Quick Transmigration: Help, The Male Leads Are All Broken!

Mo Qinglan woke up to find no one beside him. Touching the empty, cold bed, his malevolent aura instantly intensified. However, after seeing the letter, he laughed. He had wronged Xiao Qingchu so many times; this time, it was indeed his turn to act. He didn't have much to pack, but before leaving, he noticed the scroll left on the table. As if compelled by a ghost, he picked it up.

The painting depicted him as a child, chubby, wearing only a red bellyband, and, crucially, tears streaming down his face. In the past, he would have destroyed such an embarrassing image, but remembering that Xiao Qingchu had painted it, he treasured it like a precious gem.

The innkeeper said no one had come down, so Mo Qinglan searched the room again, finally finding some ashes of burnt talismans in a corner, still faintly imbued with spiritual energy. A person vanishing from the inn, leaving only the ashes of a teleportation talisman, indicated she had used a Return City Talisman.

Mo Qinglan smiled wryly. Xiao Qingchu was so willing to use such a valuable item; most cultivators only used Return City Talismans in life-or-death situations. But it didn't matter; if she liked them, he would find her more to play with next time.

Yun Qingchu had few friends in this world, so Mo Qinglan didn't need to think twice; she must have returned to the Heavenly Sword Sect. Knowing her whereabouts, Mo Qinglan immediately set off. However, he didn't have a Return City Talisman, and it took a day for his subordinates to bring him one.

The Heavenly Sword Sect seemed to be celebrating something recently; everywhere was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and large red lanterns hung high.

As the Chief Disciple, Mo Qinglan's appearance attracted many people.

"Senior Brother, is there a celebration in the sect recently?"

Mo Qinglan replied, "You all live in the sect; shouldn't you know? Why ask me?"

The other disciples scratched their heads. "We really don't know. We asked Master, but he wouldn't say. We thought you might know something."

Mo Qinglan was puzzled at first, but then his dark eyes lit up as if he had realized something. "I have something to do; I'll be going now."

Ignoring the disciples behind him, he hurried towards the small courtyard.

Like the rest of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the small courtyard was decorated with red lanterns, and the windows were covered with double happiness characters, creating a joyous atmosphere.

Unable to suppress his smile, Mo Qinglan strode into the house. "Qingchu?"

Su Tang was nestled at the desk, pen in hand, seemingly writing something. Startled by the sound, her hand jerked, drawing a long, unintended line.

Mo Qinglan embraced her, sighing contentedly, then teased, "Is someone getting married in our Heavenly Sword Sect? Does Xiao Qingchu know who it is?"

Blushing, Su Tang tried to maintain her composure. "Qinglan gege, you're disturbing me."

Mo Qinglan suppressed his laughter. "Hmm, if you tell me who's getting married, I'll let you go immediately."

Su Tang had already witnessed his shamelessness; he had even acknowledged a grandson, so what couldn't he do? Despite her inner thoughts, her blush spread to her ears, making her look so alluring that one couldn't help but want to savor her.

"It's me and Qinglan gege."

Her voice was soft, but Mo Qinglan pretended not to hear. "Qingchu, what did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Su Tang held back, then said loudly, "It's me and Qinglan gege!"

Mo Qinglan continued, "It's Qingchu and Qinglan… what? Xiao Qingchu, why are you speaking so unclearly?"

Exasperated, Su Tang realized he was doing it on purpose!

"Stop teasing me! If you continue, I'll have you thrown out."

Mo Qinglan feigned feeling wronged. "I'm just holding my own wife; how is that teasing? You don't know how panicked I was when I woke up yesterday and found you gone."

Su Tang huffed, clearly not wanting to talk to him.

However, Mo Qinglan was enjoying holding her, eventually placing her on his lap as he sat in the chair, his chin resting on her neck. He said with a smile, "Alright, Xiao Qingchu, continue. I promise not to make a sound."

Su Tang wanted to throw her pen. His hot breath on her skin gave her goosebumps; how could she write like this?

However, that wasn't the main issue. The main issue was that although he remained silent, he started playing with her hair, then her earlobe when he got bored.

Was she a toy?!

"Mo Qinglan! Stop messing around!"

Seeing the girl's reddened eyes from being teased, Mo Qinglan almost lost control, but he managed to restrain himself.

"Alright, I really won't tease you anymore." He then shifted his gaze to the paper. "Xiao Qingchu, are you drawing the Nine Forms of the Heavenly Sword?"

Su Tang remained sullen but continued writing.

Seeing her seriousness, Mo Qinglan finally felt a pang of conscience and stopped bothering her.

She wrote for a full hour until her arms and back ached.

"Tired?"

Su Tang finally responded with a small, slightly aggrieved "Mm-hmm."

Mo Qinglan's heart was filled with joy. He held her, gently massaging her, and said, "If you're tired, you can write later. There's no rush. Besides, it doesn't matter even if I don't practice the Nine Forms of the Heavenly Sword."

Su Tang, with a rare serious expression, said, "No, we're getting married tomorrow. I have to finish drawing it before then."

The words slipped out before she could stop herself.

Mo Qinglan was both surprised and delighted. "Xiao Qingchu, are you serious?"

Although he had guessed about the marriage upon returning to the Heavenly Sword Sect, he hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise, especially so soon.

Looking at the blushing girl in his arms, he knew she was embarrassed.

"The double happiness characters are already up, Qinglan gege. You can't go back on your word now."

Mo Qinglan thought he would be crazy to go back on his word.

"I won't. I'll never go back on my word in this lifetime." He sealed his promise with a kiss on her forehead.

The next day arrived quickly.

Although the arrangements were rushed, the wedding attire provided by the Heavenly Sword Sect was still exquisite and beautiful.

As the bride, Su Tang remained in her room to prepare.

She hadn't invited many guests. Although the entire Heavenly Sword Sect was decorated festively, only the seven senior brothers and the still-present True Dragon and Snake Woman knew about the wedding.

In contrast to the joyous atmosphere, the Snake Woman's eyes were filled with tears. "Miss Yun, perhaps there's another way. Let's think of something else."

Su Tang, however, smiled radiantly. "The auspicious time has arrived. My Qinglan gege is waiting for me."

Seeing this, the Snake Woman cried even harder.

Mo Qinglan was immersed in joy all day. He watched as the girl in her wedding dress walked towards him, held her hand during the ceremony, but gradually, a strange sense of foreboding replaced the joy.

Dying on your wedding night, how surprising, how exciting, right?

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