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Due to this disgraceful event, their wedding date was very close. If they found someone who could help them figure out the auspicious day, they could get married next week.

From the incident to the wedding, it had been less than ten days. It had to be said that Bai Tong had been decisive in his actions, preserving both the reputation of the Residence of Marshal and Bai Lihua's face.

But...

Leng Quan Ling stood on the second floor's counter and looked at the other side. In her hand was a cup of water, which had long since changed from being boiling hot to not having any temperature at all.

On the surface, they seemed to be engaged in a marriage. However, these two marriages were not for each other, and would even become a trigger for their hatred. Once it erupted, it would be uncontrollable.

Although Meng Yujun had broken her teeth and swallowed her blood, there was nothing she could do about it. She could only busily prepare the dowry for her daughter, trying her best to do what she could.

The Handsome Manor's wedding was a joyous occasion in itself, but it had been turned into a funeral. From the young lord to the old lady, they were all unhappy. The servants were all trembling with fear, fearing that the slightest mishap would bring disaster upon themselves.

Soon, the wedding day would arrive.

Leng Quan Ling did not receive the invitation to attend, so she could just hide here and enjoy the peace and quiet. It would be better not to go to a wedding like this. If they were to fight, there was less of a need to eat a gun.

Although the time for the wedding ceremony was short, there was not a single missing rule. The Residence of Marshal had been bustling from morning until night, with an endless stream of guests coming and going.

How beautiful! Leng Quan Ling stood at the door and looked up. Normally, when she met the flower, she wouldn't be as pretty as this place.

Cluster after cluster of fireworks flew into the sky before blossoming into the air. Accompanied by everyone's shocked cries, they disappeared without a trace. They were magnificent, almost lighting up the entire sky.

"Mom, I'll definitely find you. I swear."

Facing Hua Li and silently praying, the Cold Spring Spirit opened her eyes again and saw a person standing in front of her.

She was very familiar with this person, but also very unfamiliar with him. What was familiar was that they once faced each other without any concealment. What was strange was that even though their bodies intersected, she didn't understand the man in front of her at all.

"You're crying?"

Bai spoke suddenly, his hoarse voice muffled by the sounds of fireworks behind him. He walked towards her step by step, his dark green military cloak fluttering in the wind.

If he had not been for nothing, if it had been any other man in the world who slowly walked towards her under the contrast of such beautiful fireworks, she might have fallen in love with him because of this scene.

But the truth was that the man in front of her had almost shot her a few days ago. There had never been any love between them, only hatred.

It was only when Bai JIangran walked closer that Leng Quan discovered that he was wearing a bloodstained military uniform under his loose cloak.

Leng Quan Ling didn't need to think to know that it was someone's blood. If it was spilled like that, that person's soul would have already left his body.

"You killed Leng Yujiang?"

Leng Quan Ling did not reply to Bai Jiran's question. She lifted the corner of her mouth and asked with a ridiculing tone.

Xiao Bai did not say anything. Instead, he walked over with big strides. Without saying anything, he carried the Coldspring Spirit. He turned around and entered the villa, heading straight to his bedroom.