“Shiyi, watch out!”

“Long Shiyi, be careful!”

“Eleventh Brother.”

In an instant, everyone’s heart leapt into their throat.

“Jian Yi, stop!” Feng Jiu’er shot up from her seat.

Di Wu Ya grabbed her arm, about to step forward to intervene, when Jian Yi suddenly changed the direction of his blade.

At the critical moment, Jian Yi withdrew his long sword, landing it steadily on the ground.

Only a strip of red gauze, sliced through by the passing blade’s wind, drifted slowly to the floor.

Everything had settled, but the fear on everyone’s faces hadn’t fully faded.

Everyone knew what kind of person Jian Yi was — he would never deliberately harm anyone present.

Was it a mistake? Jian Yi’s swordsmanship was flawless — how could such an error occur?

Perhaps, forced to choose between Jian Yi’s character and his swordsmanship, everyone chose to trust his character more.

“Eleventh Brother, are you alright?” Gong Xing’er rushed over and grabbed Long Shiyi’s sword hand.

Only then did Long Shiyi pull his gaze away from Jian Yi. He exhaled softly and shook his head.

“Don’t worry! I’m fine!”

But just now, in that final instant, he had felt killing intent — genuine killing intent.

Why would Jian Yi want to kill him? Long Shiyi couldn’t make sense of it at all.

Feng Jiu’er stared unblinkingly at Jian Yi, then finally sat back down slowly.

“This round goes to Jian Yi!” Yu Jingfeng composed himself and announced with a smile.

Feng Jiu’er’s mind was elsewhere, and she barely participated in what followed.

Eventually, after the newlyweds handed out red envelopes to everyone present, the large group set off toward Di Wu Ya’s residence.

Everyone was in high spirits, seemingly having already forgotten Jian Yi’s slip-up earlier.

As night fell, the grand estate was lit up bright inside and out, bustling with energy.

Drinking wasn’t allowed at this critical time, so the brothers went around pouring tea for everyone from jug after jug — but even with just tea, everyone was delighted.

Today was the wedding day for the two masters of the house, and everyone wore bright smiles.

Di Wu Ya was outside attending to the many brothers, while Feng Jiu’er sat with everyone in the courtyard to eat.

Several tables of people filled the courtyard.

Feng Jiu’er sat at the innermost table, with two tables separating her from Jian Yi’s seat.

The red bridal veil had already been lifted, and Feng Jiu’er had changed into a more relaxed set of clothes; the phoenix crown on her head had also been swapped for one set with diamonds.

“Jiu’er, why do you keep looking at Jian Yi?” Xiao Yingtao asked after taking a few bites of food, looking up at Feng Jiu’er.

Qiao Mu frowned slightly but said nothing.

“Jiu’er, are you still thinking about how Big Brother Jian Yi almost hurt Eleventh Brother today? He definitely didn’t mean it.” Gong Xing’er was still holding a chicken leg in her hand.

“Big Brother Jian Yi definitely isn’t that kind of person.” Yue Qinchun glanced at Jian Yi as well.

“Actually, Big Brother Jian Yi looks a bit pitiful — he’s probably just reluctant to see Jiu’er get married.”

Feng Jiu’er pulled her gaze back and looked up.

Sensing her gaze, Qiao Mu looked up. “If something’s wrong, just ask.”

“What’s going on with Jian Yi?” Feng Jiu’er furrowed her brow slightly. “Tell me the truth.”

“He really was out of contact for a while, but wasn’t he found again?” Qiao Mu also glanced toward Jian Yi.

“As for where he went, or where Zhao Yusheng found him, I don’t know either.”

Hearing this, Feng Jiu’er’s expression grew even more serious.

Qiao Mu sighed and nudged Feng Jiu’er’s shoulder with her elbow.

“Whatever it is, let’s talk about it after tonight — today is your and the Prince’s wedding day.”

“Your Prince is stingy enough as it is — if he finds out you’re mooning over another man today, his face is sure to look sour!”