Isabella, in an inadvertent moment, felt herself drifting off for a while. Just as the scattered focus in her eyes reassembled, she sensed a chilling air rushing towards her; snowflakes descended, melting and blooming on the surface of her body. The coldness touching her skin signaled the shattering of the armor covering her. From the surface of the magnificent garment, droplets of crystal clear fell down; the golden hair, previously swaying with the strong wind, now stood still alongside the completely lowered flag tip.

The long and wide terrifying cracks, extending like a crawling giant dragon, spread straight to the end of onlookers' sight; the oppressive atmosphere once pervading the entire world dissipated completely at this moment. Now, half of the remaining arrows hung around Isabella; these weapons occupied all sides of her movement without missing a spot, forming an encirclement without any blind spots.

The thunder was gone, the frost still lingering; the countless spectators present couldn’t calm the shock in their hearts, unable to restrain the constant swallowing in their throats. They were shocked, speechless, even stunned; not for anything else, but because the strongest person of that empire had just ended the ultimate duel in the previous moment; because, at that instant, the undefeated valkyrie was locked in, completely losing the duel.

Power overcame power, the stronger replaced the stronger. Now everything had ended, yet everything had just begun! A new valkyrie stood proudly here, once the master of the current monarch, and now, she had a brand new identity.

Empress!

A title not bestowed for a hundred years or even hundreds of years, a title that today created a new history and engraved glory into distant posterity.

"I'm sorry, your master will always be your master..."

Wang Xiaole, with widened eyes, tightly clenched his fist in the next moment, causing many arrows to shoot out without any blind spots, ultimately landing on Isabella; at the moment of contact, the arrows directly turned into snowflakes, suddenly drifting upwards, soaring to the sky before gently falling back down.

The ice melted into snow, enveloping this place that had just experienced the peak duel with a new layer of white, resembling a veil draped over a bride. Snowflakes replaced flowers, appearing extremely romantic at this moment!

Isabella, immersed in such a rare and unforgettable scene today, unusually allowed her emotions to be captivated by it, and her tone also changed afterward: "Yes, I lost to my master!"

The word "lost" in her statement was not actually referring to the outcome of the duel. If anyone took a close look at Isabella's face now, they would notice a change in her expression. The Empress at this moment seemed like a woman faced with a persistent courtship, shaking her head at last, smiling as she accepts a marriage proposal from the man.

Even if the disciple didn’t really burst into laughter, the emotions hidden beneath her expression were still discernible to Wang Xiaole — after all, what kind of master would he be otherwise?

Clap clap clap clap clap!

Interrupting the undivided attention of these two was a rather awkward occurrence. However, Sister Glasses had another reason for being present today besides being a witness; there was another task she had to fulfill. Considering the time was getting late and night was becoming noticeably darker, Sister Glasses forcibly redirected the attention of everyone present towards her.

For this purpose, Sister Glasses doesn't need to do anything overly complicated; she just needs to borrow the power given by His Majesty and declare one thing:

"Since the selection of the imperial husband has been officially determined, we will proceed with the wedding immediately according to the plan discussed with His Majesty yesterday!"

The moment for disguise has arrived. Sister Glasses reaches out and tears off the outermost coat wrapped around her body, tossing it into the air with a flick; after shedding off that cumbersome garment, Sister Glasses stands before the citizens in a light and nimble master of ceremonies outfit.

Certainly, a wedding ceremony requires a master of ceremonies, and the main significance of Sister Glasses standing here today is to personally step in and take on that role.

"I can see from the eyes of the citizens that you are full of deep suspicions towards me, questioning my abilities."

However, the citizens' concerns are purely unnecessary; it should be noted that before entering the palace, Sister Glasses graduated from a relevant school with a diploma.

"Looking back, if my dear mother hadn't lied, saying that there are more solid job opportunities in the palace nowadays, I might have become a renowned emcee across the continent by now..."

"Shhh!"

The hisses from the citizens are not malicious; the main point is to remind Sister Glasses that she has digressed.

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I got carried away with excitement and didn't pay much attention... Enough chitchat, now please welcome the newlyweds."

In reality, there is no such thing as an "entrance." Isabella, a girl lacking romantic sensibilities, does not pay much attention to the atmosphere and environment; under her arrangement, the arena that had just been flattened in the duel could be used as the venue for the wedding; hence, the step of "entering" was deemed unnecessary, as Isabella and Wang Xiaole are already standing on the site where the duel and wedding are taking place.

Originally, Sister Glasses was still hesitating on how to add some flowers to the scene; luckily, "Miss Wang" by her side was very helpful and, just now, artificially created a snowfall using ice elements;

After all, snowflakes are also flowers!

With this in mind, Sister Glasses found a legitimate excuse to fast-forward the ceremony to the third stage.

Although the steps were somewhat rushed, citizens generally believed that "seeing the excitement early is fine"; as important witnesses had no objections, Isabella, as a key figure in the ceremony, respected the citizens' sentiments.

Only Wang Xiaole couldn't understand:

"Isn't this a bit too early? Master thought the wedding ceremony was scheduled for tomorrow."

To which Isabella solemnly explained:

"Yes, the original plan was for tomorrow, but after thinking it over yesterday, I felt that in the current preparatory environment, it would be best to save precious time."

To quote a saying from the Eastern Realm:

Isabella's approach is to "do extraordinary things in extraordinary times"!

While unilaterally changing the plans, she also firmly believed:

The master will definitely understand himself!

What is the reality then?

Indeed, Wang Xiaole understands the difficult situation of his disciples;

However, at the same time, his mind is indeed a bit confused, mainly due to the sudden collapse of the established plan.

Out of the thought to protect his disciples, Wang Xiaole had actually prepared to become the imperial husband as early as a few days ago and had also formulated a plan to prevent any "fires in the backyard."

Because of this matter of becoming the imperial husband, not to mention other things, Lucia and Cai will definitely not agree, and most likely will confront Isabella to the end;

Wang Xiaole originally intended to pacify the two girls when he returned tonight in order to prevent conflicts among the girls;

Unexpectedly, the wedding ceremony was held a day earlier than he had anticipated;

This abrupt change completely disrupted the carefully planned pacification steps in an instant!

Just as Wang Xiaole was thinking of how to remedy the situation, uninvited guests who did not belong to this venue suddenly arrived, disrupting the stable atmosphere that had not lasted long.

"Having a wedding is a good thing, but it seems like the bride standing on the stage may have chosen the wrong groom!"

The voice of discord sounded on its own.

Just a moment ago, Isabella still maintained a gentle expression;

But when that familiar voice echoed, she immediately, almost instinctively, turned her head to look in the direction of the sound, her face suddenly turning serious.

No mistake, Isabella would never mishear that voice, she would never forget - her archenemy!

With her golden long hair, now slightly curled at the tips due to the surge of electric arcs, casting a single glance that instantly heated up the cool atmosphere in the room;

Under the gaze of her greatest enemy, a figure walked confidently and elegantly to the scene, ready to stir things up!

Step, step, step, step.

Regardless of whether others were willing or not, the wedding venue would soon welcome its second leading lady.

The young girl placed her blue hair cascading behind her neck, with strands tightly clinging to a white veil that covered her body, along with a striking outfit, capturing the attention of onlookers.

At the moment her archenemy appeared, Isabella recognized her;

Wang Xiaole reacted slightly faster, already shouting out the name of the girl before Isabella could act:

"Xia, you really came! That's more like you."

The two girls, like fire and water, now faced each other, a situation that should have made Wang Xiaole uneasy.

But somehow, after calling out the girl's name, he actually felt a sense of relief deep down.

This might be a phenomenon caused by a certain mindset.

For Wang Xiaole:

Secretly marrying a girl under wraps was far less peaceful than confronting a battlefield head-on.

Sometimes, being caught between two girls was definitely better than making a choice and doing something that would disappoint either one.

Here it comes, let it come;

Wang Xiaole prayed in his heart:

Let the emotional storm come even more fiercely!

As the situation unfolded as Wang Xiaole had expected, Lucia did not just simply barge into the venue; she had come fully prepared!

She was different from Isabella, who didn't care about formalities, and wore a wedding dress at this crucial moment just in time.

Is wearing a wedding dress enough?

Jokingly, this is just the beginning.

Lucia was determined to prove her status, not just by her attire and by challenging her enemies, but also by preempting them and declaring the symbolic statement of identity first:

"The legitimate wife is here. Where does the fox spirit have the courage to continue standing on the stage in such a dignified manner?"

Lucia never let a rival slip by, but never put any rival on an equal footing with herself.

Just like the statement of the "legitimate wife" spoken from her own mouth;

Even when she arrived at the wedding, she only saw the ceremony as a matter of course;

Believing that standing in the position of the bride was entirely appropriate, to a degree that was only fitting and proper!