In the grand hall of the Zhen Clan, the various leaders and important figures of all the different powers across the South region were gathered, talking and conversing with each other and drinking exquisite wines.
Their faces were filled with joy and anticipation as they awaited the start of the grand occasion.
"I wonder which daughter the patriarch will choose for the young master as his first wife?" A young man, wearing elegant yet simple clothes, was chatting with an older man standing beside him.
The old man rubbed his white beard, pondering his words. "I think we shouldn't worry too much about that. Although many powerful families have sent their daughters to participate, all of them are nowhere near the qualifications of the young master. There is no doubt that the patriarch will choose someone from the major sects as his first wife."
"That's true." The younger man nodded his head, a small smile on his face. "With that, I won't have to worry about Fairy Yue getting snatched away."
The old man let out a cough, suppressing his laughter. "Young Master Sheng, you shouldn't speak of such things in public. Or it might offend one of the young talents who had his eyes set on Fairy Yue."
Sheng Jia, the one addressed by the old man, sneered. "Those insignificant ants? I'd like to see if anyone dares to speak in my presence! In this South region, only the young master of the Zhen Clan is above me, so others should know their place."
As he spoke, Sheng Jia looked over towards a man sitting in the corner. "Yang Heng is one of those. Hmph, if it wasn't for him being the grandson of Elder Xin, I'd have killed him already for trying to court my Yue'er!"
Hearing this, the old man shook his head in amusement. "You shouldn't be so quick to judge others, Young Master. As the saying goes, The highest tree in the forest is most likely to get hit by lightning."
"What does that have to do with me?" Sheng Jia tilted his head in confusion, seemingly lost. "Anyway, the highest tree in the forest right now is Young Master Zhen Yu from the Zhen Clan. So there's no need to worry."
After speaking, Sheng Jia glanced around the hall, sweeping over the young maidens who were present. "Well, there are quite a few beauties here tonight; it wouldn't be bad if I found someone to be my mistress. But it's unfortunate that none of them can match up to Yue'er's charms..."
While the young master was busy looking around, admiring the exquisite and graceful young women of noble families, the old man also swept his gaze over the crowd. "I wonder when the event will start? I thought it would have begun earlier than this, especially because today is so important."
In the midst of all this, the patriarch of the Zhen Clan was standing with his wife, Feng Yan, in his private chamber. He looked calm and serene, but his eyes held a hint of impatience.
"Where's Yu'er?" He couldn't help but ask. "I told him to not be late. What could be the problem?"
"Dear husband, I'll go and get him; he may have lost track of time or perhaps is caught up in some kind of important issue. There's no need to be anxious." Feng Yan shook her head with a smile on her face, her voice soothing and gentle, like a cool summer breeze.
The patriarch, Zhen Yi, frowned a bit as he nodded. "Very well, let's go together."
After speaking, both the people left their private chamber and headed for a distant place. They were like a pair of immortals, dignified and magnificent, radiating an aura of prestige.
As they reached the courtyard of Zhen Yu, Zhen Yi frowned again when he saw that the door was closed, and there was a faint voice coming from inside.
The patriarch narrowed his eyes and looked at Feng Yan with a questioning look.
Seeing his expression, Feng Yan smiled in response. Her expression was a mix of amusement and helplessness. "Dear husband, your son has been away for a long time. We can understand him if he wants to have some fun after all."
"I know. But at this important moment, can't he hold back for a bit? He should know that being the heir to the Zhen Clan means a lot and is not something to be taken lightly." Zhen Yi sighed, shaking his head. Then he turned towards the door and called out in a loud voice, "Yu'er, come out already and stop wasting time with these insignificant matters!"
After calling out, he waited a few moments, but there was no response from inside the room. Instead, the noise and the sounds continued.
"That rascal." Zhen Yi growled, raising his hand. Then, without warning, a powerful gust of wind crashed against the wooden door, smashing it into pieces.
"Huh?" At this moment, Feng Yan felt an uneasy feeling rise up within her. Her instincts were telling her that something wasn't right. But before she could even think about it, she found the shattered remains of the door scattered on the ground, revealing the two people inside the room.
Inside, a man was lying on top of a woman, with his head buried in her neck, his hands holding her waist and moving in an intimate manner. They were both naked, their bare bodies revealed in all their glory.
But that wasn't what shocked Feng Yan the most. It was the person lying beneath the man, whose face was as pale as snow, with a look of pain and sadness reflected on it.
Her eyes were filled with tears, which continued to pour out like a flowing river, wetting her cheeks and the soft silk mattress she was lying on.
And the man on top of her, who was busy indulging in her body, had a vicious expression on his face as if he was enjoying this.
Seeing this scene made Feng Yan's heart skip a beat, and she couldn't help but cry out, "Yu'er!!!!!! What are you doing?!?!?"