331 The Wedding Has Been Brought Forward

The director took a deep breath.

Jiang Xi giggled behind him. This was really interesting. The way she rubbed her hands made the director’s heart jump. After shouting for the garlic to be fertilized, many of the brothers unbuckled their belts. The whole scene was too horrible to look at. The director, who had originally wanted to hold the entire welcome ceremony, suddenly had a headache.

At this moment, the saintess in the carriage covered her head and recalled the past with a face full of fear. “Ah, my little brother!” Suddenly, the saintess let out a blood-curdling screech as she clutched her lower body, her entire body collapsing. “My little brother, my little brother, did the heavens forget about my little brother when you transmigrated?” The saintess clutched her chest, as if she would pass out at any moment.

“Hehe, you dare to steal my man and want to be my child’s stepmother. You’re a man, but you still dare to covet my husband? ” Jiang Xi dragged out the last part of her sentence. The saintess was so scared that her legs went soft. She was sweating profusely and stammered.

“Would you believe me if I said that this was an accident? I’ve never thought of sleeping with your husband or snatching your man. I just invited him to Xilan Nation to play, but I didn’t touch him…” Everyone in the saintess’ palace can be my witness!” The saintess shivered, goosebumps rising all over her body.

As they were talking, they heard the sound of suona being knocked from outside. It sounded very festive and joyful. The carriage suddenly stopped. The imperial preceptor lifted the curtain and saw that the saintess was covered in cold sweat and her face was pale. His heart ached for her.

“Have they arrived? Was anyone getting married around here? It sounds like a joyous occasion.” With a bitter face, the saintess stole a glance at Jiang Xi. ‘Boss, can you leave me a way out on this joyous day?’

The imperial preceptor’s face stiffened for a moment. He helped the saintess down from the carriage, “His Majesty knows that your body is getting weaker and weaker. In order to give you a surprise, he will take advantage of the time when you go out to do the sea sacrifice today to…” The imperial preceptor wanted to say something but stopped. When he saw that Jiang Xi’s face seemed to have darkened, alarm bells rang in his head.

The saintess swallowed her saliva. Why was there a dangerous aura in the air?

“His Majesty has tied general Zhao up and brought him here. He has put on his wedding clothes and prepared all the wedding supplies. Now, all he needs is you, the bride.” The imperial preceptor finished his words. As expected, the air around him turned cold the moment he finished speaking. The saint’s hand that was supporting the state preceptor went soft and she fell directly from the carriage. Her head hit the ground and she even rolled a few times, her body covered in mud.

Jiang Xi got out of the carriage with a cold face. Only then did she realize that red carpets had been laid out ten miles away, and red silk had been hung everywhere. There was a long line of people knocking at the door of the saintess’ palace. Someone in red was already waiting there, holding a huge tray with a red wedding dress on it.

“As long as you consummate your marriage with a heaven’s blight person, you’ll be able to break your luck.” The imperial preceptor stammered as he finished speaking. He did not dare to look at Jiang Xi’s eyes.

The saintess was very scared now. She felt that she was in the center of a storm, and if she was not careful, she would be torn apart, and even her bones would not remain.

The imperial preceptor took a deep breath and was about to step forward to say something when he saw the saintess get up in front of everyone, rush over, and hug Jiang Xi’s waist. She cried at the top of her lungs, her nose and tears all over her face. “Boss, I really didn’t do it! I’ve pulled out all my heart and liver for you to see. You have to believe me, I really didn’t do it!” The saintess’ face turned pale. This was simply sending her head into Jiang Xi’s hands! Were these people afraid that he would not die early enough?

Without saying a word, Jiang Xi walked toward the saintess’ palace. ‘Great, these people have even prepared a brazier. Red silk was hanging everywhere, really… All that was left was the bride.’

Without Jiang Xi’s order, the saintess knelt on the ground and did not dare to get up. She followed behind her on her knees and crawled. “It really wasn’t me, Boss. I wouldn’t dare to do this even if I had ten guts…”

At that moment, a little girl in bright red clothes ran out of the saintess’ palace. “Director, hurry up, hurry up. You’re about to achieve your goal of sleeping with the boss’s man.” They were now certain that Zhao Ruifeng was Zhao Dengqi’s descendant.

The little girl’s words could almost scare the saintess to death. As soon as the little girl walked out of the gate of the saintess’ palace, she saw the saintess kneeling on the ground bitterly. She was stunned. “What’s wrong? Is she sick again? It’s fine, it’s fine. Maybe you’ll get better after you sleep with boss’s man. “