Venerable Demon King & The Doting Immortal (QT) novel Chapter 478

Chapter 478: Wedding day 2

Reluctance washed over Xiang Yu, his fingers brushing the cool metal of the ring on his finger. Yet, reassured by the steward’s promise, he released it into the old man’s hand. "Fine," he conceded, a small sigh escaping his lips.

The steward clutched the ring with care, then turned back to the maids. "Make sure His Majesty looks even more stunning. I don’t want those old farts in the advisory council saying anything negative," he added with a hint of playful mischief.

Xiang Yu chuckled softly, a lightness blooming in his heart. "They will still have something negative to say," he replied, amused.

"Then I will cut off their tongues," the steward quipped, his eyes glinting with jest.

Xiang Yu blinked in surprise, his heart unexpectedly touched. The moment reminded him of Old Song and his master, who had cared for him deeply. He settled into the chair, patiently allowing the maids to finish with his hair while visions of Han Xin danced in his mind.

Meanwhile, Han Xin faced his communicator, his expression a mix of confusion and yearning. The last time he had seen Xiang Yu was two days ago, when Marshal Wu had insisted they separate for preparation.

An uneasy feeling churned in his stomach. Judging by the marshal’s stern demeanor, it felt as if the man reveled in their separation, savoring every moment of it.

Though Han Xin could have called or sent a message, today, the silence was unbearable. "Why hasn’t he replied?" he murmured to himself, frustration lining his voice.

From across the room, Han Zhan caught the hint of anxiety written across Han Xin’s face. He approached, a supportive smile gracing his lips. "Ah-Xin, get dressed. The faster you finish, the sooner you will see him," he encouraged.

The younger man sighed, a cloud of worry hovering over him. "But why isn’t he replying?" he echoed, glancing at his reflection.

"Because he’s probably preparing and can’t see his communicator," Han Zhan replied, motioning for Han Xin to hurry up. He turned back to adjust his cufflinks almost absentmindedly.

Curiosity bubbled within Han Xin, and he asked, "When you got married, how... how did it feel?"

Han Zhan paused in his task, the memories flooding back. "I was nervous," he admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "We didn’t have a big ceremony. Just the marriage register office... and I messed up my vows."

Han Xin felt his heartbeat quicken. The thought of messing up gripped him with anxiety. This moment was everything he desired, but would he be able to go through the ceremony?

Sensing his worry, Han Zhan placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "It will be fine," he said, his voice steady.

Emboldened, Han Xin looked up at the portraits of his parents above the mantel, their smiling faces a source of strength. Hope flickered in his heart, reminding him that love would guide him through the day ahead. _{freēwebnovel.com}