Turnaround Life: The Rebirth Elegy of the Wealthy Wife

The next day, people gathered at the Kanda Festival parade in Kyoto, looking forward to the appearance of the sacred car.

As the sound of drums and music gradually rose, the divine chariot slowly drove out, and the whole scene suddenly became solemn and dignified.

The majestic empty dragon chariot decorated with the characters on it was particularly eye-catching among the many magnificent chariots. When it slowly appeared in people's sight, it caused a burst of exclamation.

“Wow, look at that amazing car!”

"How cool! Are the dragon patterns real?"

Exclamations like these appeared one after another, and people invariably focused their attention on this unique and magical car.

The sacred carriage moved slowly, and traditional sacrificial music sounded along with the changes of the black dragon on the carriage. The black dragon pattern on the carriage was even more mysterious against the background of the various colored characters.

As the painter of the temple, Tang Wenwan wore traditional costumes and sat quietly in the divine chariot.

Her face is covered by a veil, making it impossible to see her true appearance, which adds to the mystery of the divine car and makes people stare at it with more curiosity.

She held a brush in her hand, writing on the paper with great concentration, and the ink dragon seemed to dance along with the rhythm of her handwriting.

The ink flows on the car body, forming perfect and unique characters one after another. The eyes of the ink dragon seem to have life, flashing mysterious light.

When people saw this scene, they couldn't help but hold their breath, as if they had entered an unreal world.

Everyone seemed to be able to feel the Zen and wisdom conveyed by the brush and ink permeating in the air.

The divine carriage moved slowly, accompanied by the dancing of Tang Wenwan's brush and ink, traditional sacrificial music echoed throughout the street, and more and more people were summoned and moved forward.

Suddenly, a burst of jubilant screams quickly lifted the atmosphere at the scene.

At this time, everyone realized that the prince's amulet was slowly driving through the crowd.

A mixed-race beauty wearing a Japanese kimono standing side by side with the prince in the car was even more eye-catching.

She is tall and slender, with a charming face, and her long golden hair is tied into a Japanese bun, revealing a mysterious temperament that is different from ordinary people.

The sacred music suddenly stopped, and the laughter and noise in the street were instantly frozen. Two golden divine chariots slowly moved side by side until they crossed each other, and all the divine chariots were completely silent.

The crowds in the parade filed in one after another, like a painting sealed in time and space, frozen in an instant.

The dark curtain was slightly lifted, and a pair of feet wearing silver silk shoes rose into the air, and then landed steadily.

Like an animal observing its own territory with the keenest insight, a pair of eyes like stars in the night appeared from the inside, looking at the main car of the throne surrounded by smoke from the incense burner.

"Your Highness..."

The low voices in the crowd were all interrupted, and in the silence, only breathing could be heard.

salute.

A symbol of faith, it is an endless reverence for the worshipper and a respectful obedience to the festival of prayer.

Everyone knelt down and politely saluted the prince and the mixed-race beauty.

"Let's begin the prayer ceremony."

The prince spoke in a low voice, his tone firm and without the slightest hesitation.

In an instant, everyone's palms clenched, and their eyes looked intently at the prince, as if they had established some kind of wonderful connection with the mysterious spirituality of the universe.

Then, with the sound of ancient drums and whistles, the prayer ceremony officially began.

Amid the devout prayers, everyone was filled with awe, as if they had traveled through time. They were witnesses and participants of this grand ceremony, as well as the protectors and inheritors of the Kyoto Kanda Festival.

After the ceremony, the prince waved to everyone and got back on the sacred carriage with the mixed-race beauty.

The divine chariot started slowly and passed by the black dragon chariot, as if it was the intersection of two worlds, majestic and solemn.

People watched the car slowly driving away, their hearts filled with awe and respect.

The streets were once again filled with people, and the warm atmosphere of the Kanda Festival made the whole of Kyoto seem to have returned to its heyday amid the farewell sounds.

When the two magical cars crossed each other, Tang Wenwan realized that the mixed-race beauty was actually Serina who came to her house yesterday.

Her eyes moved slightly, and she exchanged a meaningful look with Jiang Kaichen, who had been guarding behind her as a bodyguard.

Jiang Kaichen pinched her shoulder gently, and when she turned around, she met the gaze of the prince in the car.

With just a quick glance with his black eyes, he put his long arm around Serina's shoulder, who was looking over here, and passed by her like a stranger.

Wow, this is outrageous. He didn't even say hello to the teacher when he saw him.

Tang Wenwan thought to herself, frowned and looked at Jiang Kaichen in confusion.

This time Jiang Kaichen didn't do anything. He just avoided her gaze and half-knelt down to grind the ink.

"Tsk..."

Tang Wenwan muttered something, full of doubt, and could only pick up the pen and start "practicing" again.

When the car reached the end of the road and was about to turn toward the Hozugawa River, there was a loud "bang" and the entire parade came to a halt.

The car stopped suddenly, and Jiang Kaichen hugged Tang Wenwan, who was pushed forward by inertia, into his arms.

"It really took action."

Tang Wenwan turned around suddenly and heard Jiang Kaichen whispering coldly.

On the other side of the road, there was chaos, thick smoke and dust.

Tang Wenwan rubbed her eyes and saw from afar what seemed to be the prince's amulet chariot parked crookedly in the middle of the chaos.

"Victor's mercenaries really launched a surprise attack."

The sound of Jiang Kaichen gritting his teeth was heard behind him. Tang Wenwan's scalp numbed and she looked at him in shock.

The harmonious atmosphere at the Kanda Festival was instantly broken and people fled in panic.

The flag-flying procession was scattered by the explosion, and the music and dancing turned into a chaotic noise and wrestling.

"Xiaoxue, inform the master not to stop and follow the crowd to retreat to the dock while the chaos is going on."

Jiang Kaichen just patted Tang Wenwan without further explanation. Instead, he stretched his head and called out to Hashimoto Xue on the next floor.

"them…"

Tang Wenwan grabbed Jiang Kaichen's hand, her heart ached, and her worry about the prince and the others was written all over her face.

"Qianqiu is prepared. The prince and his men have already moved away. Don't worry!"

The car slowly started moving again with the dispersing crowd, and Jiang Kaichen whispered something in Tang Wenwan's ear.

"Are they really going to be okay?"

Tang Wenwan's voice was trembling. The Kanda Festival had been messed up like this. She felt so choked up that she could hardly breathe.

Jiang Kaichen's eyes were dull, his hands clenched, and he lowered his head and whispered comfortingly:

"We discussed all this last night. Don't worry, there will be no casualties. Once we turn this corner, the parade will return to normal."

"Really?"

Tang Wenwan asked anxiously, and finally she felt relieved.

Her shoulders were gently rubbed again, as if to help her relieve all her anxiety.

Tang Wenwan poked her head out of the car and saw that the parade was indeed restoring order after a brief disturbance. Amid the crowd, one could vaguely see many of the prince's guards doing effective coordination.

She saw people returning to the parade. Although they were frightened by the sudden incident, they still held the sacred banners tightly in their hands and waited quietly for the parade to continue. The power of faith is indeed strong.