In the dark of the mountains, moonlight cast silvery, enigmatic, and deep rays across the landscape. Traveling after nightfall was difficult. The Deng Family Army found a spot by a river to set up camp for the night. Deng Youning and her companions, who were only a few hundred meters behind, parked their carriage and rested in place.
Xiuming and Yingshi gathered branches in the woods to build a fire, and the four of them sat around it. The fire crackled; the autumn night air in the wild woods felt chilly. Li Tianzhuo took off his thin cloak and draped it over Deng Youning’s shoulders. Xiuming, completely indifferent to decorum, sprawled out on the ground and began to snore loudly. Yingshi leaned against the nearest tree and gradually closed her eyes to rest. Li Tianzhuo had no choice but to stand guard himself.
Around the third watch, a dense fog rose in the forest. Within it, it seemed a group of people passed by, carrying bridal sedan chairs. They didn't beat drums or gongs, and there wasn't just one sedan; there was a whole row of them. He counted roughly seven or eight. He saw the chairs, but no bridegroom, which was very strange. He had wanted to go over to investigate, but since the three people with him were all fast asleep, he feared for their safety if he left, so he suppressed his curiosity. It was the first time he had ever encountered a wedding procession in the middle of the night.
Chapter 81