When Beauty Meets Beasts

The next day, Huanhuan was woken up before dawn.

She rubbed her eyes. Her mind was still in a daze.

There were still stars flashing in the sky outside the window.

Huanhuan yawned. "What time is it?"

Sang Ye paused. "What time?"

"I mean which part of the day is it?"

"The sun should be out in a while," Sang Ye said as he wiped her face. "The people coming to attend the ceremony have already gathered at the foot of the mountain. When it's dawn, they'll start to go up the mountain. You have to pack up before they reach the 10,000 Beast Temple."

Jian Yi led two divine servants in.

"Lady Huanhuan, these are your clothes for the 10,000 Beast Ceremony. As you were pressed for time previously, I couldn't customize them for you. I could only shorten the clothes left behind by the prophet. Do you think you can wear them?"

They put the clothes on the floor, then tactfully left the bedroom.

Sang Ye picked up the clothes and helped Huanhuan change.

The workmanship of the clothes was indescribable. It was soft and smooth, and there was a faint delicate luster on the surface.

Huanhuan tugged at her sleeve. "It feels strange."

Although the clothes had been modified to be much shorter, they still looked very wide on her, especially at her shoulders. The sleeves drooped to her elbows. The clothes that should have fit her well had turned into a baggy shirt.

She tried to roll up her sleeves and pant legs twice. She looked in the black crystal mirror on the wall—

Oh my God, she looked especially like a village woman preparing to work in the fields!

Huanhuan turned to look at Sang Ye. "What do you think?"

Sang Ye was silent.

"Forget it. I'll wear my own clothes." Huanhuan quickly took off her clothes and took out the sacrificial dress that she was rewarded for doing the mission.

Sang Ye helped her put on her clothes.

This outfit fitted her much better and was much more pleasing to the eye.

Huanhuan looked at Sang Ye again. "Is this better?"

Sang Ye nodded. "Yes."

"Then I'll wear this!"

After combing her hair, Huanhuan was still hesitating about whether to wear a veiled hat or a mask.

Bai Di walked in with the breakfast he had just made.

"Hurry up and eat something. You'll be busy when the ceremony begins!"

There were no stools in the house, only a short square table. Bai Di placed breakfast on the low table.

Huanhuan lifted her skirt and sat on the ground. She picked up the meat bun and asked as she ate, "Where are the others?"

Bai Di said, "Shuang Yun went to the foot of the mountain to keep an eye on things. When he sees that the people are about to reach the 10,000 Beast Temple, he'll rush back to inform us as soon as possible. Xue Ling went to look for Leng Xiao to ask about the specific process of the 10,000 Beast Ceremony."

"You can ask Jian Yi about the specific process."

"What Xue Ling mainly wants to know is about defense. The 10,000 Beast Ceremony is not a small matter, especially for you. If anything goes wrong along the way, you'll immediately become the target of public criticism."

Huanhuan understood.

She swallowed the bun in her mouth. "Why aren't you eating?"

"The few of us ate before you woke up. Eat quickly. I'll go outside and take a look."

"Mhm."

Bai Di got up and left.

Afraid that she would be hungry later, Huanhuan finished three meat buns in one go. She was about to drink some soup to moisten her throat when Jian Yi pushed open the door and walked in.

"Lady Huanhuan, it's best if you drink less water."

Huanhuan paused. "Why?"

"If you drink too much water, what will you do if you have to pee during the ceremony?"

Huanhuan imagined that scene. Everyone was waiting for her to speak, but she had to run to the toilet in a hurry. It would indeed be quite awkward.

"Then I'll just take a small sip?"

She had eaten too many buns just now.

Jian Yi nodded. "Alright."

Huanhuan took a careful sip of the soup, then put the bowl down and burped in satisfaction.

Sang Ye asked her if she still wanted to eat.

Huanhuan wiped her mouth with a handkerchief. "I'm a little stuffed."

Sang Ye cleared the dishes and carried them out of the bedroom.

Jian Yi looked Huanhuan up and down. "You're not wearing the clothes we prepared for you?"

Huanhuan explained, "I tried on the clothes you sent over just now. They're especially wide. If it were any other time, I'd just wear it. However, it's such a big occasion today. It won't be appropriate for me to dress like that, so I made the decision to change my clothes."

"It's true that we didn't consider it carefully and didn't prepare suitable clothes for you. That's why you're troubled."

Huanhuan waved her hand. "It's just a small matter."

Jian Yi took out a sheepskin book. "As this is your first time presiding over the ceremony, there are many things you're not clear about. Therefore, I've written everything you need to say on this sheepskin. You don't have to memorize everything. You just have to remember what you need to say."

Huanhuan quickly thanked him.

She unfolded the sheepskin book and began to read it seriously.

The words were unfamiliar. They were a little like hieroglyphs, but they were more abstract than that.

Huanhuan had never seen such words before, but strangely, when she saw them, they were automatically translated into simplified Chinese that she was very familiar with in her mind.

While she read the sheepskin book, Jian Yi observed her imperceptibly.

He had specially written this sheepskin book in ancient words. It was impossible for ordinary beasts to have even seen them, let alone know them.

He didn't know anything about the female in front of him who was about to take over as the prophet. He didn't know her background or how strong she was.

This sheepskin book was just a test for her.

Seeing that she was staring at the sheepskin book without saying anything, Jian Yi couldn't help but ask tentatively, "If there's anything you don't understand, just tell me. I'll definitely answer everything."

Huanhuan said slowly, "I do have a question."

"Please go ahead."

"It says here that I have to personally go to the altar at the top of the mountain, but I'm very weak. I'll probably die halfway. What should I do? Can I get someone to carry me up?"

Jian Yi was stunned.

He had envisioned many questions that she might ask.

But no matter how he thought about it, he did not expect her to ask such a question.

Seeing that he was silent, Huanhuan looked disappointed. "Forget it. If I can't walk anymore, I can still crawl on the ground. At most, I'll be slower and my posture will be ugly—"

Jian Yi quickly interrupted her. "I'll arrange for divine servants to carry you up in a chair."

If the future prophet really crawled to the top of the mountain, the entire 10,000 Beast Temple would probably collapse from laughter!

Huanhuan smiled through her tears. "Thank you. You're such a good person!"

For some reason, Jian Yi was labeled as a good person.

When he saw Huanhuan put down the sheepskin book, he couldn't help but ask again, "Have you read everything?"

"Mhm."

"Don't you have any other questions?"

"No, I don't."