Crossing the Gods as Slaves

Chapter 380 Wedding (1)

The Ninth Princess witnessed her daughter grow up from a spoiled and willful girl to a lady from a noble family. She also found the home she had longed for for 20,000 years, a man who treated Ning Hua with all his heart. The Ninth Princess was pleased and felt even more emotional.

"Hua'er, I really don't want you to get married, and I don't want you to live in that big cage in Heaven, and have to abide by the rules everywhere..."

"Mother, since you can't bear to leave me, I won't get married. I will stay on Zhuiji Mountain to guard you and father."

The Ninth Princess took a wooden comb from Ning Hua's dressing table and combed her hair. "What nonsense are you talking about? Mother can't bear to see you suffer. Being married is not like being a girl. You can't just act like a spoiled child and have your parents do everything for you..."

"Hua'er, you must remember that no matter what you do, you must first be able to stand on your own feet. You cannot rely entirely on others. This way you won't be bullied or controlled by others. In the future, when you marry Zijiang, you will be in charge of the chores in his palace, and you will also have to take care of your husband and children. No one can help you, so you must be able to stand on your own feet. Do you understand?"

The Ninth Princess shaved Ning Hua's scalp, and Ning Hua closed his eyes comfortably: "I understand, mother."

The Ninth Princess looked at Ning Hua's jet-black hair and sighed again: "Look at you, your once long hair has been reduced to such a short length by you. Your wedding is in two months, and there's no time to grow it back anymore."

"Hmm? Is it short? Not short at all, it's almost above my waist..."

"This isn't short. Your hair used to be longer than your knees. It looked so good when it was longer than your knees..."

"Mom, you don't know, when I was there, the girls there all loved to have short hair, just below their ears, and I thought it looked pretty..."

"Over the ears?" The Ninth Princess couldn't bear the thought of that scene. "Wouldn't that be no different from being bald?"

When Ning Hua heard his mother's analogy, he burst out laughing.

The Ninth Princess also found it funny. As Ning Hua laughed, the mother and daughter laughed together by the window.

Two months passed incredibly quickly, and Ning Hua's wedding dress hadn't even been embroidered a single inch. Luckily, no one had expected her to embroider it herself, so a skilled embroiderer had already prepared a dazzling and dazzling dress for her. The long, floor-length skirt accentuated the dress's elegance and grace.

Ning Hua stood in front of the mirror and looked at the person in it. The exquisite red makeup and luxurious wedding dress all revealed the bride's nobility and beauty. If there was one thing that made people feel unsatisfied, it must be the bride's expression.

Ning Hua had a cold face and his eyes were calm.

Although she was still beautiful without any expression, she still made people feel uncomfortable. The Ninth Princess took her daughter's hand and said, "Hua'er, today is your big day, why aren't you smiling? You have such a stern face, as if someone owes you money..."

"Speaking of owing money, I actually still owe someone a lot of money."

The Ninth Princess had no idea what Ning Hua was referring to, and continued to lecture her on the principles of being a god, as she always did: "You are a high god after all, so you should be aware of your status. Not paying back your debts will damage your reputation. You still have to pay back what you owe..."

Ning Hua finally smiled: "Mom is right, I have to pay back what I owe..."

The Ninth Princess pulled Ning Hua's skirt and said, "Alright, the auspicious time is coming soon. You stay here by yourself for a while. Mother will go to the front to take a look."