My Waste Husband
Chapter 793

Chapter 793

The farce in front of the Zhu clan's manor quickly came to an end.

What kind of person was Langston of the Jiang family? These underground forces had heard about him.

"The Jiang family, take care of your people. This is the Zhu clan, not a place where you can make a fuss. Our clan doesn't care about this fool, but it doesn't mean that your Jiang family can be presumptuous here!" Yolande said loudly.

"The Zhu clan?" One of the people in the Jiang family smiled and said, "Some people became slaves of the clan and began to take advantage of others. Do you think that the clan will wage war against our Jiang family just for a dog like you? There are Qi-controlling masters in our Jiang family!"

Upon hearing this, Yolande immediately turned to a disciple of the Zhu clan for help, but the disciple did not even look at her.

"You, the dog taking advantage of other's power, should also stop before it's too late!" Another voice sounded.

"Want to go against the Jiang family? Some people, I don't think they can see the reality."

Voices rang out one after another. Yolande quickly lowered her head and ran away, daring not to say any nonsense.

Langston's farce attracted a lot of people at the gate of the manor.

As far as the eye could see, almost all of the main members of the three clans had arrived. This also made everyone understand that in the hearts of the three clans, the Emperor of Hell still played an important role.

Although the Emperor of Hell had disappeared for two months, and Radiant Island had sunk to the bottom of the sea, his name was still there. But people didn't know how long this name would last, a month, or two months?

It wouldn't take long for people to completely forget about Radiant Island.

Red lanterns were hung high in front of the gate of the Zhu Manor. The members of the Zhu clan were also wearing clothes made of red silk. The clan's wedding had no western elements at all. It was full of ancient Chinese style.

At 10 o'clock in the evening on December 31st,

It was getting dark.

Sylvia sat in front of a dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. Although she was beautiful as a flower, there was a lifeless feeling in her eyes.

Outside the house, the shout of "I am the Emperor of Hell" came into Sylvia's ears.

Sylvia's expression did not change at all. When she heard these words this afternoon, she was extremely excited and ecstatic. However, when she learned that this was just a farce from the Jiang family child, she laughed at herself.

"He has been locked up for nine years. How could he appear?"

Sylvia raised her head and swung her black hair behind her head. Her soft and supple hair was grabbed in her hands.

After a long silence, Sylvia picked up a pair of scissors beside the dressing table.

With a slight clicking sound, wisps of cut hair fell to the ground.

Black hair was also a strand of love. She wanted to cut the black hair to forget her love.

"It's a pity that I don't have a good reputation. I hope you will still remember me after nine years." Sylvia walked to the hanger and looked at the big red phoenix robe hanging on the hanger. She waved her arms and wrapped herself in the red robe.

The red robe was the wedding robe that the Zhu clan had prepared for her.

Several hours later, brilliant fireworks were lit in the sky above Du Hai. At midnight, everyone was celebrating the arrival of a new year.

It didn't matter if it was the major TV stations or the local shops, they were all holding a year-end ceremony.

Pan was sitting in a hall, and his face was full of joy. Only one more day and he would be able to completely win the heart of the woman. He was extremely excited and could not wait any longer.

A new year had arrived.

It was January 1st, 5 a.m. The sun had yet to rise. Before the roosters in the Zhu clan's manor started beating, the sounds of gongs and drums were heard in the manor. The guests were woken up by the gongs. When they went out to take a look, they found that a red carpet had already been laid out in the Zhu clan's manor. On both sides of the red carpet, there were eight celestial tables with fruit and candies placed on them.

At six o'clock in the morning, the sky was slightly bright. Pan, dressed in a red wedding robe, was riding on a horse with red flowers made of silk hanging in front of his chest. Pan grinned at people around him, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, which looked particularly awkward.

Sylvia's residence was on the other side of the Zhu clan's manor.

The red carpet stretched all the way from Pan's feet to her side.

"Madam, your hair..." A makeup artist stood behind Sylvia and coiled up her hair. Her hair was cut, making the makeup artist stunned.

Sylvia looked at the mirror in front of her and did not speak.

Seeing that Sylvia didn't say anything, the makeup artist stopped asking. She carefully coiled up Sylvia's hair. Sylvia put on her phoenix robe, waiting for Pan to come.

At seven o'clock in the morning, the weather in Du Hai was humid and the air was cold.

It was a good thing that the guests here were all powerful people, so they could endure the bitter cold.

Eighteen big horses rode on the red carpet of the Zhu clan's manor. Pan was riding on a big horse in high spirits. He kept cupping his hands to the guests on both sides of the red carpet.

On both sides of the red carpet, words of congratulations could be heard.

A large sedan chair carried by eight people followed eighteen horses. The sedan chair was inlaid with golden rims and red flowers.

There were a total of 18 boys and girls. They walked behind the large sedan chair, scattering flowers on both sides.

The sound of the snail's horn kept ringing, and it was filled with a delightful atmosphere.

Pan's smile was particularly happy, and he had been gritting his teeth all the way.

Members of the Su clan stayed in the other direction of the Zhu clan's manor. As members of Sylvia's family, they had been waiting here for a long time.

Pollard, the new patriarch of the Su clan, was also dressed in a long robe.

As an elder of Sylvia, Victor wore a black uniform and stayed in a room with Sylvia.

Sylvia was wearing a red veil and sitting cross- legged on the bed. The red wedding gown was spread under her body. The wedding gown had symbols of phoenix made of golden silk, which were enough to make most women crazy for this dress, and it highlighted the ancient Chinese beauty.

Eight o'clock in the morning.

The eighteen horses arrived at the place where the Su clan had stayed.

The sound of firecrackers, gongs and drums were heard in the house.

There were only Victor and Sylvia in the room.

Victor sighed and said, "Sylvia, I really don't understand why you made such a choice at the beginning. Cooperating with the Zhu clan is so unrealistic. It's your own fault."

Sylvia opened her mouth and said, "Uncle, everyone's choices are different, and the things they need are different."

"Sigh." Victor shook her head. He couldn't see the expression on Sylvia's face that was hidden under her veil.

The sound of firecrackers outside the door rang for a long time before it ended. With the sounds of gongs, drums, and congratulations, a series of noisy footsteps came to the door.

The door to the room where Victor and Sylvia were in was pushed open from the outside.

Pan grinned and rushed in excitedly. "My dear wife, I'm here to pick you up. Ha, ha, ha!"

Pan laughed wildly. He had waited for this day for too long. Ever since he saw Sylvia, he had always fantasized about holding her in his arms every night.

"Chief Zhu, you haven't got married yet. You can't call her like that," Victor said carefully.

"F*ck you!" Pan kicked Victor in the chest. "Who do you think you are? How dare you speak to me?"