They were in charge of being beautiful, and she was in charge of taking the hits.

Chapter 388 Mo Baiyun's Story

"Master, Master, get up, we have important business to attend to today."

"Little Yun'er, I stayed up until midnight yesterday, couldn't you let me rest for a while before getting up? The sun isn't even high in the sky yet, why are you in such a hurry?"

Mo Baiyun squinted and pulled back the blanket. Wu Ziyan was spread out in a starfish shape, scratching his neck and rubbing his hair.

With her vision blurred, Mo Baiyun bit her ear and grabbed her neck.

She still refused to open her eyes, and even squinted as she groped for the blankets on the bed.

"My lord, have you really forgotten what day it is today!"

"what?"

She opened her eyes and glanced at him lazily.

Mo Baiyun pouted, his displeasure written all over his face; he never hides these little emotions anymore.

"Oh dear, my little Yun'er, don't be angry, I'll get up. Today is the day I promised you I'd go outside the city to feed the owls."

"Yes, this is a very important matter for me. You all promised me, but you still slept in. I'm not happy about that!"

"Go, go. After all, they are also capable assistants of the Holy Martial Division. I'm going to this fake leader to treat them well."

At this time, Mo Baiyun already had medium-length hair, and naturally she would grow it long after getting married.

However, he usually doesn't like to wear his hair down; he prefers to wear it in a braid, so his hairstyle is relatively simple.

"Master, why are you lying down again?"

"Aren't you still combing your hair? I'll lie down for a minute, and wake me up when you're done."

"I'm all better..."

Wu Ziyan reluctantly got out of bed, put on his clothes, and sat in front of the bronze mirror, squinting his eyes.

It felt like a long time before she finally opened her eyes.

I found myself looking completely different in the mirror. Who is this beautiful girl?

"Little Yun'er, it's just going to feed an owl, why are you dressed up so elaborately for me?"

"Even owls need a little ritual, you know that, Master?"

"Hey, Xiaoyun, your outfit today is a little different from your usual look, but it looks great."

This master really knows nothing. She and he have known each other for twelve years, and only he remembers it.

"Going by carriage?" Wu Ziyan walked out the door and looked at the two-horse carriage. How luxurious!

This must be what they call a luxury car; the cushions inside are all soft and fluffy, and it's even scented with fragrance.

There's even enough space to set up a small tea table with tea, pastries, and fruit on it.

"Little Yun'er, did the Holy Martial Division give you a raise? How come I didn't know you were living such a lavish lifestyle?"

"My lord, it was sponsored by people from the Holy Martial Division."

"Alright, this will be our official carriage from now on. Let's go."

The further out of the city she went, the dense forest became one she had never seen before. As expected of the Holy Martial Division, it was indeed mysterious. She was just a fake leader.

The road went from bumpy to smooth, and Wu Ziyan saw that the section ahead was covered with a red carpet. Goodness, was the reception for her this high-class?

As masked people gradually appeared on both sides of the road, the scene was incredibly shocking, as if I had stepped into a fantastical world.

"Are all my brothers and sisters from the Holy Martial Division here?"

Mo Baiyun didn't answer. Wu Ziyan looked at the Nuo opera masks—ghost masks, bird heads, foxes, and all sorts of others—and then turned around. Mo Baiyun also put on a mask.

"Master, put it on."

"What kind of masquerade party is this?!"

Before the car even stopped, the aroma of fruits and wine wafted from outside.

It seemed like some kind of banquet was being held here. She curiously peeked out and looked around, but couldn't find the source of the fragrance.

"They're here! They're here! They're here!"

"Humph!"

"Get ready quickly!"

They were speaking loudly, making it difficult for Wu Ziyan not to hear them, and because Mo Baiyun was wearing a mask, he couldn't see her expression.

"Weren't you here to feed the owls? What's all the secrecy about?"

"We'll be able to see owls soon!"

Whistling sounds came from all around, and the whistling could even form a melody, which was not harsh but rather quite beautiful.

Mo Baiyun got off the carriage first and reached out her hand. Wu Ziyan naturally placed his hand on hers.

Everyone around was wearing a mask, so I couldn't tell who was who.

The whistle stopped, and the sound of many birds flapping their wings could be heard.

As she looked up, four birds moved in perfect unison, and a red veil fell onto her head—it was a red headscarf!

Now she realized what had happened and felt a pang of guilt. She had taken his kindness for granted and ignored him.

"Master, let's go."

"Little Yun'er, I..."

"My lord, my lord, don't miss the auspicious time."

No wonder she was dressed up so beautifully, no wonder she had a luxury car. She gripped Mo Baiyun's hand tightly and followed him step by step.

Birds in the sky are carrying flower petals down, creating a beautiful scene, like fairies stepping out of a painting.

After walking a long red carpet, with another layer of red veil covering the mask, it was really in the way, and I couldn't see what was in front of me at all.

Mo Baiyun stopped ahead, and she almost bumped into his back: "Why did you suddenly stop?"

"Here is the place."

Just then, someone outside shouted, "The groom is about to lift the veil and throw out the wedding candies!"

Mo Baiyun lifted the red veil, and then the two removed their masks. Is Mo Baiyun a master of disguise?

Why is he wearing red? And his hair is all loose too.

"Please invite the bride to adorn the groom's hair."

They have a custom where the bride puts a hairpin on her husband's head during the wedding ceremony, signifying that he is now a husband.

Her hairstyling skills were so bad, especially on such an important occasion... Mo Baiyun grabbed her hand.

"My master only needs to put this hairpin in my hair."

Wu Ziyan's hands were trembling. Mo Baiyun lowered her head and she put the hairpin on him. Mo Baiyun then gave her a light kiss on the cheek.

His master, he just can't get enough of being with him.

"Oh, the groom is kissing the bride!"

It was later learned that this was the place where the Holy Martial Division used to train "killing machines," and now it had been transformed by Mo Baiyun into an ordinary orphanage, where training was still conducted.

"Let's go to the bridal chamber! Let's go to the bridal chamber! We're going to make a ruckus!"

Wu Ziyan looked at Mo Baiyun and smiled until her eyes formed crescent shapes.

There were no constraints of their social status, nor did they care who was present; they embraced and kissed.

Some people initially covered their eyes, but later their eyes were filled with envy.

"Master, I feel embarrassed with so many people here."

"You're still so shy now? I thought you were preparing... hehe."

"Master, you're too wicked. How can we do that in the car?"

"Ok?"

"Row."

He led her to the carriage, and many birds brought down a large piece of red gauze that covered the entire carriage.

The figures swayed inside the carriage. Mo Baiyun hugged her and stroked her hair.

He nuzzled her neck, his eyes shining; he really loved her.