After nightfall, the night of Mount Omiya was once again set ablaze.
People who love excitement held torches of various sizes and shouted "Hey yo hey yo yo," weaving through the courtyard. The women all came out to follow the procession of the divine palanquin, eagerly vying for the first visit to the shrine after it returns.
The location hosting the main banquet was a spacious hall.
Not yet entered the hall, Fujiwara Reya was merely holding Kawashima Miki’s arm, walking through the corridor filled with incense by attendants, arriving at the entrance of the great hall, they had already become the focal point of the entire scene.
In the cheers, the crowd with lanterns surged like waves.
The lanterns painted with the image of the Mountain God lit up the courtyard, illuminating the night pine trees. The cheering rose and fell, enthusiastic faces illuminated in the flickering lights.
"The prestige of the Mountain God is quite high."
"Of course, after all, I’m perfect even to the point where not a single finger is flawed... Ouch."
Kawashima Miki laughed tenderly, but inside her sleeve, a hand quietly pinched his waist, "Stop boasting in my ear."
Two maidservants supporting her skirt stifled their laughter watching the Mountain God being teased by his wife, thinking that the young master is destined to live under his wife’s control, so he should stop struggling.
Entering from the entrance, the cedar doors painted with Shouye School-style cranes opened wide to both sides.
All the windows were painted with antique floral patterns, and the walls with recessed niches inside were covered with golden clouds, with slender scrolls hanging from the beams. Tea tables and chairs were covered with various patterned embroidered covers, composing a magnificent picture of a court banquet.
Chandeliers hung from the Peach Blossom Square ceiling, the light bright but not glaring.
The maidservants in white dresses swiftly moved between a paper table and each stage, drawing many straight lines in the air. Their pure white, lively and lovely demeanor, industrious actions were quite likable. Their mutual consultations and inquiries were like a white butterfly flitting about, turning the entire hall into a joyous world.
Holding Fujiwara Reya’s arm, Kawashima Miki entered the venue with a smile on her face, all the guests instinctively looked over. The Mountain God and Mountain God’s wife, both wearing masks, their appearance indistinguishable, but judging from their luxurious clothing and noble demeanor, were not to be underestimated.
"Good evening everyone." Fujiwara Reya greeted kindly.
The young Mountain God, wearing a black crowned royal robe and draped with red haori, his upright posture drew a wave of cheers.
Holding his arm, Kawashima Miki’s lips curled into a satisfied smile.
Her clear and dark eyes scanned the entire banquet, twinkling with nobility and pride. This attitude seemed to say: ’Hurry and pay respects to the Mountain God’s wife.’
A red carpet stretched from the hall entrance to the podium, Fujiwara Reya, before delivering the formal speech, needed to exchange some pleasantries with the guests in the hall. Of course, that was before, now he has his wife, who can handle everything.
However, just when Fujiwara Reya was about to slip away, Kawashima Miki, as if expecting it, tightly grabbed his hand.
A newlywed couple resembling an emperor and empress, tightly embracing in the enthusiastic gaze of the guests, appeared particularly loving. In the candlelight, against the red carpet, the young man’s attire and the delicate neck revealed from the queen’s deep-collared wedding dress became the world’s most noble silhouette.
"I’m going to the restroom..."
"I’ll discuss something with Dark Crow..."
"I’ll find Yukino..."
"Acting coquettish is useless."
Kawashima Miki laughed while covering her lips, observing the somewhat perplexed Fujiwara Reya, her gaze showing satisfaction.
"At gatherings, the wife must always follow the husband." She whispered in Fujiwara Reya’s ear, "I’ve already wrapped your hand with mine with spider silk, so don’t even think about escaping now."
With her reminder, Fujiwara Reya realized his hand clasped within her wide sleeve was already wrapped in spider silk.
"I feel like a prisoner..."
"I am very willing. Look, how joyfully I’m smiling..."
Kawashima Miki slightly turned her face, holding a reserved laugh behind his back.
The light shimmered down, the phoenix crown and small gold ornaments on her ears gleaming, making her skin appear even more dazzling.
After she finished laughing, she turned her head forward and proceeded.
The red embroidered shoes, with their delicate toe tips alternated beneath the thin veil of the wedding gown hem, making the elegant and gorgeous Mrs. Miki appear as if people couldn’t look directly at her.
Especially the segment of fair neck visible above the collar, appeared even more sensual and captivating tonight, possessing a whirlpool-like allure.
"Madam, I want to give you a hickey." Fujiwara Reya cheekily approached, without a hint of embarrassment.
Kawashima Miki gently pushed his chin away with her fingers.
Fujiwara Reya couldn’t reach her.
Feeling itchy at heart.
Kawashima Miki whispered to him, "Tonight, I’ll let you sow seeds until nothing is left."
"I will do so unreservedly!" Fujiwara Reya squeezed her hand tightly.
The two slowly walked from the entrance to the podium, all the enthusiastic greetings from the guests were handled by Kawashima Miki.
Fujiwara Reya’s gaze searched among the crowd.
Inside the great hall, there were several stages performing kabuki of characters like warriors, queens, princesses, poets under the lights, he looked around and found the stage where Furukawa Conference Hall was located.