with such a pale face, a little blush would look nice when you're shy."

"My face cramps when I'm shy."

"Cramps... Yang Qinglan, stop talking nonsense! How could a Fairy cramp!"

"Then we won't get married. We'll bow in front of the ancestors' graves and go straight to having kids."

"Stop, stop, stop!" Li Qianxia quickly jumped off the chair. "Why are you fighting before even getting married? Brother, I know you want to hold a wedding not for yourself but for Qing Lan, but since she really doesn't feel like it now, don't force her."

After a pause, she said, "Here, I'll propose a compromise."

"Let's hear it," Li Changzhou said.

"You two bow to me, and that's that…"

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan moved simultaneously, turning Li Qianxia into the first real star in the honey pot world.

Turquoise Pool laughed from beginning to end, and if she weren't already an Earth Immortal, she would've laughed herself sick.

She secretly looked forward to her own wedding with Li Changzhou.

That night, after some deep conversation between Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan, they snuggled together to further discuss the wedding affair.

This time it was just the two of them, speaking candidly.

"Really not having one?" Li Changzhou sniffed her hair, soothing the rabbit with one hand.

"No."

"Don't say later that I didn't arrange it for you."

"Who knows," Yang Qinglan brushed his hand aside and comfortably wrapped her arms around his neck.

Losing the rabbit, Li Changzhou had to wrap around her slender waist: "What do you mean 'who knows'?"

"I might die tomorrow, or maybe live for thousands, millions of years. If I live short, I won't blame you, but if I live long, I don't know if I'll blame you for not insisting now."

"I can insist, sis~" Li Changzhou moved a bit to prove to her.

"Pervert!"

The two of them teased and played, delving deeper into their conversations, sometimes idle chatting.

Toward dawn, Li Changzhou sighed with satisfaction: "I must be the happiest person in the world."

Yang Qinglan made a questioning sound with her nose.

"Holding the one I love in my arms, being able to look into her eyes, kiss her lips, and smell her hair—I don't know what it feels like to be the 'victor,' but having this is enough for me."

"You're a hero."

"Are you mocking me?"

"Yes."

What is a hero? Being able to resist a beauty is a hero, knowing the times is a hero, so Li Changzhou gave up on the wedding idea.

But celebrations were still necessary.

The Six Great Stars got a three-day holiday; those who needed rest rested, those who wanted to travel traveled, and those who needed funerals held them (as several players had recently died, Li Changzhou didn't mind if funerals occurred during the wedding period).

But some things aren't in his control.

He didn't mind, but others worried for him, and in some areas, all funerals were banned, regardless of whether anyone had recently died; everything had to be festive.