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He nodded, his expression blank, only responding with a sound. The simple and beautiful sunlight cast a tacit warmth over the few people present, and no one spoke, knowing that saying more would be futile.
After sending off Madam Jiang and Jiang Yating, dusk had already fallen.
The table was filled with an array of colorful dishes. He looked at the neatly arranged plates across from him; if Mo Su were still here, that would be her place. He scooped up a translucent dumpling, blew on it lightly to cool it down, placed it in the empty bowl in the center, and pushed it across the table. The lonely chair was piled high with the dishes he had served her, and he smiled faintly, mocking his own heartbeat.
Xiao Jing and the recently arrived Deputy Officer Shen were watching silently from a distance. Even someone as dignified as Deputy Officer Shen couldn't help but feel moisture at the corners of his eyes. He remembered clearly how the Young Mistress had returned to Shanghai alone back then; the Young Master had been like this. Every day he had the kitchen prepare her favorite dishes, hoping that one day she would come back.
Back then, the Young Master still had some hope; now it only added to the sorrow.
Eating at a leisurely pace, several maids finished clearing the dishes. He stood up straight, the hardwood chair scraping sharply against the floor. Ignoring it, he tightened the cuffs of his military uniform, his boots shining under the bright lights. Xiao Jing exchanged glances with him, prompting Shen Mingliang to step forward and inquire.
"Young Master, this is the guest list you drafted; please take a careful look to see if anyone is missing."
His bright gaze swept lightly over the thin sheet of paper. He examined it closely, relaxed his furrowed brow, and said, "Send a telegram to everyone on this list, asking them to arrive in Ning Tian City by next Monday. If they cannot make it in time, have them notify me so I can send a private plane to pick them up."
Shen Mingliang listened in confusion; wasn't the wedding scheduled for this Sunday? Why was it necessary for guests to arrive by next Monday? Wouldn't that mean they would miss the wedding? Moreover, he had thought the Young Master was indifferent about the wedding; he never expected him to take such a serious attitude about it, even going so far as to arrange a private plane.
"What? Did you not understand?" Shangguan Shaoyi raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp and his voice cool.
"Yes!" A soldier simply needed to obey orders. He stood at attention and saluted, his footsteps echoing in the empty and cold room.
When Mo Su was still around, he felt time passed quickly; before he could fully enjoy her warmth, he had to rush back to headquarters to strategize. Now that Mo Su was gone, he no longer had any reason to busy himself with daily comings and goings. Time played tricks on him; each tick of the clock echoed in his ears like a series of symbols.
A long week passed just like that; if it weren't for Xiao Jing's reminder, he would have forgotten that today was the day of the wedding.
Dressed in a suit, with a gun at his waist, his cold gaze revealed no warmth. He arrived at the church precisely on time.
Jiang Shaohao was already waiting at the door with Jiang Yating. He stood at attention and saluted, his lips tightly pressed together, which made Jiang Shaohao feel somewhat uncomfortable. He hurriedly said, "Today is the wedding; there is no need for you to salute, as we will be family from now on."
He did not respond or look at the blush that could not be concealed beneath Jiang Yating's veil. As her icy arm climbed up his, a fleeting sharpness flashed in his pitch-black eyes, but he skillfully concealed it. His steps were quick and anxious, forcing Jiang Yating to jog to keep up with him.
Deputy Officer Shen followed closely behind him, observing the arriving guests. He was taken aback; all these guests were invited by the Jiang family, while the only guests from the young commander’s side were himself, Shangguan Yiting, and Zhu Yefeng. He couldn't help but wonder why the list given to him by the young commander was not a guest list and what purpose it served.
The priest welcomed the two individuals with differing intentions. After observing their expressions, he felt somewhat troubled. However, having seen many unwilling wedding scenes before, he chose to ignore it and lowered his head to speak softly, "I will ask both of you the same question; it is a long question, so please wait until I finish before answering. Mr. Shangguan, do you take Miss Jiang Yating as your wife, to live together according to the teachings of the Bible, to become one before God with her, to love her, comfort her, respect her, protect her as you love yourself? In sickness and in health, in wealth or poverty, will you remain faithful to her until you leave this world?"
His lips curled coldly upward. Despite undergoing countless psychological hypnosis sessions, he still could not act as if nothing had happened and utter any promise to any woman other than Mo Su.
He slightly turned his head and felt the dazzling light burning his dark pupils. Yet there was a faint fragrance in the air that seemed reminiscent of Mo Su's scent. He was momentarily stunned—had Mo Su arrived?
He seemed to sense her presence because everything changed when she was around.
He looked around but met the curious gazes of those watching; memories of bright smiles and clear water-like eyes lingered in his mind but faded from reality.
Jiang Yating coughed a few times before he snapped back to reality but remained silent, facing the cool air in silence.
The priest was perceptive and quickly reacted; he then looked at Jiang Yating and said, "Mr. Shangguan has already tacitly agreed. Now may I ask Miss Jiang Yating if you are willing to marry Mr. Shangguan as your husband, to live together according to the teachings of the Bible, to become one before God with him, to love him, comfort him, respect him, protect him as you love yourself? In sickness and in health, in wealth or poverty, will you remain faithful to him until you leave this world?"
She trembled slightly; her delicate fingers clenched into a fist as she lowered her eyes and lightly bit her red lips before saying softly, "I do!"
The priest nodded with satisfaction, secretly wiping the sweat from his forehead. "Now it's time to exchange rings as a token of marriage. The rings are made of gold, symbolizing that you will give your most precious love to each other, like the most valuable gift. Gold never rusts and never fades, representing that your love will last forever. They are round, symbolizing completeness and eternity. They will never break."
Shangguan Shaoyi picked up the ring from the tray, and under the sunlight, the way he lowered his gaze seemed to stretch infinitely in her eyes, like a slow-motion replay. Suddenly, a sweet feeling surged within her, a sensation she had never experienced before. Looking at the ring on her ring finger, she smiled brightly and picked up the other one, preparing to put it on Shangguan Shaoyi.
Shangguan Shaoyi raised his cold eyes. Shen Deputy Officer had seemingly been prepared for this moment and stepped forward to salute, saying, "Young Marshal! The time has come; please head to the command center immediately. The military meeting has already started!"
He glanced indifferently at the ring in Jiang Yating's hand and said in a detached tone, "You keep this ring for now; just bring it home for me later. I have important matters to attend to, Father!"
"Oh, yes!" The priest hurriedly replied. "By the authority granted to us by the Holy Scriptures, I declare you husband and wife, never to be separated."
Shangguan Shaoyi nodded slightly without even looking at Jiang Yating. He passed by Jiang Shaohao, who wore a serious expression, and gave a slight salute. "Commander-in-Chief, I must take my leave."
Since this was a political marriage, Jiang Shaohao did not have many demands; however, seeing Shangguan Shaoyi's lack of cooperation inevitably displeased him and made him feel disrespected. "What could be so urgent that you can't even hold the wedding properly!?"
Shangguan Shaoyi smiled silently, his gaze sharp and his brows bright. "A few days ago, Northwest's Ruan Yu suddenly attacked; surely the Commander-in-Chief is aware? My men have severely injured him, and I am about to issue orders for pursuit. As for how to deal with him, I still need to hold a meeting to think it over."
"Oh?" Jiang Shaohao's murky gaze brightened slightly with excitement. "Then hurry along!"
Shangguan Shaoyi gave a cold smile without changing his fierce demeanor and stepped out the door.
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