Chapter 952 959: Proposing Marriage

The road to Poison King Valley is picturesque, leaving one dazzled, and at every open space with a water source, villages hidden deep in the mountains can be seen.

In a valley tucked away in the deep mountains, rapid waterfalls cascade down from the cliffs above, forming a clear stream in the valley. Pavilions, terraces, and stilt houses are built between the mountain cliffs and atop towering trees.

Connected to form a scene like a paradise, the valley also has surrounding terraced fields, and faint discussions of men and women can be heard.

"We should be almost there."

"The Saintess's bee sent word two days ago, saying they've already reached Feihuang Ridge. By this time, they should have arrived."

"They're here, they're here, my crow has returned."

"..."

A Black Crow circled the sky, gradually flying lower before landing on the shoulder of a middle-aged man, letting out a crow call.

The middle-aged man, after listening to the crow, smiled and said, "Great Elder, the Saintess and her group have arrived, they're coming down the stone steps."

"Quick...quick, bring the Copper Mirror, don't make any mistakes." Si Song, the Great Elder of Poison King Valley sitting in the Master's Chair, hurriedly told the disciple beside him.

The disciple brought the Copper Mirror, and Si Song looked into it to tidy his appearance. Seeing his complexion was rosy and not pale, he relaxed and immediately smiled, saying, "Start the Copper Gong and Cowhide Drum. The son-in-law is a great benefactor of our Poison King Valley and is visiting for the first time. We must be grand, and not neglect him."

As Chen Mo and his group descended into the valley, they heard the festive sounds of gongs and drums.

"It's the Great Elder and them."

"The Great Elder and the others are here to greet us."

The Second Elder and others spoke.

"Miss Nalan." Han Anniang accompanied Nalan Yiren. Chen Mo and the others were all men, certainly not as attentive and comforting as Han Anniang, who held Nalan Yiren's hand seeing her still looking upset.

"Ah." Nalan Yiren finally came to her senses. Ever since she knew the Great Elder's situation, her mood had been low throughout the journey.

"Miss Nalan, we're here," Han Anniang said.

"Oh." Nalan Yiren looked up, her face still showing no trace of joy.

Han Anniang frowned slightly, somewhat worried.

Chen Mo turned around to say something, only to see Nalan Yiren, who had initially been upset, suddenly smiling and greeting Si Song and the others:

"Great Elder, I'm back."

"Uncle Zhao, Aunt Zhao..."

"Snotty boy, what are you staring for? I've only been gone for a little while, and you don't recognize me?"

Nalan Yiren said while walking up to a mother and son pair, bending down to pat the head of the child who looked only six or seven years old.

The child, called Snotty Boy by Nalan Yiren, stared blankly for a moment before saying dumbly, "Are you the Saintess? Why aren't you wearing your mask?"

Upon hearing this, both Nalan Yiren and the child's mother chuckled lightly.

The child's mother then greeted Nalan Yiren, while the valley's disciples and their families waved and called out.

These people's ancestors lived here for generations, their ancestors were disciples of the Nalan Family, respecting them. Over a thousand years, they weren't just family, but even closer than family.

So, even though they respect the Nalan Family as the leader, they're not solemn. Seeing Nalan Yiren bring the son-in-law back, some elders would even tease.

"The Saintess has found a husband, of course, she doesn't need the mask anymore."

"So this is the son-in-law, quite handsome indeed."

"I heard from the Great Elder that the son-in-law and the Saintess have already promised themselves to each other back in Yelang."

"Saintess, now that you've brought the son-in-law back, when are you planning to get married? We're all waiting to drink your wedding wine."

"Wedding wine, wedding wine..."

A group of children joined in the clamor.

"The Saintess is shy, didn't expect the Saintess would be shy."

"The Saintess is a woman too, and all women get shy."

"..."

Nalan Yiren's face flushed slightly, and she looked towards Si Song.

Si Song stroked his beard, showing a satisfied smile, and said, "Yiren, welcome back."

Nalan Yiren nodded, suppressing the urge to reveal the truth, and smiled, "I'm back."

"Great Elder, long time no see," Chen Mo approached with a smile.

"A citizen pays respects to His Majesty the Emperor of Da Wei." Si Song bowed.

"Great Elder, you're slapping my face here. If you're dissatisfied with me, just say it." Chen Mo pretended to be displeased.

"Times have changed, Your Majesty is a monarch. For Yiren's sake, being able to visit our remote area is our Poison King Valley's honor, we must maintain our manners."

"Great Elder, if you keep talking like that, I'll turn around and leave."

"Then I, as a mere citizen, shall boldly call Your Majesty my wise son-in-law first," Si Song said.

"It's only right," Chen Mo said.

Seeing that His Majesty and the others had almost finished chatting, Chen Cultivator and Han Anniang exchanged a glance, then stepped forward, saying, "Greetings, Great Elder."

"You are?" Si Song was taken aback.

"I am Chen Cultivator of Da Wei's Ministry of Rites, at His Majesty's request, coming with His Majesty's sister-in-law to Poison King Valley to propose marriage..."

As Chen Cultivator spoke, Han Anniang stepped forward, took out the Bride Price, and handed it to Si Song.

The Bride Price documented Chen Mo's age and birth details.

This is an essential step for a marriage proposal.

Si Song was taken aback. Although Nalan Yiren had previously sent bees to deliver messages, the information provided by the Poisonous Bee was limited, and he never expected the groom's side would take it so seriously, even bringing the Minister of Rites.

"Xuanzi, quickly, go fetch Yiren's Bride Price." Si Song signaled to the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man froze, a bit bewildered.

The Bride Price, where would he have the Saintess's Bride Price?