The Wind City was immersed in a jubilant atmosphere.
Colorful ribbons of wind, beloved by the wind spirits, adorned the streets and alleys, intertwining to adorn the entire city in a magnificent spectacle.
On the buildings lining the streets, the wind spirits sculpted exquisite decorations with their own power, each piece lifelike.
Small bonsai, formed from the essence of wind, were placed in the corners of every house and on windowsills.
A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, adding a touch of dynamism to the joyous atmosphere.
In the square stood a colossal sculpture, a tapestry of wind and fire, welcoming guests from all corners of the land.
The wedding was held in the castle, equally exquisitely decorated.
The castle floor was covered with flowers formed from the essence of wind, their petals swaying in the breeze and shimmering with a soft blue light.
The wind spirits, dressed in pristine white robes, moved like flowing clouds.
The fire spirits, clad in garments woven from threads of flame, each resembled a cluster of burning flames.
At the center of the wedding ceremony stood an altar composed of wind and fire elements.
Tall wind pillars rose around it, their surfaces swirling with ethereal wind spirits that constantly exhaled gentle, sweet breezes.
The guests arrived early, filling every seat.
Guang Ailin wore a white gown, its clean, flowing lines perfectly accentuating her mature figure, making her appear graceful and slender.
A cool, noble aura emanated from her, perfectly complementing the white dress.
Guangya, also in a white gown, resembled a snow fairy, pure and flawless.
The fitted design beautifully outlined her graceful figure, without a single unnecessary wrinkle.
Her expression was aloof; every smile and gesture exuded elegance, captivating yet unapproachable.
They sat quietly in the VIP section, awaiting the wedding ceremony.
Beside them sat the High Elder of the Light Elves, an elderly man of about 80 years old named Guangzetian.
He had a long, white beard, wore a white robe, and looked incredibly holy.
Sitting in a row with Guangzetian were four Light Elves, all level 1000 beings.
They were all calm and composed, completely oblivious to the actions of those around them.
Behind Guangzetian sat a group of Fire Elves, each dressed in a red, form-fitting outfit that showcased their powerful muscles.
Leading them was the Fire Elves' Vice-Chief, named Huobaoyuan.
Huobaoyuan had a pointed snout and monkey-like face, a strong and imposing physique, and an air of authority.
The Fire Elves sitting in a row with him were also level 1000 beings.
Ten level 1000 god-level beings were more than enough to sweep aside the alliance of the Dwarves and Earth Elves.
All the Light and Fire clans attending the wedding were fearless and completely disregarded the Rebellion Alliance.
Huo Hou, dressed in a red groom's suit, held a bouquet of flowers, a smug smile on his lips.
He had been coveting Feng Yuxi's beauty for a long time, and today he could finally have his wish fulfilled; how could he not be happy?
At this moment, Feng Yuxi was still in the dressing room, having her makeup done by her queen mother.
Feng Yuxi wore a white, light, sheer wedding dress, every thread of which was inlaid with tiny diamonds, sparkling like stars.
The train at her back was like the tail of the wind, long and thin.
It was also adorned with crystal pendants, refracting iridescent light.
The veil on her head was thin and light, its edges embroidered with exquisite patterns, making Feng Yuxi appear utterly pure.
The Empress picked up a blush brush and gently swept it across Feng Yuxi's rosy cheeks, adding a touch of delicate color.
Her eyes were filled with tears, a smile playing on her lips, her voice slightly choked.
"Yuxi, you look so beautiful today."
Feng Yuxi looked at herself in the mirror, then at the Empress, and tightly grasped the Empress's hand.
She felt no sadness, only gratitude in her eyes.
"Thank you, Mother."
"From now on, we will definitely live a happy life."
Upon hearing this, the Empress's delicate body trembled slightly.
They would die after today; where would the happy life come from?
A thought flashed through her mind, and her pupils widened instantly, her grip on Feng Yuxi's small hand tightening nervously.
"Yuxi, what do you mean by that? Don't do anything foolish!"
Feng Yuxi smiled faintly and gently shook her head.
"Mom, I won't do anything foolish, and you'll both be fine."
"Yu Xi, don't hide anything from me, and don't do anything dangerous, okay?"
"Yes, Mom, don't worry, I won't do anything rash."
"You really aren't lying to me?"
"I'm really not lying."
"Then tell me, what did you mean just now?"
"Mom, I can't tell you yet, but you have to believe me. We will live happily ever after."
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The auspicious hour has arrived.
All the guests eagerly awaited the bride's entrance.
Music began, the music fairies played tunes, and flower fairies danced gracefully to welcome the bride.
Feng Yu Xi, dressed in a pure white dress, entered slowly, arm in arm with her father.
The Wind Fairy King's face was grave, his brows furrowed deeply.
He walked slowly, his steps heavy, as if afraid of missing this beautiful moment.
Feng Yuxi smiled gently and patted the arm the King was holding.
"Dad, do I look beautiful today?"
The worry between the Wind Elf King's brows immediately vanished, and he looked at Feng Yuxi with delight, softly saying,
"My darling daughter, you are always the most beautiful."
Feng Yuxi smiled sweetly.
"Hehe, Dad, do you know why I dressed up so beautifully today?"
The Wind Elf King was somewhat surprised and shook his head slightly.
Feng Yuxi gave a playful and cute look, giggling,
"Dad, because my most important family members are here today, so I want to look my best."
She paused, a shy expression on her face.
"Besides, my husband is here too, I have to show him my most beautiful side."
The Wind Elf King stared at Feng Yuxi in astonishment, completely unable to believe what she was saying.
When did Feng Yuxi and Huohou become so affectionate?
Although this was a good thing for Feng Yuxi, who would be all alone in the future, he still felt a sliver of disbelief.
"You…your husband?"
"Yes, my husband."
Feng Yuxi smiled radiantly, looking ahead and pointing a slender finger to the main wedding stage.
"Look~~my husband is here."
Upon hearing this, the Wind Elf King looked sadly at Huohou on the main wedding stage.
"It really is Huohou…"
He truly didn't know whether to laugh or cry; his feelings were incredibly complex.
Hearing the king's words, Feng Yuxi finally realized he had misunderstood.
"Dad, what are you saying? I was talking about above the sky."
"Above the sky?"
"Yes, look, that's my husband up there."
The Wind Elf King looked up slightly in surprise, and saw a strange figure in the sky.
"That is…"
"Hehe, Dad, that's my husband, my most beloved husband."