Extraordinary Evil God

2

At this moment, he was dressed in a bright red wedding robe, with the room adorned in red silk and “Double Happiness” symbols hanging all around—a festive arrangement prepared the previous evening by his grandfather, Xiao Lie, and his young aunt, Xiao Lingxi. This was his usual room, now transformed into a bridal chamber.

Just then, the door swung open, and a lithe figure rushed in. Xiao Che quickly stood and smiled, calling, “Little Aunt, has Grandfather returned?”

Xiao Lingxi, though his aunt, was only fifteen, a year younger than Xiao Che. Born to Xiao Lie later in life, she was delicate and beautiful, already at the sixth level of the Elementary Profound Realm—a level highly respected within the Xiao Clan, though not yet comparable to Xia Qingyue’s brilliance.

“Ah, Che’er, you’re awake.”

A gentle voice sounded as Xiao Lie stepped inside, his expression easing as he saw Xiao Che up and looking well. He was followed by two others—Xiao Hong, the steward who attended to Xiao Che’s daily needs, and Situ Yun, the most renowned physician in Floating Cloud City.

“It’s good that you’re awake, and you seem well. But let Master Situ check on you—today is your wedding day, and no mistakes can be allowed. Master Situ, if you please.” Xiao Lie moved aside as Situ Yun opened his medical kit, placing his fingers lightly on Xiao Che’s pulse before withdrawing them a moment later.

“Master Situ, how is Xiao Che? Is it serious?” Xiao Lingxi asked anxiously, her worry evident.

Xiao Lie’s eyes remained fixed on Situ Yun, though he said nothing; his expression was equally grave. He could sense that Xiao Che’s sudden fainting spell was no ordinary matter.

Situ Yun, however, stood and smiled. “There’s no need for concern, Elder Xiao. The young master is in perfect health—not a trace of illness. The fainting spell may simply have been caused by excitement. After all, he’s marrying the former heiress of the Xia family, Floating Cloud City’s most beautiful young lady.”

Though Situ Yun attempted to mask it, his tone held a faint trace of regret. Such a remarkable woman marrying someone with no talent and no future was indeed hard to accept.

“That’s good to hear,” Xiao Lie said, exhaling in relief. “Thank you for coming so early, Master Situ. Old Hong, please see Master Situ to the guest hall.”

“No need.” Situ Yun raised a hand, picking up his kit. “Since the young master is well, I’ll take my leave. Congratulations, Elder Xiao, on gaining such an extraordinary granddaughter-in-law—many will envy you. Farewell.”

“Be sure to come later for a cup of wedding wine. Old Hong, show Master Situ out.”

“Che’er, are you truly all right? Any discomfort at all?” The moment Situ Yun departed, Xiao Lie’s brow furrowed again, his worry unrelenting. Xiao Che’s sudden collapse, the abrupt drop in temperature, the seeming loss of vitality—none of this could be attributed to mere excitement. Yet Xiao Che seemed perfectly fine now, leaving him deeply puzzled.