"Come here."
Just as Qin Hui was wondering, a gentle voice sounded in his ear.
Qin Hui followed the sound and soon, a woman of astonishing beauty appeared before him.
The woman was wearing a white long dress, giving her the aura of a celestial being descending to earth.
In short, mundane words were difficult to describe the woman before him; only the phrase "celestial being descending to earth" could capture it.
The white-dressed woman held a brush coated with oil paint and was sketching a crane on white paper. Under her brush, the crane seemed lifelike.
Even Qin Hui was somewhat amazed by the woman's painting and brushwork. It was hard to imagine such a beauty being such a murderous devil.
"Does it look good?"
Qin Yufei asked coldly.
The servant from before had his cultivation crippled simply for looking at Qin Yufei an extra time.
How could mortals dare to gaze upon a celestial being?
Looking at this cold and stunningly beautiful face, Qin Hui's childhood memories slowly resurfaced.
If Qin Hui guessed correctly, Qin Yufei was his cousin. She should be twenty-seven this year, but Qin Hui saw no trace of age on her face. She looked like a seventeen-year-old girl, with unparalleled beauty.
This indicated that Qin Yufei's strength was formidable, for the stronger one's cultivation, the younger their appearance could remain, even possessing the ability to revert to youth.
Qin Yufei was somewhat surprised by Qin Hui's expression, as she saw a hint of longing in his eyes, which she hadn't expected.
"Have you seen enough?"
"Do you know how that person died?"
Qin Yufei put down her brush, intending to jolt this servant back to his senses. She had merely wanted to paint, not expecting these servants to be so clueless.
Qin Yufei's words immediately jolted Qin Hui. Although they had played well together in childhood, times had changed. They were no longer in the same realm. If Qin Yufei did not value their past relationship, and if she discovered his true identity, Qin Hui would likely be doomed today.
Based on Qin Hui's judgment, Qin Yufei's strength was at least equal to his own, at the half-step Grandmaster realm, otherwise, Qin Hui wouldn't have been unable to ascertain her true capabilities.
"If there's a chance to live, no one wants to die. Young Madam, I merely feel your painted crane is missing something."
Qin Hui crossed his arms, displaying none of the humility expected of a servant.
Had it been any other servant, reprimanded by the Young Madam in such a manner, they would have already panicked.
"Oh? Then tell me, what is missing from my crane? You know the consequences if you can't explain it."
Qin Yufei asked with some curiosity. She didn't mind letting the servant live a few more seconds; after all, she enjoyed reasoning with others the most.
However, Qin Hui did not answer Qin Yufei's question. Instead, he picked up the brush placed aside and began to paint himself.
Qin Yufei's crane was indeed masterfully drawn, but it lacked a touch of earthly essence. Since it was a celestial crane that had arrived in the mortal world, it naturally needed a place to land.
Soon, Qin Hui drew a clear stream beneath the crane's feet, and in the stream, he depicted many red carp. Qin Hui remembered that Qin Yufei had loved red carp the most when she was a child.
Seeing the lifelike carp painted, Qin Yufei's expression shifted. She cupped her chin with both hands and slowly began to admire the painting. She hadn't expected a servant to possess such skill.
While Qin Yufei was engrossed in her admiration, Qin Hui coughed lightly to interrupt her, "Young Madam, I have matters to attend to. May I be excused?"
"Alright, hurry along."
Qin Yufei waved her delicate hand, signaling Qin Hui to leave as far as possible.
Soon, Qin Hui was led away from the palace by a female guard.
As soon as he stepped out of the palace, Qin Hui felt the air become much fresher.
With time still available, Qin Hui hurried towards the wedding banquet venue. He wondered what Qin Long's reaction would be upon seeing his fiancée snatched away by Qin Hui.
"Miss, that person's brushwork is quite good. Why not keep him within the estate?"
The female guard, seeing her mistress so captivated by the painting, suggested.
"We'll discuss this later. First, investigate this person's background."
Qin Yufei gave a simple affirmation, then returned to her immersion in the landscape painting.
Compared to the tranquility of the palace, the atmosphere in the main hall was extremely lively. Many people were toasting each other, eager to witness this historic moment.
Once the Qin and Song families forged an alliance, the Qin family's influence would undoubtedly reach new heights, and other major families would likely have no chance of catching up in this lifetime.
Therefore, today was a day of mixed emotions for them.
The joy was merely a pretense, while the sorrow had to be kept within.
"Esteemed guests, we shall now invite the bride and groom."
Old Master Qin said cheerfully.
At the patriarch's command, the crowd quieted down considerably.
The first to emerge from a side room was Qin Long. Today, Qin Long looked exceptionally handsome, a charming smile gracing his lips.
However, it must be said that scions of prominent families indeed carried an air of superiority. They were born to wield power, much like a beautiful woman. If an ordinary person pursued her, it would take great effort, and they might still be relegated to the friend zone. But if a young master from a prominent family pursued her, he could easily win her over with something as simple as a bowl of stinky tofu from a street vendor.
Thus, society and the world were inherently unfair.
After Qin Long's appearance, the crowd's anticipation turned to Song Bingbing.
The moment Song Bingbing appeared, she captivated everyone's attention. Today, Song Bingbing was truly stunning. The white wedding dress accentuated her sacred, pure, and devoted demeanor.
Looking at the beauty before him, Qin Long's heart pounded faster. After the wedding ceremony, this woman would be his, and everything about her would belong to him!
Conversely, Song Bingbing's gaze was as placid as a deep well. She was remarkably calm about the arrival of this moment. Ever since her family had made this decision, she knew her fate was inescapable.
"Mr. Qin, do you take Miss Song to be your wife?"
The MC in the white suit asked happily into the microphone.
"I do, of course, I do."
Qin Long nodded in agreement without any hesitation.
"Miss Song, do you take Mr. Qin to be your husband?"
The MC asked again, holding the microphone.
"I..."
Song Bingbing hesitated, then her gaze swept over the crowd. Everyone was expectant.
"Silly girl, why are you hesitating at such a good opportunity?"
The head of the Song family couldn't help but scold her. If Song Bingbing's answer was negative, the Song family would undoubtedly face the wrath of the Qin family.
"I do, of course, I do!"
"However, this Mr. Qin is not Qin Long!"
Just as all eyes were upon them, Qin Hui, carrying a tray of wine, jumped onto the wedding stage...