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.

outfit is fantastic-the accessories

satisfaction has always been our goal. We're hoping that more people will come here to visit through you young folks' promotion. Anyway, enough

Once you're inside, don't panic or make

twirled the hairpin in her hand. "Such

Hamilton replied, smiling like a

this might truly believe it was just a cultural experience.

ought to stay on guard

"Once the carriage stops, you'll naturally know when to get out. But, you must be well- behaved. The River God likes

smile deepened. "Don't worry. I know.

River

way, where's my boyfriend?" Wynter asked, her gaze sharp as it fixed on

loud for him to hear. They're still setting off fireworks near the river.

there would never

It was very uncharacteristic of him to ignore

considering Hamilton's abilities, it didn't seem likely that he

it really just

Whitley or Wolf along. Especially Wolf if he were to stand by the river, this so-called River God would probably be scared out

have to bother with wearing

Wynter, giving

an especially ornate flower hairpin, adorned

smoothed Wynter's hair and, after completing her preparations, fixed the final touch-a bridal veil-over Wynter's head. At that exact moment, she

instantaneous. Wynter's thoughts froze, and fragments of her memories seemed to drain from her mind, slipping away like sand through her fingers. Seated before the bronze mirror, only

even picked up a lipstick from the side and began to touch

no one had ever escaped this flower

everything except their impending marriage to the love of their

satisfaction. "Now, that's better. Stop bringing ones

before gesturing

entered the room. As they approached, they stood behind Hamilton

turned out that Layla, who had been dressing Wynter, was the village's

looked up and straightened slightly, her voice aged. "Bring the bride to the carriage! Present

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

skyward while chanting, "One union for

endless longevity.

humbly

Something metallic jangled faintly.

your

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

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

of the carriage, flowers of every color vied for

bridal gown,

was embroidered with vivid phoenix patterns, and golden threads sparkled in the sunlight, complementing the gold

distinguished.

the celebratory drumbeats sounded, the carriage slowly began

the sides, watching quietly. There were

to Wynter earlier. Her eyes were filled with concern, while the

in a state of hushed anticipation. There were no animals in sight, and under

Wynter's purple sugilite 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 the

oppressive sound of the bells on the carriage, he transformed

wake up! You can't go forward any longer. You'll become the dragon's wife if you enter

quickly noticed something wrong with

in shock. "How is this possible? What

perspective, this was utterly unnatural. With Wynter's cultivation, nothing ordinary should be

in the world.

sensed it. But now, even Leo couldn't