“Go get ready,” Di Wu Ya said, dropping the words as the corner of his mouth curved up, striding forward on his long legs.

Yu Jingfeng was stunned for a moment before reacting immediately.

“Yes!” He turned back and waved his hand. “Come on, let’s go, go, go.”

Before he even finished speaking, Yu Jingfeng had already rushed ahead.

Having only just managed to pull off the perfect proposal, now suddenly there was to be a formal wedding as well—not only was Yu Jingfeng anxious, but everyone present was anxious too.

On the way back, inside the carriage, Xiao Yingtao asked for the third time.

“Jiu’er, is it really today? Are you two really getting married today? I was just saying it casually—are you serious?”

“It’s already the hour of the monkey [3-5 PM]—how could there possibly be enough time?”

“I trust the lord. If he says it can be done, it will be done.” Yue Qinchun moved over and sat beside Feng Jiu’er.

“Jiu’er, trust us—we will definitely make you the most beautiful bride.”

“Jiu’er is already beautiful; she doesn’t need to do anything,” Qiao Mu said, raising an eyebrow.

Having had a child herself, she now knew how difficult motherhood was.

If she hadn’t left little Xiao Xiaojiang in Tang Xiaohua’s care, she would have even missed out on her good sister’s happy occasion.

“So what do we need to do now?” Xiao Yingtao asked.

Xiao Yingtao was very excited—she loved excitement more than anything.

Having finally waited for the most exciting moment, she jumped to her feet again, thrilled.

“Go back, and wait.” Feng Jiu’er stood up with perfect composure and went to lift the carriage curtain.

Xiao Yingtao came up behind her and asked, “Looking for someone?”

“Where did Jian Yi go?” Feng Jiu’er put the curtain back down and turned around.

“Isn’t Jian Yi here?” Xiao Yingtao frowned. “I just saw him a moment ago.”

Feng Jiu’er returned to her seat and sat down.

“So, Jian Yi was there at the very beginning too?”

She hadn’t been mistaken—but he had left.

Feng Jiu’er wasn’t certain how Jian Yi felt about her, but she knew she held a very important place in his heart.

That fool—where had he gone? She hoped he hadn’t gone and gotten stuck in his own head again.

“He did go,” Xiao Yingtao said, nodding slightly. “At the time, Long Shiyi came over and told everyone to go, and I remember Jian Yi went too.”

“But just now, it really did seem like I didn’t see him.”

“I didn’t see him either,” Yue Qinchun shook her head.

“Didn’t notice,” Qiao Mu sighed. “Jiu’er’s getting married, and Jian Yi running off—that’s only natural.”

Feng Jiu’er shot Qiao Mu a look and said, “It’s all your faults for showing Jian Yi so little care—that’s why he’s put all his attention on me.”

“We do care about Brother Jian Yi, but he doesn’t pay us any mind.” Yue Qinchun pouted.

Ever since falling for Feng Yinan, Yue Qinchun had treated Jian Yi like an elder brother, with no other feelings involved.

“That’s just how Brother Jian Yi is—who could ever get close to him?” Duan Liuyang said, pursing her lips in agreement.

“Jiu’er, Jian Yi wouldn’t really have left for good, would he?” Xiao Yingtao frowned.

“These are extraordinary times—if he fell into an enemy’s trap, that would be trouble.”

Feng Jiu’er composed herself and raised her eyes to meet Xiao Yingtao’s gaze.

“Have Xing Zizhou keep an eye out—he shouldn’t have gone far. Right now the one I’m most worried about is Chen Hong. If she isn’t dead, she will surely come back.”

“Jiu’er, did my mother tell you something? Is Chen Hong really still alive?” Yue Qinchun asked.

“No news at all,” Feng Jiu’er shook her head. “Later, once the war started, I told Sister Hua to stop spending manpower and resources searching for her.”

“Jiu’er’s right—if she’s not dead, she’ll definitely show up again,” Qiao Mu said, frowning, her hand unconsciously pressing against her belly.

“Feng Jiu’er, is there any way to speed up the healing of this wound of mine? So I can get back on the battlefield soon.”