Chapter 458: Chapter 338: Wedding Banquet Upheaval, An Old Friend! (Double Release)

He originally wanted to test Su Fengye’s reaction. If he discreetly revealed some information about Su Qingqing, how would the groom react?

But through the recent conversation between Jiang He and Su Fengye, he realized that even if he did, it would likely change nothing.

Su Fengye, though the biological father of Su Qingqing, is more importantly the core figure of the Su Family, shouldering the burden of revitalizing the Su Clan.

Compared to his own small family, he might care more about the honor and disgrace of this larger Su Clan.

Therefore, he directly abandoned his original plan.

"Sir, is Qingqing doing well with her mother?" Song Changming asked Jiang He.

Although he had exchanged letters with Su Qingqing, he also wanted to hear from Jiang He.

"She’s doing well. Her mother adores Qingqing just as much as you do, so rest assured," Jiang He replied.

"That’s good." Song Changming nodded, feeling relieved.

As time passed, more and more guests gathered in the main hall.

Each one looked glamorous, mostly aged elders, with very few young ones.

Though Song Changming was already sixty-three, he was still considered a junior in this main hall.

No wonder Jiang He kept calling him "young friend."

About eighty percent of those present were probably over a hundred or two hundred years old. In a family like the Changsheng Clan, it’s normal to live several hundred years.

Being in your sixties in the Martial Realm of the Human Race is truly nothing significant.

The guests exchanged toasts and the atmosphere gradually became lively.

During this, Song Changming glanced around and noticed some familiar faces.

Like their Grand Marshal Wang Tianshuang, along with some other Marshal-level figures from the military, all present here.

They were not wearing their Marshal uniforms but rather casual clothes, representing not the imperial military, but their respective noble families.

Usually, when a noble family arrives, they send several core family members, forming a guest group to properly honor the Changsheng Su Clan.

Those military marshals might not even be the highest-ranked figures in their families and, like Song Changming, were seated in the back, showing the significance of the guests in this main hall.

"Mr. Jiang, I didn’t expect you to arrive so early, please forgive any neglect..." Su Shangyu entered the main hall, quickly heading straight to Jiang He, cupping his hands and respectfully greeting him.

"No problem, the drinks are ample, the food is delicious, everything is well arranged," Jiang He replied with a wave of his hand.

"Haha, that’s good, very good." Su Shangyu accompanied him, chatting pleasantly with Jiang He.

As for Song Changming and the other two behind him, they were invisible to this Su Clan member.

Song Changming, however, was quite at ease, preferring to not be noticed, just enjoying good food and drinks today.

Suddenly, he felt a scorching gaze fixate on him and remain there.

Song Changming lifted his eyes to see and met a pair of cold, sharp eyes.

In a corner of the main hall, the person paying attention to Song Changming was none other than Zhao Zun from the Zhao Family guest group.

Because of Zhao Linxin’s incident, a year ago Zhao Zun had a fierce conflict with Song Changming, Xing Tiexin, and Yang Zhen.

That matter finally ended with Zhao Zun apologizing.

Now, a year later, it was clear that the other party had not fully let go, still holding the resentment of losing a son against Song Changming and the others.

Especially Song Changming, who failed to save Zhao Linxin at the time.

Since that incident, this was the first time Song Changming saw Zhao Zun again, inwardly frowning, but he didn’t dwell on it too much.

After all, over a year had passed, and Zhao Zun, bound by family, hadn’t caused more trouble.

Now the other party merely glanced at him, and he couldn’t do anything about that.

"The auspicious time has arrived!"

Suddenly, a shout came from outside the hall, as the groom Su Fengye and bride Gu Xinyue entered hand in hand.

The hall was filled with joyous laughter and continuous congratulatory speeches.

Following the wedding process, everything began to unfold.

On the high seats were many Su Family elders, including the patriarch and matriarch of the Su Family, who were also Su Fengye’s biological parents!

Each of them exuded a powerful aura, and even sitting closer, Song Changming couldn’t gauge the strength of these Su elders, only feeling them to be unfathomable, filling him with awe.

"Those marshals from the military probably don’t even match these ancient bones of longevity!" Song Changming thought to himself.

On normal days, the Su Family doesn’t show off or flaunt their power, and some even say the Su Family is declining, but they are still a Changsheng Clan after all!

The foundation of longevity still exists, and God knows how many century-old monsters are hidden within this vast Su Family!

As long as the Su Clan hasn’t shed the "Changsheng" from their name to become an ordinary family, no one would underestimate them.

"Truly an eye-opener..." Song Changming muttered as he withdrew his gaze.

"This is the Changsheng Family!"

Song Changming even wondered, in this Cui Bai Dao, was the imperial government really more formidable, or was this transcendent Changsheng Su Clan mightier?

Thinking about how Prince Cui coordinated the troop deployment earlier, all just to support the Su Family.

In this matter, it truly is hard to say.

"Why hasn’t anyone from the Changsheng Gu Clan of Feng Province come?" Song Changming whispered with some confusion.

Usually, when a daughter is married off, the family accompanies her with some elders.

But now, looking around, it seems only Gu Xinyue from the Gu Family is present, not even a single accompanying maid in sight.

"Young friend, you might not know, but this young lady’s background is quite tragic; most of her direct relatives perished in a calamity, and it was Su Fengye who saved her life back then.

This marriage was a seed planted from that time.

Moreover, she’s not of the main Gu lineage, merely a side branch. The Gu Family probably doesn’t care much about this marriage, given the current state of the Su Family..."

Jiang He said a few words, shook his head towards the end, and didn’t continue.

But Song Changming understood the situation somewhat.

Gu Xinyue, although a member of the Gu Family, has no real status within the family after experiencing such misfortune.

If not for this, wanting to marry far away to Su Fengye might not have been so easy.

"I see, this young lady is also a pitiful person..." Liu Xiangnan said with a complex expression upon hearing this, reevaluating the bride.

"It seems that even in the Changsheng family, happiness and fulfillment are not guaranteed." Song Changming sighed lightly.

"That’s for sure." Jiang He squinted, stroking his beard.

On this point, he understood very well.

He had lived nearly two hundred years and had seen many things in noble families.

Witnessing generation after generation of young talents rise and fall or die prematurely.

No matter how powerful a family is, it cannot ensure every one of its members grows strong and that everything goes smoothly.

There are those like Gu Xinyue who are pitiful even within the Changsheng family.

The wedding ceremony continued along its complex and detailed path, typical of noble families, lasting from morning till sunset without interruption.

"Bow to the heavens and the earth..."

As the significant moment arrived, Jiang He, who had been leisurely drinking, suddenly paused with his lifted wine cup.

His usually calm expression shifted, ultimately turning into a soft sigh.

"Why drive yourself to such lengths..."

The next moment, a strange wind blew in from outside the mansion.

It passed over the courtyard walls, through the garden corridors, over the pavilions and water pavilions.

Finally, it blew into the main hall banquet.

Even people like Su Fengye and many senior members of the Su Family changed their expressions.

Some perceptive martial arts experts from other noble families also sensed something amiss with the wind.

"Su Fengye, do you really have no conscience!"

Another gust of wind blew in, causing curtains in the main hall to flutter and candles to extinguish.

Along with this gust, a cold voice also drifted into the main hall.

Song Changming put down his wine cup, glanced at Jiang He in front of him, and turned to look outside the hall.

In his perception, this wind was mixed with a faint trace of demon qi.

This was a demon wind!

Undoubtedly, the one who came was from the Demon Race.

But which demon, daring to sneak into the Cui Bai Main City and even enter the Changsheng Su Mansion!

It sounded almost like something out of a fairy tale.

Watching Su Fengye spin around abruptly, his face full of astonishment, Song Changming could somewhat guess.

"Which demon dares cause mischief here!" a Grand Marshal slammed the table and shouted.

"Xue’er..." Su Fengye’s lips trembled slightly.

Outside the main hall, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in the wind.

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