Chapter 4 Wedding Accidents

Right at that moment, my father played the family card. "Jasmine is my daughter!" I was quite shocked. That was the first time he had openly acknowledged that I was his daughter. The guests looked at my father in bewilderment. My father continued. "Jasmine is a child I had after a drunk night! She is still my daughter, after all. I can't banish her, so I lied and told everyone that she had died so she could live in the castle." Tears fell down my father's face. I knew what he said was not true. My mother told me that he wanted to strangle me when I was just born. It was my mother who fought to protect me. My stepmother chimed in, "After Jasmine was born, even if her wolf has yet to awaken, we still treated her like our own. After all, she is Princess Jasmine." Treated me like one of their own? How absurd! My father came over to me. "She is my daughter. Even if she had killed her mother, even if many think that she is the devil, she is still my daughter. How could I bear to banish her!" My father hugged me. From an outsider's point of view, he was a great father. He whispered in my ear, "Play along or you'll regret it!" After letting me go, he resumed his perfect father act once more. I went along with my father, silently crying inside. The guests were still shocked. "She killed her own mother?" "Matricide is a great dishonor! Your Majesty, you can't just let her off the hook! She'll just bring more trouble if you let her stay!" "Yes, kill her!" I lowered my head. My mother was my weakness. My father was a little anxious. "No! Jasmine can't die!" He put himself in front of me. I knew he was protecting me because of Diana. He had never cared for me. I saw Vincent behind the group of guests. His expression darkened. After all, he had also killed his father to usurp the throne. When Vincent's guard noticed his reaction, he pointed at the guest who was yelling a moment ago. "You! Come right here!" The guest shuddered, but he did not dare to defy Vincent's orders. Vincent held his sword and looked at the guest condescendingly. "Did you say matricide is a great dishonor?" The guest did not sense the danger present. "Yes, Jasmine had killed her own mother! She should go to hell! She should pay with her life!" Before the guest could finish his sentence, Vincent slashed his sword across the guest's throat. Blood splattered all over and he fell to the ground. The other guests never expected that Vincent would slaughter another person at his wedding. The blood on Vincent's face made Diana retreat a few steps back in fright. He wiped the blood off his hands with his handkerchief. "So what if she killed her mother? I'll kill anyone who pisses me off!" Vincent's intimidating presence silenced the entire hall. When Vincent was born, his mother died in labor. His father has never cared for him. It was his mother's personal servant that brought him up. His father treated him as the devil and tried to kill him many times. Unfortunately, his father killed the one person that brought him up. From that moment onward, the loathe Vincent had for his father grew exponentially. He knew he had to get stronger to fight against his father. When he was 18, he led his guards in a coup against his father, killing him and usurping the throne. He beheaded his father without any hesitation. From then onward, he was known as the Devil King. No one in the wolf tribes would dare to disrespect him! I guessed that it offended him when someone said that it was a great dishonor to kill my own mother. Vincent walked over to me. The crowd naturally parted for him to pass. My father was initially in front of me, protecting me. By the time Vincent came over, he was hiding behind me. So much for a great father figure. Vincent held my face and swept my hair away. I was so frightened that I shuddered. He sneered and said, "Heterochromia. How interesting!" Tears welled up in my eyes. Vincent let me go. "Since this incident is over, let's go attend my wedding!" I slumped to the ground, still reeling from the fact that Vincent had just slaughtered someone. I was terrified! I was fearing for my life! My stepmother gave Diana a look, and Diana was taken back to the dressing room by the servants. My father went ahead to the front hall to greet the guests, while I was dragged back to the storage room by my stepmother. She threw me to the ground. I said, "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I didn't mean for it to happen." I was afraid of my stepmother. After all, she was just as cruel as Diana and my father. She grabbed me by my face. "This face brings me bad luck. It's too bad you're still useful to my daughter. If not, I would have killed you. I'm warning you. Be good. Don't try to do anything funny. If not, I'll make you wish you weren't born. I'll dig up your mother's body and throw her into the wild." Then, she shoved me away. I clenched my fists. "Yes, Your Majesty. I will give the Princess my blood." My stepmother stood up straight. "Cover your eye up. It brings bad luck. After that, hurry up and get to Diana in case she needs you." With that said, she left. I looked at my dirty face in the mirror. I washed it once more and put on a hat. Then, I headed out of the storage room to the wedding hall. I lowered my head and headed for Diana's dressing room. When Diana saw me coming over, she screeched, "Stand by the door! Don't come in! You're dirty!" I looked down at my old clothes, faded from all the washing, and backed away to stand by the door. Looking at the guests coming and going, I pulled my hat down as I did not want them to recognize me. If I were to cause any more trouble at Diana's wedding, a beating would be waiting for me. The time came and the wedding started. Diana walked out of the dressing room looking gorgeous and graceful while I looked at how ugly and small I was. When Diana came out, she said to me, "Go and serve the guests some drinks and get out of my face!" I did not dare to disobey Diana, so I went to pour drinks for the guests. I looked at Diana and Vincent up on stage. They were a match made in heaven. I truly wished them happiness. Just when I had all my attention on them, waiting for them to mark each other, a guest bumped into me. The jar in my hand dropped to the ground. At that moment, everyone looked at me, including Vincent and Diana. Diana gave me death glares. I frantically bent down to pick up the glass shards, but I accidentally cut my hand. The scent of my blood got Diana excited, and she swallowed her saliva. Vincent had a strange gaze too.