Chapter 012 Wedding Ceremony 04

Chapter 012 The Wedding Ceremony 04

Two months prior, the news of Young Master Zhou and Marshal Wei Qing’s imperial arranged marriage had briefly set the internet ablaze.

But the Interstellar Net’s news cycle was relentless, and the buzz quickly faded.

A month ago, the scandal of the Zhou family’s true and false young masters rocketed to the top of the trending list.

The juicy gossip that Marshal Wei Qing’s intended had been swapped kept the bored netizens of the Interstellar Net entertained for quite some time.

Today was the wedding of Wei Qing and Zhou Younan. Fei Li, captain of the April, rubbed his bald head and posted a message early on a gambling website: “Place your bets! Click to watch the wedding live stream.”

The live stream offered an overhead view of a spacious hall adorned with flowers and decorations. A smattering of lawmakers, media personnel, and guests were scattered throughout, making the hall appear sparsely populated at a glance.

The venue felt rather deserted, and the live viewership was low, but the chat was buzzing.

Most comments were variations of: “When does the wedding start?”

The live stream belonged to a website called *Prometheus Ties the Knot with Gossip*, and the reporter, Dunn, replied: “11 AM.”

Some began discussing the venue.

Random_Dun: “Hey, which hall is this?”

Yuzu_NotSweet: “It’s the Golden Triangle Hotel ballroom, I was there just last month.”

Random_Dun: “Why the Golden Triangle? I heard Young Master Zhou booked the Stellar Hall at the Levis Royal Hotel last month?”

His comment was quickly buried, and no one offered an answer.

At the Levis Royal Hotel, the largest and most magnificent Stellar Hall was hosting a ball. This was the brainchild of Lance’s subordinate, Jack—to throw a ball, invite media and guests, and deliberately upstage the Zhou Family.

Lance Nabel had initially refused, on edge for days. But after the venue was taken over and Marshal Wei Qing didn’t return to Canbera, Lance relaxed.

He concluded that Marshal Wei Qing truly didn’t care about the Zhou Family and accepted Jack’s suggestion to hold the ball.

The music was elegant, a diverse crowd danced in the ballroom, and the food in the lounge was tempting. But Jack, with a scar on his cheek, wasn’t actually interested in the ball. He had only proposed it to curry favor with Lance.

Now, he sat on the sofa watching the wedding live stream of the long-haired Zhou Younan.

Seeing the question about the venue, Jack quickly typed his answer: “The Stellar Hall at the Levis Royal Hotel is currently hosting a ball—the Nabell Family’s ball.”

This message paused in the chat for several seconds before the comments exploded.

“Damn, that’s some juicy tea!”

“Is the Zhou Family being bullied by the Nabell Family?”

“Levis Royal Hotel is trash~”

Jack felt a surge of pride that his words had sparked such a lively discussion.

Random_Dun: “Is the Nabell Family not afraid of Marshal Wei Qing?”

Yuzu_NotSweet: “Zero military presence at the scene.”

Wilted_Green: “Marshal Wei Qing didn’t even invite his own people?!”

Night_Is_Dark: “Pass it on—Wei Qing’s dissing the Zhous.”

The chat was soon flooded with mocking comments about the Zhou Family, alongside discussions about the Nabell Family’s influence and complaints about the Levis Royal Hotel’s lack of integrity.

At 11 AM, the scheduled wedding time, neither Marshal Wei Qing nor Young Master Zhou (Zhou Younan) had appeared, and the chat was filled with question marks.

Reporter Dunn posted an announcement: “The wedding has been postponed to 2 PM, and the venue has been changed to Old Marshal Wang Han’s residence.”

In the interstellar world, weddings were typically held in hotel halls. If not, they would take place at the home of a revered elder.

A wedding held at an elder’s residence signified that the marriage had their blessing and support, carrying far greater significance than a hotel wedding.

The chat erupted in surprise:

Flying_Underwear: “WTF? What’s going on?”

Sleepless_Night: “Just said Marshal Wei Qing didn’t support the Zhou Family—how’s that face feeling now? Aged like milk!”

Yuzu_NotSweet: “As far as I know, Old Marshal Wang’s eldest daughter was once friends with Young Master Zhou. The Old Marshal might not have been invited by Marshal Wei Qing.”

Sleepless_Night: “Everyone knows that mecha prodigy and Old Marshal Wang don’t get along. The Old Marshal could only have been invited by Marshal Wei Qing.”

Romance_Immortal: “Marshal Wei Qing must’ve found out the Zhou Family was being bullied by the Nabell Family and asked Old Marshal Wang to step in, backing the Zhou Family and his new little wife.”

Flying_Underwear: “I’m gonna puke. Marshal Wei Qing’s on his third marriage, and you’re calling him a ‘new little wife’? Get outta here with that thirsty nonsense!!!”

Jack felt annoyed after reading the announcement and the ensuing discussion.

He had leaked the venue snub to ensure Zhou Younan and Marshal Wei Qing’s wedding would be mocked. Now, it seemed his plan had failed.

Equally displeased was Zhou An, who was also watching the live stream.

At first, seeing the chat’s discussion about the venue, Zhou An smirked, relieved he hadn’t been the one marrying Marshal Wei Qing and that Zhou Younan had taken his place.

The Golden Triangle Hotel sounded cheap—unworthy of his ephemeral-flower pheromones.

When 11 AM passed without the wedding starting, Zhou An’s grin widened.

He assumed Zhou Younan’s absence meant Marshal Wei Qing had refused to attend, and Zhou Younan was ghosting out of shame.

*Zhou Younan, you deserve this!*

*You stole everything that belonged to me by suddenly appearing!*

Zhou An smoothed the hair draped over his chest and looked at his reflection in the mirror: *I am the Zhou Family’s young master, not some illegitimate child.*

*Zhou Younan shouldn’t have existed. He should’ve died out there.*

*Of course, now that he’s dying in my place at Marshal Wei Qing’s hands, it’s even better.*

When he saw the live stream’s update about the wedding being postponed to 2 PM, Zhou An sneered—*were they just buying time?*

Then, seeing the venue changed to Old Marshal Wang Han’s residence, Zhou An’s face fell.

*Did the Zhou Family have connections with the Wang Family? How come I didn’t know?*

*Impossible. Could Marshal Wei Qing have done this for Zhou Younan?*

*No way.*

Zhou An immediately dismissed the thought. *Zhou Younan’s as thin as a stick, and his pheromones are just a basic greenery scent. Would Marshal Wei Qing even like him?*

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

At one in the afternoon, the live stream resumed.

The camera angle in the live stream remained high, showing a different venue—a small hall filled with chairs that seemed somewhat cramped amidst the many guests.

The hall was warmly decorated, with colorful satin drapings adorning the tables, windows, and ceiling. Among star-faring peoples, colors are considered the original hues of light, and light is an indispensable part of life.

This symbolism is used in weddings to represent that the other person is an indispensable part of one's life.

The camera also captured tables set up outside the hall. Most of the guests were dressed in military uniforms, standing at attention as they mingled inside and outside the venue.

Though held in a family hall, the grandeur was no less than that of the Golden Triangle hall earlier—if not better.

The number of viewers had clearly increased compared to the morning, and it was evident that many of the new viewers were fans of Old Marshal Wang Han.

They spammed the chat with stories of the marshal’s past glories.

Some nitpicked: "This hall is so small, how tacky."

They were immediately countered by Wang Han’s fans: "Old Marshal Wang Han, a legendary rags-to-riches marshal, has always lived a humble lifestyle. This estate was an Imperial gift from His Majesty—are you questioning the Emperor's judgment?"

Another retorted: "I see plenty of servants around. Doesn’t seem very simple to me."

A fan explained: "You must have forgotten that Old Marshal Wang Han’s daughter is the genius mech designer Wang Wu. Though their relationship is rocky, Wang Wu is very dutiful."

Despite being the wedding live stream of Zhou Younan and Wei Qing, the chat had turned into a fan meetup for Old Marshal Wang Han, completely shifting the tone.

It wasn’t until the wedding was about to begin, and Wei Qing pushed Wang Han's wheelchair into the hall, that the chat’s focus changed.

"TFW OMG he's so hot!"

"TFW I’m simping, absolutely simping!"

"TFW How can anyone have such a god-tier face?"...

The live stream reporter, Dunn, knew exactly what the audience wanted. The camera panned from the two men’s feet to their heads, giving them a close-up.

Old Marshal Wang Han was dressed in a gray crewneck lounge set, popular among interstellar middle-aged and elderly folks. He sat in a wheelchair but looked vibrant, smiling kindly at everyone.

Behind him, pushing the wheelchair, was Wei Qing, clad in a black military uniform with long golden hair cascading down his back.

The camera lingered on Wei Qing’s slightly pursed lips and clearly pissed off expression.

Wei Qing’s face had once ranked in the top ten in the "Most Handsome Male Faces of the Century" poll, surpassing many film and television stars.

Like Wang Han, he had his own fanbase—mostly stans, aside from the lurker power stans.

His stans unanimously agreed that if Wei Qing didn’t always wear such a resting bitch face, he’d have even more fans!

In reality, Wei Qing was so intimidating that despite his good looks, people instinctively kept their distance. Wherever he went, a six-foot bubble around him would automatically clear out.

It was clear no one wanted to get close to him.

Thus, Su Xi, who was speaking to him, became the chat’s new topic.

"Who’s this beauty? So total badass, I’m simping too!"

"Chill, that’s General Su Xi."

"I know, she’s from the Scrapworlds..."...

After some discussion about General Su Xi, the camera shifted away from Wei Qing and focused back on the hall’s closed doors.

"Now, let's give it up for the other groom!"

The heavy doors were opened by attendants, revealing Zhou Younan in the crowd.

His attire was ridiculously opulent, glistening like whoa under the lights.

His black hair was slightly long, covering his eyes. Unstyled and limp, it simply hung straight—normally, this wouldn’t seem out of place.

But now, against the opulent wedding attire, the hairstyle made him look like a child playing grown-up in adult clothes.

The live stream gave him a full-body shot, from feet to head, finally resting on his face, half-hidden by the shadow of his hair.

The chat went nuclear:

"TFW For ugly people, a close-up is cruelty."

"TFW Is this the Zhou family’s young master? I heard he was a beauty?"

"TFW You're behind the times. This is the newly discovered heir. The original one was indeed a beauty."

"TFW Why didn’t he style his hair? I don’t get it."

"TFW I’m a stylist—he refused to let anyone touch his hair."

In the footage, Zhou Younan scanned the hall before his gaze settled on one spot.

The camera zoomed out—Zhou Younan was looking at Wei Qing, who was also locking eyes with him.

Zero hesitation, Zhou Younan walked straight toward Wei Qing.

Chat: "TFW Uggo’s got balls, heading right for the marshal."

"TFW He’s thirsty much?"

"TFW My anxiety is peaking!"

Wei Qing also stood and walked toward Zhou Younan.

Chat: "TFW Oh damn, popcorn time!"

"TFW Main event incoming!"

"TFW I'm deceased!"

The two stood face to face. Wei Qing said something, and then Zhou Younan went in for the kiss.

The chat, previously a frenzy, now went absolutely feral.

A flood of "WTFFFF," "OMFG," "Holy shit!", and "!!!" flashed across the screen.

Bookies and gamblers lost their damn minds.

On Glory Star, Zhou An, preening like a peacock, salivated at the thought of Zhou Younan being knocked into next week by Wei Qing.

At the Levis Royal Hotel, Jack was here for Wei Qing’s reaction—how would the psycho react?