My Wife is A Sword God

Chapter 22: The Uninvited Guest

At this moment, several maids from the Liu family entered the main hall of the Qin residence, each carrying a set of red groom’s attire. It seemed they had prepared multiple sets in advance, unsure of the groom’s size.

An empty-handed maid approached Qin Feng and said, “Young Master Qin, please raise your hand.”

“Huh? Oh,” Qin Feng complied.

After a brief measurement, the maids found the perfect size. One maid helped Qin Feng remove his outer garment, while another assisted him in putting on the red robe and the crown. The groom’s attire, made by the prestigious Yu Xiu Workshop in the capital, was exquisitely crafted and luxurious. Paired with Qin Feng’s handsome face, he looked even more striking.

Upon seeing this, Qin Feng’s mother couldn’t help but tear up. Her son was getting married, and she couldn’t contain her excitement.

In ancient times, the groom would help the bride enter their new home. After putting on his groom’s attire, Qin Feng, guided by the maids, arrived at the entrance of the Qin residence.

He had no idea what the rumored Liu Jianli looked like.

Lan Ningshuang approached the grand red sedan chair, gently lifted the red curtain, and entered.

Not long after, the upper half of the bride emerged from the sedan chair. She wore a phoenix crown and a red embroidered silk gown from the Yu Xiu Workshop. The onlookers tried to catch a glimpse of the bride’s face, but she held a circular paper fan, covering her features.

This fan, called a “Que Fan,” was used to protect against evil spirits and maintain modesty. Only the groom could lift it.

People sighed in regret, but the scene that followed stirred the crowd.

No one expected the bride to be in a wheelchair, pushed out by the blue-clad girl who had entered the sedan chair earlier.

“She’s handicapped,” someone blurted out. The insulting words spread like a plague through the crowd.

Qin Feng had anticipated this reaction, but he hadn’t expected the intensity of the response.

Lan Ningshuang frowned, her face as cold as frost. She supported the wheelchair with her left hand and brandished a sword with her right, releasing a surge of blue sword energy that left a mark on the ground about the width of a palm.

“Second level of sword intent, Heavy As Mountain,” Qin Feng pondered.

This sudden turn of events silenced the crowd. Taking advantage of the moment, Xing Sheng, accompanied by his followers, pushed the crowd back several yards.

Qin Feng sighed in relief, stepping out of the Qin residence, intending to hold the bride’s hand and lead her inside. However, at that moment, a sudden change occurred!

In the previously quiet crowd, a sharp, ominous voice rang out: “What? The bride is handicapped, and we can’t even mention it?”

“Get out of the way!” With a roar, the crowd erupted into screams. A burly middle-aged man, his face full of arrogance, shoved his way through the people, creating a path.

Behind him, a group of people followed. The one who had spoken earlier was the white-clad man in the middle of the crowd.

He had a sinister and effeminate face, with a contemptuous smile that made people uneasy.

Qin Feng’s heart sank when he saw them. He might not have known the identity of the white-clad man, but he recognized the others around him.

The middle-aged man with the obsequious smile was Ye Heng, the Lord of Jinyang City. Next to him was his son, Ye Luoting, equally servile. The rest were servants from the Lord’s mansion.

For the Lord’s mansion personnel to be so obsequious, one didn’t need to guess—the white-clad man’s status was definitely extraordinary.

Lan Ningshuang coldly asked the white-clad man, “Tang Xuan, what are you doing here?”

“That’s quite impolite, isn’t it? Master Liu is a Duke of the Imperial Court, a military commander of the Divine Marquis rank. It’s his granddaughter’s wedding, how can it proceed without a proper witness? My father, the Minister of War, is busy with military affairs and couldn’t attend. So, naturally, I came to represent him,” Tang Xuan replied.

Minister of War? That position governed the national military and military affairs, and managed the war. Even the Demon Slayer Department had to obey his orders to a certain extent.

Qin Feng hadn’t expected that this detestable white-clad young man was the son of such a figure. From his appearance, it was clear that he had come with ill intentions toward the Liu and Qin families. Qin Feng narrowed his eyes.

Xing Sheng stepped forward, holding a long halberd to block Tang Xuan and his group. “I’m sorry, Young Master Tang. The Liu and Qin families did not intend to invite outsiders to this wedding.”

At these words, Tang Xuan sneered, then furiously exclaimed, “Wang Meng! My father sent you as my bodyguard, and you’re allowing this kind of barking in my presence? What kind of dog are you?”

Xing Sheng’s face turned grim. Without a word, the burly middle-aged man raised his right fist and came charging!

Xing Sheng was shocked. He defended himself with his halberd, and the clash of fist and halberd produced a piercing metallic sound. Xing Sheng clenched his teeth, muscles bulging as he tried his best to hold his ground. Despite his efforts, he was continuously pushed back.

“It’s just a dog, do you need this much effort?” Tang Xuan taunted once more.

Upon hearing this, Wang Meng slammed his right foot into the ground. Everyone felt a tremor, and Xing Sheng was sent flying more than ten yards. Fortunately, he managed to stabilize himself by plunging the halberd into the ground just in time. However, anyone with keen eyes could see his hands, still gripping the halberd, were trembling slightly.

Qin Feng couldn’t help but look towards the tall and sturdy man, showing off his energy, which is what Divine Martial Grade 6 Gathering Power Realm can only use.

“Tang Xuan, are you trying to provoke a conflict between the Liu and Tang families with your actions?” Lan Ningshuang, holding her sword, asked coldly.

“Oh, don’t make a fuss over nothing. I’m just here to attend Miss Liu’s wedding and offer my congratulations,” Tang Xuan sneered. He then shouted loudly, “Bring the gift I prepared for Miss Liu!”

As he finished speaking, several robust attendants behind him carried the corpse of a demonic beast and forcefully threw it in front of the crowd, creating a loud thud.

Qin Feng lowered his head to look. This demonic beast was called the Cloud-Leaping Leopard, known for its incredible speed. But why had Tang Xuan sent this creature as a gift?

“I saw this demonic beast dashing through the jungle on my way to Jinyang City. I ordered it to be killed immediately. Considering that Miss Liu, talented but unfortunate, failed in her tribulation and lost the ability to walk, why should this damned demonic beast frolic freely in the forest? I ordered it to be slaughtered. Someone, cut off its limbs and present them as a gift to Miss Liu!” Tang Xuan declared.

Qin Feng furrowed his brow. This man’s words were so disdainful. Regardless, Liu Jianli was soon to be his wife. He couldn’t allow others to insult her like this!

“Too much!” Lan Ningshuang couldn’t bear it anymore. She swung her sword, and another surge of blue sword energy slashed toward Tang Xuan.

Seeing this, Wang Meng stepped in front and directly blocked the sword energy. With a forward push of his palms, he managed to tear apart the powerful sword energy!

“I am the son of the Minister of War. You dare to kill me in public? Quite audacious!” Tang Xuan was about to continue his tirade when a voice suddenly rang out in his ears: “It’s almost winter, and there’s some dog from an unknown family roaming the streets, biting people. What a damned bad omen.”