Chapter 956 - 962, - 963: Bridal Chamber

"Saintess, Saintess, the wedding procession is here!"

Outside, the female disciples saw Chen Mo arrive and excitedly gestured towards the room.

"I heard it."

Nalan Yiren, wearing a silver crown and the Gluttonous Gu Mask, tried to stay calm. She was fine just moments ago, but now suddenly felt nervous.

"Don’t worry, stay calm." Han Anniang noticed Nalan Yiren’s nervousness and held her hands, which she didn’t know where to put, to encourage her.

Having gone through this herself, Han Anniang could empathize with how Nalan Yiren was feeling.

Nalan Yiren took a deep breath, silently telling herself, "Don’t worry, stay calm, don’t let those disciples and elders see a joke."

Seeing her calm down, Han Anniang smiled lightly and said, "Alright, I’ll go out and greet them first."

"Okay."

"Do you want me to call the disciples in to block the door and ask for a token?" Just as Han Anniang was about to step forward, she thought of something and turned back to Nalan Yiren.

It’s not that Han Anniang was trying to make things difficult for Chen Mo. She cherished her man.

She just wanted to enhance the ceremonial feel of the wedding.

"Thanks, Ms. An’niang."

"It’s nothing."

Han Anniang wouldn’t participate in door-blocking; as someone who had been through this, it wasn’t appropriate.

Soon, two female disciples were called inside by Han Anniang. She patiently explained to them the key points to note.

After finishing, she left.

Nalan Yiren straightened her back, not wanting the female disciples to notice anything. She sat upright on the chair, breathing steadily, appearing calm and composed. However, her long and slender hands had already twisted the red mandarin duck silk handkerchief into wrinkles.

She gathered her spirit to her ears, listening carefully to the festive music, estimating the distance of the wedding procession.

As the festive music approached her room, her mood became increasingly tense.

In contrast, the smiles on the faces of the two female disciples inside the room grew richer, until one couldn’t help but excitedly say, "He’s here, Saintess, the groom is here."

The festive music stopped in front of the room, followed by laughter and chatter.

After a while, Chen Mo’s familiar, steady footsteps approached.

At this moment, Nalan Yiren’s nervousness could no longer be contained, and it showed on her face. If she hadn’t been wearing a mask, the two female disciples would have seen it.

"Saintess, the groom is at the door," a female disciple said, blocking the door and calling out for a token.

As Han Anniang instructed, asking for a token was just part of the process to enhance the ceremonial aspect.

Therefore, when Chen Mo outside squeezed the token through the door crack, the two female disciples opened the door accordingly.

"Yiren, I’m here to pick you up."

Chen Mo’s voice sounded.

Nalan Yiren’s nervousness vanished instantly upon hearing Chen Mo’s words, leaving her heart filled with happiness.

The female disciple fetched a red silk ribbon, handing one end to Nalan Yiren, while giving the other end to Chen Mo.

To facilitate the pickup, Nalan Yiren lived in a stilted house built on the ground. After Chen Mo took the red silk ribbon, he led the bride downstairs.

In Baiyue customs, a sedan chair is not used for picking up the bride.

When a bride leaves her own home, she must be carried on the groom’s back to step on the ground.

According to past customs in Poison King Valley, the groom carries the bride around the valley once, then heads to the ancestral hall to show the groom’s physical strength.

"Whoa..."

When Nalan Yiren lay on Chen Mo’s back, surrounding folks started cheering and shouting, while the previously stopped musical sounds resumed, sounding even more powerful than before.

"Hold tight."

Chen Mo whispered.

Nalan Yiren’s face blushed, and she wrapped her arms around Chen Mo’s neck, legs around his waist, making it easier for Chen Mo to hold her legs. She didn’t dare speak loudly, just murmuring quietly, "Hurry up."

"What should you call me now?" Chen Mo deliberately asked.

Upon hearing this, Nalan Yiren wished to give Chen Mo a nudge, but dared not, instead blushing deeply and softly saying, "Hus...band."

In Baiyue, the groom is called husband.

"Yes," Chen Mo loudly responded, then got up, carrying Nalan Yiren through the bustling crowd, heading out.

His pace quicker, as having heard from people in the valley, previously when the disciples got married, it could take half an hour for the groom to carry the bride around the valley once.

He didn’t wish to go sluggishly.

This scene stunned the band and disciples, who quickly called out and rushed to keep up.

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Mo carried Nalan Yiren to the ancestral hall entrance.

A brazier was placed at the door.

Chen Mo needed to cross the brazier carrying Nalan Yiren to set the bride down.

Inside the ancestral hall, three Elders along with the elders from the valley, Chen Cultivator, Han Anniang, had been waiting for a long time.

After Chen Mo carefully set Nalan Yiren down.

Acting as the Master of Ceremonies, Chen Cultivator cleared his throat and loudly declared, "The auspicious hour has come! Light the candles, burn the incense, start the music..."

Outside the ancestral hall, darkness had already embraced the sky, and at the moment red candles ignited the incense burner, drums and suona jointly sounded, exuding an especially joyful atmosphere.

"The newlyweds pay respect to the ancestors," Chen Cultivator loudly declared.

Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren’s direct ancestors and relatives had passed away, so they leant against the tablets enshrined in the ancestral hall.

Upon hearing Chen Cultivator’s words, Chen Mo and Nalan Yiren each held one end of the red silk ribbon, kneeled side by side before the ancestral hall tablets, and kowtowed.

"The second bow to Heaven and Earth," Chen Cultivator called out again.