Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

Chapter 681 Extra: 3 Weddings (1)

Lu Qingtong had imagined her wedding countless times in her mind.

She always imagined herself holding Qin Jiyu's hand, with the brightest, most radiant smile, stepping into a new chapter of her life. In her fantasy, Qin Jiyu was initially a tall, upright young man, but later he was confined to a wheelchair…

Later, even the illusion of the wedding vanished—all she wanted to do was elope with him and escape from the Lu family, who saw her as a pawn in their marriage alliance.

But she never imagined that her Qin Jiyu was actually a person destined for great fortune.

He not only rose again and became stronger, but he even—became a god.

That day, Qin Jiyu returned hastily from afar. His robes were still dusty with stardust, and his brows showed signs of weariness from his journey, yet he went straight to her.

Lu Qingtong felt a slight tightness in her heart, thinking that he was about to say something resolute about how different people are and how they should part ways—after all, over the years, their connection had become as thin as mist.

But she never expected that the once naive but now composed young man had a light in his eyes that she couldn't quite make out, yet it warmed her heart.

He took out a ring from his mustard seed bag; it was simple in design, yet it shone brightly.

"What kind of treasure is this?" she asked softly.

“It’s not a magical artifact,” he said in a low, husky voice, but his gaze was intense. “It’s just an ordinary ring.”

She wasn't annoyed by its "ordinary" appearance; instead, she was drawn to its dazzling light: "What are those sparkly things on it? They're so beautiful."

“It’s a diamond,” he answered hastily, his ears turning slightly red. “People in that world say… ‘A diamond is forever.’ Just like… how I feel about you.”

If it weren't for the constraints of his divine status, he would have already knelt on one knee like the men of that world, offering his lifelong love to her.

"Qingtong," his voice trembled slightly, "let's get married."

This undying King of the Underworld, who was usually cold and majestic in front of countless souls, was now as shy as a young boy.

He couldn't wait any longer.

He knew that people coming to the Lu family every day to propose marriage had worn down their doorstep.

Even if the crackdown isn't over yet, he still wants to become her husband.

Looking at his awkward expression, Lu Qingtong suddenly burst out laughing.

"Have you thought this through?" She smiled mischievously. "I am now the head of the Lu family. If we are to get married, you will have to marry into my family."

"So be it if I marry into the family," he said without hesitation. "The Qin family can be handed over to Qin Xiaorong or Qin Ye from now on. I am already a free man."

His tone was urgent, as if he was afraid she would change her mind.

The girl's smile was like a flower in bloom, like a spring breeze caressing the softest corner of one's heart.

She suddenly tiptoed and gently kissed his ear:

“Okay, my…” she said softly, with a sweet smile, “my husband.”

Qin Jiyu's face turned bright red instantly, and she stood there stunned.

The ring had already been nimbly taken away by her.

Lu Qingtong ran shyly back to her room.

She had already embroidered her wedding dress by hand, with a bright red background and gold thread patterns, every stitch revealing the daughter's heartfelt thoughts.

a few days later.

did not expect.

My little sister Youyou actually smiled and said that she would make a wedding dress for her by hand.

Lu Qingtong almost immediately wanted to cut up the original one.

She had seen the clothes that Youyou made for Tutu and Xiaoyueliang, with clouds as the thread and rosy hues as the dye—dreams that earthly weavers could never achieve.

Fortunately, Youyou stopped her, saying with a smile, "This wedding dress is so meaningful, it would be a shame to cut it up. How about I alter it for you?"

She was so happy she almost cried.

How could it not be good?

Adorned with clouds and rainbows, and stitched with stars and moon, the goddess herself sewed together her mortal heart's desires—this is perhaps the most tender wedding dress in the world.

■

Song Yuzhi hadn't really cared much about her wedding dress.

She had a straightforward personality and thought the wedding was just a formality. But when Qin Youyou brought over the wedding dress that had been specially prepared for her, her eyes lit up.

Unlike Lu Qingtong's exquisite and elaborate design, hers was clean and crisp, with a calm and dignified red color. It was embroidered with some cloud patterns and stars in silver thread, making her look exceptionally tall and spirited, exuding a dashing and heroic air.

She had just changed her clothes and was looking at herself in the bronze mirror when there was a gentle knock on the door.

"Fish Weaving?" It was Wei Yun's gentle voice.

"Come in," she replied, turning to look at him.

Wei Yun pushed open the door and entered, holding a slender sandalwood box in his hands.

Today, he also changed into the groom's suit that Youyou had given him, which made him look exceptionally handsome and spirited. His eyes and brows carried his usual gentle and scholarly air, but he also had a brighter look than usual.

He looked up at Song Yuzhi, and his steps unconsciously stopped.

My gaze fell upon her; her unique wedding dress perfectly accentuated her usual dashing spirit, adding an indescribable radiance to her beauty.

Wei Yun felt his breath catch slightly, and the composure he usually displayed when discussing business and poetry instantly froze. He forgot what he was going to say, and only felt his ears burning slightly.

Seeing his expression, Song Yuzhi couldn't help but smile, crossed her arms, and raised an eyebrow: "What's wrong with Boss Wei? You just came in with a box and stood there like an idiot, don't you recognize me?"

Wei Yun then came to his senses, smiled somewhat embarrassedly, stepped forward, and solemnly handed over the wooden box in his hand.

"Here you go." His voice was gentle, with a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Song Yuzhi took the box; it felt heavy in her hand. Curious, she opened it and saw a long sword lying quietly on a dark velvet cushion.

The scabbard is a deep purple, made of neither gold nor jade, with a surface that flows with a soft, star-like luster. It feels warm to the touch, yet one can faintly sense the power within.

“This is…” She looked up, somewhat surprised.

"It was forged using purified Star Clan bone powder, combined with several rare materials," Wei Yun explained, his gaze fixed on the sword, his tone serious.

“I know you’ve always liked these things. This sword… it’s still sharp, but the ferocity has vanished, and it now contains the pure power of the stars. I think it’s worthy of you.”

Moreover, it was cast by his own hands while he was learning casting from Youyou.

He was of average talent, but this sword, under his careful forging, turned out to be quite good.

The Star Clan's bone powder is an excellent material for forging weapons, which allowed this sword to reach the level of a mid-grade divine weapon after being tempered.

Song Yuzhi's heart skipped a beat.

She carefully gripped the hilt of the sword; it felt wonderful in her hand, with just the right weight, as if it had been made for her.

With a "whoosh," she slowly drew her sword. The cold light was like water, sharp yet not dazzling. The sword was translucent, with hidden starlight flowing through it. Indeed, it had no trace of bloodthirstiness or ferocity, but rather a vast and pure aura.

She was no stranger to powerful weapons, but this was the first time she had ever received a gift that combined strength and beauty, as if it had been tailor-made for her.

The solemn manner in which the person giving the gift made her heart soften slightly.

"What a fine sword!" she exclaimed sincerely, her fingertips gently tracing the cool blade. When she looked up at Wei Yun, her eyes shone brightly. "I really like this gift."

Seeing that she liked it, Wei Yun's smile deepened, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you like it."

Song Yuzhi carefully put the sword back into the box and placed it aside. She then turned around, picked up a scroll of drawings from the desk, and handed it to Wei Yun.

"What a coincidence, I also prepared a gift for you."

Wei Yun took it with some surprise, unfolded it, and found it to be a detailed and neat architectural drawing.

The painting depicts an elegant bamboo house nestled deep within a secluded bamboo forest. A stream flows outside the window, and inside, bookshelves are neatly arranged, and writing implements are readily available, creating a refined and comfortable ambiance.

“I recently acquired a quiet bamboo grove by the stream in the west of the city. I’ve built you a study there,” she said cheerfully, with a hint of thoughtfulness. “I know you can’t live without books and ink, so you’ll have a good place to escape to quiet places, write articles, or meet with fellow writers.”

Wei Yun looked at the blueprints, his eyes flashing with obvious surprise and emotion.

He looked up at Song Yuzhi, his gaze softening considerably: "You even thought of this... This gift is just what I wanted. Thank you, Yuzhi."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and the air was filled with a tacit understanding and warmth that needed no words.

Looking at his handsome profile and the genuine joy in his eyes, Song Yuzhi suddenly remembered that she had initially treated him differently simply because he was the son of General Wan, whom she admired.

But later, General Wan collapsed from poisoning, and the family underwent a drastic change. She secretly observed him and saw that this former noble young man had not succumbed to resentment. He concealed his sharpness, and the scholar's pride and integrity remained undiminished.

The high-rise building collapsed, but he stood upright and calmly amidst the ruins.

It was this resilience and clarity that remained untainted despite being in the mud that gradually transformed her initial concern into genuine admiration and attraction.

Seeing his genuine joy at receiving a gift that suited his taste, a feeling of warmth and comfort quietly spread through me.

Wei Yun seemed to notice her gaze, turned his head, and asked gently, "What's wrong?"

“It’s nothing,” Song Yuzhi smiled casually, tapping her fingertip on the drawing. “I just feel that this study is perfect for you. Just like you, you seem mild-mannered, but you have a deep mind and can’t be confused by a messy place.”

Wei Yun was slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then a genuine smile and a sense of gratitude welled up in his eyes. He understood what she meant and was deeply grateful for this rare understanding and appreciation.

"Thank you," he said softly, his gaze falling on her bright eyes and her elegant wedding dress. His tone was sincere yet tinged with a rare hint of teasing. "I'm so lucky to have met such a soulmate in this life."

Song Yuzhi's heart skipped a beat at these words, but she just laughed and patted his shoulder: "Good to know!"

She picked up the sandalwood box, held it close to her chest, and cherished it dearly.

Wei Yun smiled and shook his head, carefully putting away the precious blueprint.

■

Compared to the subtlety of human courtship, animal courtship is always direct and passionate.

With daily meticulous care, the bald tail feathers finally grew back.

He cried out, tears streaming down his face, "Ah, finally!"

I finally have the face to see Little Moon.

He transformed into his perfect beast form, spreading his enormous wings and long tail feathers, and flew towards the direction of the dimensional evolution tree.

As the baby tree grew up, the place became a paradise for birds, and Little Moon loved to perch among the emerald green, shimmering branches.

He was also accompanied by Helan Yinling and other students from the Mud Leg Sect, so he felt at ease.

His desire to see his girlfriend was like an arrow shot from a bow, flying even faster than he could.

however……

A massive dimensional evolution tree came into view.

Before he could land gracefully, the scene before his eyes made his face freeze and the pressure around him drop instantly!

His girlfriend was surrounded by several flamboyant male peacocks, each displaying its magnificent plumage!

Those creatures, each with its tail feathers spread wide like giant fans, almost blinding the birds, and constantly emitting all sorts of noisy calls.

His girlfriend sat with her legs dangling among the lush vines, wearing a pure white evening gown that her master had personally tailored for her. The layers of light gauze were dreamlike and made her look like an exquisite porcelain doll untouched by worldly affairs.

She seemed amused by the peacocks, her eyes crinkling with laughter as she let out a soft, bell-like chuckle.

Baldy felt a surge of inexplicable anger rush to the top of his head.

With a sudden flap of his enormous black and gold wings, he crashed down between Little Moon and the male peacocks like a blazing sun falling.

The golden crow unleashed its divine power, directly pressing the male peacocks to the ground.

The next moment, a dazzling golden light flashed, and the enormous golden crow disappeared.

Instead, there was a tall, upright young man with a healthy wheat-colored complexion.

He wore a perfectly tailored, elegant, pure black tailcoat that accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, giving him a distinguished air.

Her long, black hair, reaching her ankles, was not tied up, but cascaded down her back like a flamboyant waterfall of ink, adding to her wild and unrestrained demeanor.

Those dark golden pupils were burning with obvious anger as they coldly swept over the peacocks trembling on the ground.

He parted his thin lips slightly and uttered a single, cold word: "Get out."

A wave of air rose.

The male peacocks, as if granted a pardon, ran away in a panic, their feathers falling to the ground in disarray from the word "run."

Several bald chickens fled in panic.

Baldy turned around with a cold smile, his gaze falling on Little Moon, who was looking at him with innocent, wide eyes, as if she were a little frightened.

He approached step by step, the hem of his tuxedo fluttering in the breeze, carrying a strong sense of pressure.

He leaned down slightly, his dark golden eyes fixed on her, his voice low and carrying a hint of danger: "Little female, you've been quite the player while I was away, haven't you? Hmm?"

Little Moon blinked her clear, large eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings. She seemed still somewhat stunned by the sudden turn of events, opening her mouth to explain, "Bald Baldy, I..."

She was simply following her sister Ying Cancan's advice to look at more males, which made her feel better.

Before I could finish speaking, I felt a tightness around my waist, and in a dizzying moment, I was lifted up horizontally in my arms!

"Hey! Baldy! What are you doing!" she exclaimed, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Don't call me Baldy!" He hugged her, and a pair of huge, dark, gilded wings suddenly unfolded behind him. With a slight flap, he lifted her into the sky at an astonishing speed.

The wind whistled in his ears, but he clearly corrected himself, "My mother and my master have given me a new name!"

He held Little Moon in his arms, facing the strong winds high in the sky, and asked curiously, "New name? What's it called?"

He looked down; in his arms, the little female's eyes reflected the sky and clouds. The jealousy and anger he'd felt moments before had inexplicably dissipated, and a triumphant smile involuntarily curved his lips as he loudly announced:

"Whoosh! How about that? Isn't it much better than Baldy?!"

Little Moon couldn't help but burst out laughing when she saw his smug expression that said, "Praise me!" Her eyes curved into beautiful crescent moons.

"What are you laughing at!" Baldy, no, Wuwu was a little embarrassed and angry, his ears turned slightly red, but he hugged her even tighter and flapped his wings to fly towards the higher and farther clouds.

"Okay, okay, Lord Wuwu!" Little Moon laughed and hugged him tightly, her voice clear and crisp. "So, where are you taking me now?"

"Hmph, go back to Phoenix Ridge, acknowledge your ancestors, and remarry!"

"...that's great."