We Agreed On Experiencing Life, So Why Did You Immortals Become Real? Chapter 431: Siyao and Xiao Mo Are Getting Married Today

The Qin embassy residence was a hive of activity, with palace maids from Qin scurrying about, attending to every detail. The attendant Mingyue was particularly diligent, directing her staff and overseeing every aspect of the preparations. Today was a momentous and joyous occasion for Her Majesty, and absolutely no errors were permissible! In stark contrast to the bustling Mingyue, the bride within the chamber exuded a remarkable calmness, her expression one of profound composure. When the last ornate hairpin was secured in the woman’s hair, a maid presented a piece of red paper for her lips. The woman gently pressed her mouth to the paper, imbuing her already delicate lips with a more festive and vivid red hue. Gazing at her reflection in the mirror, Qin Siyao tilted her head, the hairpins adorning her hair swaying with a delicate, echoing chime of jade against jade. The maids assisting her were momentarily captivated by their princess, each lost in admiration. It wasn't just a matter of men; even as women, they felt an overwhelming urge to embrace the radiant bride before them with fierce devotion. "Your Maj—Princess," Mingyue called out as she entered the room. However, upon witnessing Her Majesty's resplendent appearance, she paused, momentarily forgetting her intended words. Her Majesty's wedding robes were meticulously tailored, accentuating her figure with a snug waist that flowed elegantly over her shoulders, chest, and down her back, before gracefully flaring into a wide hem at the hips. Yet, with every subtle movement, a glimpse of straight, long legs could be seen through a side slit, clad in silken trousers of the same color that gathered at the calves, revealing a slender ankle. Her Majesty's brows were artfully drawn with dark ink, arching like the distant mountain ranges. Her almond-shaped eyes held a captivating blend of gentleness and softness, their corners naturally upturned. As she lowered her gaze, her long lashes cast subtle, tranquil shadows beneath them. Her lips, painted with the deepest, most vibrant red, appeared soft and moist, conveying unspoken depths of emotion with a mere gentle press. "What is it?" Qin Siyao turned her head, a smile gracing her lips as she addressed Mingyue. Mingyue quickly regained her composure and bowed. "Princess, all preparations are complete. The palace's wedding procession is en route, and Qin’s dowry has been meticulously arranged. Would you care to inspect it?" "Mm. Then let's take a look." Qin Siyao nodded and exited the room. In the courtyard, numerous chests lay in rows, each adorned with a large red flower. "Open them," Mingyue instructed, and the maids nearby complied, revealing the contents of the dowry chests. Inside lay a treasure trove of spiritual medicines and rare flowers, exquisite gold and silver jewelry, renowned paintings and calligraphy, and other priceless artifacts. Qin Siyao moved among the chests, casting a cursory glance at the contents before smiling faintly. "Indeed, something appears to be missing." As she spoke, Qin Siyao reached into her red sleeve, retrieving a mask and a small clay figurine, which she then placed deliberately into one of the chests. Witnessing these items, Mingyue gasped. "Princess... you are including these two things in the dowry as well?" As Qin Siyao’s trusted attendant since childhood, Mingyue was well aware of the profound significance these two objects held for Her Majesty. Though she never understood their unique value, in Mingyue’s eyes, they were simply ordinary objects. Yet, Her Majesty cherished them above all else, never allowing them to be separated, as if they were more precious than anything in existence. "Of course." Qin Siyao extended her fair, delicate fingers, gently caressing the mask and the small clay figurine. A smile, softer than a spring breeze, bloomed at the corners of her lips. "Because they belonged to him originally." "?" Hearing Her Majesty's words, Mingyue blinked, a cascade of question marks forming in her mind. What had Her Majesty just said? Did she mean these two items belonged to the ruler of Zhou? But surely they belonged to Her Majesty herself – how could they possibly belong to the ruler of Zhou? Could it be that the ruler of Zhou had met Her Majesty before? That seemed highly improbable. Mingyue had been by Her Majesty's side throughout her life; if Her Majesty had known the current ruler of Zhou for a long time, how could she, Mingyue, be unaware? "Alright. Since everything is prepared, you may take the others and wait outside the residence. I wish to be alone for a while. Report to me only if something arises," Qin Siyao said with a smile, offering no further explanation to Mingyue. "Yes, Your Majesty." Mingyue dared not inquire further. She bowed and led the maids out of the courtyard. Qin Siyao raised her head, gazing at the sky. As there was still some time before the auspicious hour, Qin Siyao decided to take a solitary stroll within the grounds of the Qin embassy residence.

Gazing upon the courtyard, at once familiar and strange, Qin Siyao found her thoughts drifting, drawing parallels between this Qin embassy residence and the Xiao Residence of Ancient Qin from countless millennia ago.

It was a remarkable coincidence.

Qin Siyao had never anticipated that the Xiao Residence of the Northern Pacification King, from eras past, would transform into the embassy grounds tens of thousands of years later.

However, the passage of time was immense. The original Frost King's residence had long since crumbled to dust, and this rebuilt embassy could no longer reveal even the faintest trace of its former glory.

The pond that once existed had now become a small copse of trees.

The secluded courtyard where the First Madam, Xia Qingke, had resided was now repurposed as a study.

The martial training grounds of the Xiao Residence were now a lush garden, abundant with flowers and verdant grass.

Eventually, Qin Siyao followed a winding path, venturing deeper into the grounds.

She finally halted before the entrance of a modest courtyard.

This particular small courtyard had not been part of the original layout; it had merely been an open stretch of grass.

Yet, after Qin Siyao's arrival, she had instructed the servants to construct it anew.

The courtyard was exceedingly plain, with a confined yard featuring only a small front section and three rooms, complemented by a compact kitchen.

The arrangement within the front yard was equally unadorned, boasting just a stone table accompanied by a few stone stools.

As Qin Siyao surveyed this humble yard, her gaze grew distant and unfocused.

It was as if, within the courtyard's kitchen, wisps of cooking smoke were ascending.

She envisioned a serene woman, detached from worldly affairs, along with her attendant, personally preparing a feast of dishes, while the woman's daughter-in-law pretended to assist in the kitchen.

In reality, her culinary skills were so lacking that her presence likely did more harm than good.

Within the courtyard, a man, who bore the demeanor of a military general yet harbored a fondness for literature, occasionally held a scroll, periodically glancing towards the kitchen with a smile that was both helpless and tender.

A gentle breeze swept through.

The vision before the woman's eyes dissolved like grains of sand.

Within the courtyard, she was now utterly alone.

Qin Siyao smoothed the fabric of her crimson wedding gown and took a seat upon a stone stool.

The clear wind playfully rustled her hair, caressing her form. She tilted her head back, her gaze fixed upon the heavens, distant and immeasurable.

In that vast expanse, far beyond her known reach, it seemed as though someone perpetually watched over her, offering unending blessings.

“Mother…”

A delicate veil of moisture gathered in Qin Siyao’s eyes. The corners of her lips curved upward ever so slightly, resembling a delicate crescent boat adrift in a dream.

“Can you see?”

“Siyao and Xiao Mo are to be wed today.”