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The High Priest remained silent for a long time, finally speaking slowly.

"There can only be one Fire God Bride."

Tang Feifei's smile froze on her face, waiting for the final outcome.

"Since you're carrying the Wang Family's child."

The High Priest's voice was rasping like dry wood grating, "then you shall live and give birth to the child."

Tang Feifei's pupils suddenly contracted, filled with the joy of survival after a calamity.

"As for the sacrifice."

The High Priest hesitated.

On one side, the punishment of the entire clan, on the other, the family bloodline.

On the altar, Tang Feifei was already showing a smile of relief, with wrists marked by blood-stained rope showing no further struggle.

"Switching brides is disrespectful to the Fire God." My voice was calmer than I imagined.

I walked towards the crowd, the hem of the wedding dress sweeping over the bloodstains on the ground.

"Wait! I have a secret! Tang Feifei is not pregnant at all!"