Chapter 228: Su Mo's Grand Wedding
"This… This is a Soul Bone?!"
Patriarch Ye couldn't help exclaiming, "And judging from the aura, this is a Soul Bone of at least 50,000 years."
Indeed, that was a right leg Soul Bone with a lifespan of up to 60,000 years, which Su Mo had previously obtained from Tang Chen and kept in his spirit tool.
At this moment, Patriarch Ye quickly reined in her thoughts, raised her head to look at Su Mo, and said with a wry smile, "Xiao Mo, your betrothal gift is simply too precious. Why don't you take this Soul Bone back? Otherwise, this old woman won't know what kind of dowry to return to you."
Su Mo raised his hand to gently stop her: "It's just a 60,000-year Soul Bone. Compared to Shuanger, what is it worth? As for the dowry, I don't care about such things. Having Shuanger and Su Lingling is enough."
However, before Patriarch Ye could speak, Ye Qingshuang, who was beside Su Mo, chimed in first: "That won't do. Business is business; a dowry must be included."
"Alright, whatever you say." Su Mo looked at her with a doting smile.
At this time, Patriarch Ye stood up and smiled kindly: "Xiao Mo, Shuanger, it's getting late. The servants have already prepared the food, let's go eat first."
"Alright." Su Mo nodded.
Afterwards, the four of them—Su Mo, Ye Qingshuang, Patriarch Ye, and Su Lingling—came to the dining room together.
The dinner was very sumptuous; the dishes were complete in color, aroma, and taste, making one's mouth water just by looking at them, and the fine wine gave off a rich, fragrant aroma.
At the dining table, the family was harmonious and joyful, with continuous laughter.
After the dinner ended, Su Lingling was taken away by Patriarch Ye.
Firstly, Patriarch Ye truly missed her granddaughter and wanted to accompany the child more.
Secondly, she also wanted to leave some private space for Su Mo and Ye Qingshuang.
Who knows, she might even be able to hold another grandson soon.
At this moment, in Ye Qingshuang's boudoir.
The two of them walked in slowly.
Su Mo looked around and saw that the room was clean and tidy, a clear sign that it was carefully cleaned year-round.
Su Mo thought correctly; although Ye Qingshuang did not live here permanently and only returned occasionally, her room was always tended to by someone, so it had always maintained such a clean and tidy appearance.
"Husband, I'm going to take a bath first." Ye Qingshuang hugged Su Mo's waist, lightly biting her lower lip, a hint of allure welling up in her eyes, "Wait for me, okay?"
"Wait for what? Let's wash together." The corners of Su Mo's lips curled up into a wicked smile.
Immediately, he scooped Ye Qingshuang up horizontally in his arms and strode towards the bathroom.
Ye Qingshuang let out a low cry, hurriedly wrapping her hands around Su Mo's neck, her pretty face instantly turning red.
Although she and Su Mo had already bared themselves to each other countless times and even had a child, bathing together like this was still a first.
However, Ye Qingshuang felt not a shred of resistance in her heart; instead, she felt a vague sense of anticipation.
In the early hours of the morning.
Ye Qingshuang was carried out in Su Mo's arms.
Su Mo gently placed Ye Qingshuang on the soft bed, squatted down, straightened her hair for her, and asked in a low voice, "Shuanger, are you alright?"
He was now a Level 100 Divinity, while Ye Qingshuang was only a Titled Douluo and a support system spirit master. Even though he had deliberately restrained himself a lot, it was still far from what Ye Qingshuang could bear.
"I'm fine… I'm just a little tired." Ye Qingshuang's voice was tiny, carrying a hint of lazy satisfaction.
"Then go to sleep quickly."
As he spoke, Su Mo also got onto the bed, gently hugged Ye Qingshuang into his arms, and closed his eyes.
The next day.
Su Mo brought Ye Qingshuang and Su Lingling back home.
For the following days, Su Mo stayed at home, living a peaceful and happy life.
Twenty or so days later.
Spirit City was filled with jubilation, decorated with lanterns and colored streamers everywhere, extraordinarily lively.
This day was precisely Su Mo's grand wedding day, and the location of the wedding was naturally chosen to be on the wide plaza in front of the The Pope's Palace.
At this time, the plaza was already filled with banquet tables, and guests from various forces across the continent came in an endless stream.
Even the Seven High Priests, who usually lived in seclusion, were all present.
Their faces wore rare smiles that were seldom seen on ordinary days.
Because being able to watch Su Mo get married felt to them as if they were watching their own grandson get married, so naturally, their hearts were overflowing with joy.
After a long while, a master of ceremonies slowly stepped up to the high platform and solemnly announced a congratulatory speech.
Immediately, the wedding officially began.
Su Mo was the first to take the stage, dressed in a set of bright red wedding robes, glowing with vigor, radiating a natural Divinity in every movement.
Following closely behind, five graceful figures walked forward on the red carpet, all adorned in phoenix coronets and embroidered robes.
Even though their faces could not be clearly seen through the drooping red veils, others could still imagine their peerless appearances from that graceful charm and aura.
At this time, the onlookers under the stage couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamations.
"Your Highness the Saint is truly blessed with supreme fortune, actually marrying five beauties at the same time."
"Indeed, and one of them is even the current Pope. Not only is the Pope peerlessly beautiful, but her status is also transcendent. Sigh, if I could marry such a wife, it would be worth it even if I died."
"Speaking of which, Your Highness the Saint is actually able to make a figure like the Pope willingly share a husband with other women. He is truly a role model for our generation, and I really don't know how Your Highness the Saint pulled it off."
"Exactly, it's truly enough to make others green with envy."
At this time, on the high platform, the five women—Bibi Dong, Ye Qingshuang, Ah Yin, Bo Saixi, and Gu Yuena—stood in a row beside Su Mo.
As the solemnizer, Qian Xunji stepped onto the high platform with a gratified smile.
Afterwards, he read out a heartfelt congratulatory speech.
Following that, the wedding proceeded in an orderly manner amidst a grand and joyous atmosphere.
It wasn't until dusk gradually fell that the guests dispersed one after another.
The wedding thus ended in Perfection.
And Su Mo did not return to the Holy Sons Palace.
Because from now on, he was no longer a Saint, nor did he live in the Holy Sons Palace.
And Qian Xunji specially gifted him a manor as a wedding present; that would be his future residence.
The manor was located in the southern part of the city.
The environment was tranquil and secluded, covering an extremely vast area, and the interior decoration was luxurious and extraordinary. This was not only Qian Xunji's deep affection for his Disciple, but also his respect for Su Mo as a Divinity.
At this time, inside the manor, Su Mo stepped into the master bedroom.
The master bedroom was extremely spacious and resplendently decorated, with a large and soft bed placed in the center of the room.
At this moment, the five women—Bibi Dong, Ye Qingshuang, Ah Yin, Bo Saixi, and Gu Yuena—were already sitting on the bed.
"Husband, you're finally back. Are you tired?" Bibi Dong was the first to stand up and greet him, closely followed by the other four.
"Not tired." Su Mo shook his head slightly.
Although he had been busy all day today, as a Divinity, how could he feel fatigued by this little bit?
However, not being tired during the day did not mean he wouldn't be tired at night.
Because tonight, Bibi Dong and the other four women did not want to miss the wonderful moments of this wedding night.
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