Marshal, Please Calm Down (MARSHAL)
Today was Wu Zimo's wedding.
As his friends, Lyle and the others would definitely be there, and Scott had even sent people to personally pick them up from the capital star.
Lyle's experiences in the past few days felt like a rollercoaster ride, with ups and downs that made his heart pound.
Seeing the news of Marshal Alman's disappearance on the star network, and although Wu Zimo's name wasn't mentioned, Lyle's intuition told him that his good friend Wu Zimo must have been in trouble too. But before he could worry, more news came out.
This news shocked him even more – Wu Zimo was a guide?!
"How is that possible?!"
This was Lyle's first reaction upon seeing the news. Because if Wu Zimo was a guide, how could Borg Fes, that hypocritical jerk, treat him like that?
Then he saw that Wu Zimo and Marshal Alman were a perfect match, a result that left Lyle completely speechless.
During the time the news spread, Lyle had no peace even at the First Military Academy. Some curious people with ulterior motives came to him to inquire about the situation.
Thankfully, he had Salah, the Young Master of the Mahos family, protecting him. Otherwise, Lyle, who came from a small family, would have been torn apart by those who were trying to pry into his business.
Lyle was shocked, but when he heard that Marshal Alman and Wu Zimo had announced their marriage, his heart finally settled.
Marshal Alman was a good man, and Lyle was very relieved to entrust Wu Zimo to him.
He originally thought he wouldn't be able to attend their wedding.
He was good friends with Wu Zimo, but his status was simply too low.
However, early this morning, he received a communication from the Alman family guards, saying that they were sent by Master Scott to pick up Lyle and the others to attend the wedding of the Master and his husband.
Lyle was truly excited.
Thankfully, Salah was by his side, otherwise, the excited Lyle wouldn't have been able to speak clearly to the guard captain.
So, while Wu Zimo was being styled by the stylist, he didn't know that his buddies Lyle and the others had already been brought to the Alman Manor.
To be honest, Wu Zimo wanted to invite Lyle and the others to his wedding, but he wasn't sure if it would be a problem, so he didn't say anything. So, he just planned to invite Lyle and the others to a grand feast after the wedding.
After Lyle and the others arrived at the Alman Manor, they first went to congratulate Scott. Then, they hid to the side.
Wu Zimo wasn't around, and the Marshal's aura was too strong for them to handle.
As for the other guests in the garden, Salah, the Young Master of the Mahos family, was alright, but Lyle and Haney didn't know many of them.
Thankfully, they had Rocard, a familiar face, to entertain them, so they didn't feel out of place.
During the wedding ceremony, Wu Zimo's eyes were fixed on Scott, and he didn't notice his buddies standing in a corner of the garden.
Wu Zimo didn't notice them, but Lyle and the others were very excited.
They watched nervously as Wu Zimo, led by Mrs. Alman, slowly walked towards Marshal Alman, and then watched as their hands clasped tightly together.
Listening to Mrs. Alman and the old Marshal's instructions and watching Wu Zimo being held tightly in the Marshal's arms, and witnessing their kiss under the blessings, Lyle's eyes welled up with tears. "It's great."
Salah saw the moisture in Lyle's eyes.
Although he didn't like Lyle's excessive fondness for Wu Zimo, he no longer disliked Wu Zimo as much as before, because he had already married Marshal Alman.
He put his hand on Lyle's shoulder and said softly, "Wu Zimo is coming over."
Wu Zimo, who was receiving blessings from everyone on the platform, heard something from Rocard and turned his head towards Lyle and the others with surprise. Then, he pulled Scott towards them.
"How did you guys get here?" Wu Zimo was naturally happy to see his buddies at his wedding. "Oh, no, I mean, welcome!"
"Hey, getting married really changes you. You forgot about your buddies."
The one teasing Wu Zimo was Haney.
The others were just awkwardly smiling under the Marshal's aura. Only Haney could remain so lively.
"How could I forget you guys? Haven't you heard the three ironclad things in life? We've shared classrooms, we've shared guns, and we've shared... you know."
The first two things Wu Zimo mentioned were fine, but the last one made everyone else in the room feel a little awkward. As for the Marshal, his face darkened.
"Shared... you know?"
"Uh... ahem, honey, is that how you say it? We only have the first two, really!"
Lyle and the others saw Wu Zimo coaxing the Marshal and couldn't help but turn their heads to giggle.
As for Wu Zimo, being laughed at was a small matter. The important thing was to appease Scott!
However, just as Wu Zimo was coaxing Scott, a sharp female voice suddenly cut in.
"Wu Zimo, you bitch, how dare you receive blessings!"
This sudden voice made the lively atmosphere in the garden freeze.
Not only did Scott's face fall, but Mrs. Alman and the old Marshal, who were chatting with the guests, also lost their smiles instantly.
No one attending the wedding today was stupid.
They were either close to the Alman family, had in-law relationships, or were major members of well-known power families in the Federation.
Scott was the next head of the Alman family.
Those who relied on the Alman family wouldn't miss this opportunity.
"What's going on?" Mrs. Alman, with a stern face, exuded an aura that was no less imposing than the old Marshal beside her.
For those guests who could tell who the voice belonged to, Xuanyuan Chengtian's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. Bokal, who was beside him, keenly noticed and was about to ask, but Xuanyuan Chengtian shook his head to stop him.
Rocard, who was being affectionate with his lover, also stopped. He put his arms around Sima Hua, narrowed his eyes, and looked towards the source of the voice.
When Feng Yan'er shouted those words, she didn't regret it at all.
Even when the guests around her quickly moved away and left her in the spotlight, she still had a proud and smug expression. Not only Feng Yan'er, but the expression on the face of the Feng family head standing beside her was the same as his daughter's.
Looking at the expressions of the Feng family father and daughter, the family head who brought them to the Alman Manor was filled with regret.
He wished he hadn't been greedy for a little bit of profit and let these two clueless fools enter the Alman Manor under their name.
Even if he knew later that the two families had no connection, the Alman family and those related to the Alman family wouldn't think so!
Today was the wedding of Scott Alman, who held the titles of Marshal of Heaven Wrath Corps and Young Master of the Alman family.
Naturally, there were many guests. It could be said that all the influential families in the Federation who received invitations sent representatives to attend.
However, the Alman family wouldn't send invitations to the Feng family, a family with a hole in their heads. Today, the planet was accessible by invitation only. No invitation, no entry.
Although the Feng family head had a hole in his head, he wasn't completely stupid. Since the Alman family didn't send an invitation, he could offer some benefits and have families who had business dealings with the Feng family bring him and his daughter along.
It was just two people. The family head, seeing the benefits, didn't mind. He thought that Feng Yan'er, a young girl, liked Marshal Alman and was unwilling to see him get married and just wanted to take a look for the last time.
This kind of girlish thought was considered normal by the family head, but now he realized that Feng Yan'er wasn't thinking like a young girl at all. She had her sights set on Marshal Alman's partner.
If time could turn back, even if the Feng family offered countless benefits, he wouldn't bring this father and daughter here!
Among the guests present, those who knew Feng Yan'er and those who didn't all focused their attention on her.
Daring to cause trouble at Marshal Alman's wedding, they didn't know if they should admire the girl's courage or call her suicidal.
Rocard put his arms around Sima Hua and walked towards Scott and the others.
After they stopped, he said to Feng Yan'er, who was looking at Wu Zimo, who was being protected by Scott, with a haughty chin and a jealous gaze, in a frivolous tone.
"Heh, I thought who it was being so rude and acting like a shrew. It's Miss Feng."
Feng Yan'er's eyes were fixed on Wu Zimo. So, upon suddenly hearing someone dare to call her a shrew to her face, her phoenix eyes narrowed with killing intent as she glared fiercely at Rocard, who had spoken.
"Who are you?"
Hearing Feng Yan'er asking who he was, Rocard was a little speechless for a moment.
Ignoring her fierce glare, he put on a pitiful expression and said to Sima Hua, "Honey, is my presence really that weak?"
His lover was still acting silly at such an occasion. Sima Hua was speechless, but seeing that the woman across from him was actually showing killing intent towards Rocard, Sima Hua, despite his good temper, was very protective of his lover.
"Your presence is weak? It's just that some people are ignorant, so don't pay attention to what she says."
"Yes, yes, honey, whatever you say is right."
Because he had been eating dog food from Scott and Wu Zimo all this time, Rocard had already decided that he had to show affection with Sima Hua in front of them, so that Scott could also eat their dog food!
Only the Marshal himself knew whether he was eating dog food or not. Wu Zimo, who was in his arms, couldn't help but chuckle at their conversation.
However, Wu Zimo's laughter made Feng Yan'er, who had been silenced by Sima Hua, seem to find her target to vent on.
"Wu Zimo, you coward! You good-for-nothing! You only know how to hide behind men, huh! You're a disgrace to our Feng family!"
Feng Yan'er's initial insults to Wu Zimo had already made Scott very unhappy. If Rocard hadn't interrupted, Feng Yan'er wouldn't have been laughing while standing safely.
Now, she was unrepentant and insulted Wu Zimo again in front of everyone. The Marshal wouldn't be angry for nothing.
Boom!
In an instant, everyone present felt a powerful spiritual force pressure.
The guests were alright as they were just affected by it.
As for Feng Yan'er, the target of the spiritual force pressure, her originally delicate and rosy face turned pale instantly.
Even the Feng family head beside her was no exception.
Although he hadn't spoken, the way he looked at Wu Zimo was enough for Scott to cut him into ten pieces.
Just as the atmosphere became increasingly tense due to Scott's spiritual force pressure, another voice, seemingly affectionate but actually frivolous, cut in.
"Little Mo, I miss you."