The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call

Chapter 1712 Marriage

Wynter reached out to grab the medium's hand. "Is this also part of the costume experience?"

The medium, Layla Orion, was an elderly woman. She didn't reply to Wynter's question.

It was then wynter realized that Layla likely didn't speak Cascadian, as even earlier, she had been chanting in Cantonian.

Layla was the definition of gloomy. It was as if she had been in this place for an eternity, even showing a hint of confusion in her demeanor. She couldn't comprehend why no one spoke their local language anymore.

She paid no attention to Wynter, instead proceeding to pour melted candle wax into the water. With deliberate care, she then sprinkled the water, bit by bit, over a phoenix-shaped coffin.

As someone well-versed in the Arcane Way, Wynter immediately recognized what was happening. This was a ritual for a spirit marriage.

Perhaps fearing Wynter might grow suspicious or be unsettled by Layla's actions, Hamilton stepped forward with a wide smile.

"Young lady, this is one of our local traditions. Decorating the items and using candle wax symbolize blessings for a prosperous year ahead."

Wynter returned the smile, her tone light. "What an unusual tradition. I've certainly never seen anything like it before."

"Other places don't experience such service. That's why it's such a unique experience for our tourists," Hamilton responded matter-of-factly. "We even tie it to our village's legend."

Wynter raised her eyebrows. "Legend? What legend?"

"The tale of the River God seeking a bride." Hamilton was a skilled manipulator. The more groundwork he laid now, the more it would shape everything that followed into nothing more than an experience in his target's eyes.

No matter what happened, he believed that Wynter would never suspect that she was meant to stay there permanently.

But unfortunately for him, his target was Wynter.

"Ah, the River God seeking a bride. If I recall, the textbook version of that story isn't exactly cheerful," Wynter said as she glanced at Layla's expression.

Layla was visibly enraged by her words, muttering something under her breath.

Hamilton gave Layla a subtle nudge before smiling at Wynter as he continued, "The things in textbooks are lifeless and incomplete-they don't capture the full picture.

"When the River God descends... Whether you've seen it or not, as long as you're in its presence, you're guaranteed a long and prosperous life."

Wynter raised her eyebrows again. "Is there such a thing?"

"Of course," Hamilton said confidently. "Those who haven't experienced it wouldn't understand. The River God doesn't just bring us longevity but also grants us great fortune and success."

Wynter chuckled. "The way you're talking, it's as if you've actually seen the River God yourself. Aren't we just here to experience the custom?"

"Yes, it's all about experiencing the custom," Hamilton continued. "Although, you might not believe me if I told you that not everyone here can actually see the River God. But some people truly have. For instance, my mother. Isn't that right, Mom?"

Layla nodded.

"Is it that miraculous?" Wynter asked with raised eyes.

"You might not understand just how remarkable this mountain is. Let me put it this way. This place is built on Celestial Force, and the layout here was guided by a medium." Hamilton spoke with pride.

"Even flying serpents can ascend to dragons. You young folks these days are all about wealth, aren't you? If you do end up meeting the River God, you'd better pay your respects properly."

Wynter didn't miss a beat, keeping her tone light as she replied, "If that's the case, I should definitely say a few extra prayers if I meet it. It would be a shame not to."

"That's the spirit. Time is running short. Mom, hurry up," Hamilton said in Cascadian before suddenly switching to Cantonian. "The River God won't tolerate lateness."

"I know. Where did you find this girl? She's so ignorant," Layla muttered in Cantonian as her gaze fell darkly on Wynter. "I can't stand these unruly ones. What if she offends the River God later?"

Hearing their exchange, Wynter hid her face behind her hand fan, revealing only her amused eyes. She knew they didn't know she could understand Cantonian. If they did, they wouldn't have been so brazen in discussing such matters in front of her.

understood every word. Instead, she laughed softly. "This outfit is fantastic-the

was getting close. "Customer satisfaction has always been our goal. We're hoping that more people will come here to visit through you young folks' promotion. Anyway, enough of that for now I'll

you're inside, don't panic or make a fuss. There will be offerings in the carriage, and you're

the hairpin in her hand. "Such thoughtful

like a

girl brought to a place like this might truly believe it was just a cultural experience. After all,

stay

when to get out. But, you must be well- behaved. The River God likes obedient

deepened. "Don't worry. I know.

enough to make this so-called River God remember

gaze sharp as it fixed on Hamilton. "I just called him, but

the noise outside was too loud for him to hear. They're still setting off

in, though, there would never be a

herself. Her concern was for Dalton. It was very uncharacteristic

it didn't seem likely that he could pose a real threat

really just be that

the river, this so-called River God would probably be scared out of its wits, just like the last time with Sothoth. In Wolf's presence, it had trembled from head to

wouldn't have to bother with wearing a wedding

behind Wynter, giving Layla

an

touch-a bridal veil-over Wynter's head. At that exact moment, she secured the

from her mind, slipping away like sand through her

lipstick from the side and began

visibly relaxed. After all, no one had ever escaped this flower hairpin's curse. Whoever

everything everything except their impending marriage to the

finally smiled in satisfaction. "Now, that's better. Stop bringing ones like this again.

nodded before gesturing with

they

been dressing Wynter, was the village's clan

"Bring the bride to the carriage! Present her

the crowd, echoing outside. The altar was already prepared. With one sweeping motion, torches were lit, their flames devouring

pulled out a bundle of golden parchment. With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the papers skyward while chanting, "One

endless longevity.

God, we humbly request

Something metallic jangled faintly.

humbly request your presence! We've sent you

led Wynter toward the carriage. Wynter, like a soulless marionette, was guided forward, her

the carriage, its red silk draped low, each strand intricately woven with complex and exquisite golden patterns, resembling brilliant clouds from the heavens

carriage, flowers of every color vied for attention,

a magnificent bridal gown, sat at the carriage's

and golden threads sparkled in the sunlight, complementing the gold hairpins and emerald ornaments adorning her head,

distinguished.

the celebratory drumbeats sounded, the carriage slowly

quietly. There were no expressions on their faces, except for

were filled with concern, while the others seemed eager to quickly carry the

yet strangely lively, as if the entire place was in a state of hushed anticipation. There were no animals in sight, and under the moonlight, the river lay

pendant, was truly anxious now. He realized that this was no ordinary wedding ceremony. If the ritual were completed, Wynter's very soul would belong to

of the bells

up! You can't go forward any longer. You'll become the

enough, Leo quickly noticed something wrong

His eyes widened in shock. "How is this possible? What could possibly trap your soul? You're a brilliant

utterly unnatural. With Wynter's cultivation, nothing ordinary should be able to influence

in the world.

was something with great resentment around, she would've sensed it. But now, even Leo couldn't detect any trace of