At this point, Mu Qiuyao lightly tapped Chen Zhao's cheek with her finger.

"However, as the saying goes, 'no discord, no concord,' and thinking back on all the experiences we had together afterward..."

"Fate is truly a wondrous thing, and you are, Zhaozhao."

Upon hearing this, Shen Zhao's fierce aura subsided considerably.

He gently stroked Mu Qiuyao's hair: "Yes, it is indeed very strange. So what do you think will happen tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Mu Qiuyao's beautiful cheeks immediately turned crimson.

Do you know why I'm holding this literary competition tonight?

Meeting Shen Zhao's gentle gaze, Mu Qiuyao gradually fell for him.

"That means I knew you would come, no matter what, even if you didn't say a word."

Even if I hadn't made such a commotion, and had just sat there motionless, I would still have chosen you for my boudoir.

After all, in this life, I, Mu Qiuyao, am destined to belong only to you.

If you can accept my past, I will naturally consider you my most perfect self.

My truest reliance, so, my husband, let us solidify our relationship tonight.

From this day forward, I, Mu Qiuyao, belong only to you.

After saying that, she took off the jade hairpin from her head, and her long, black hair flowed down in a straight stream, making her face look even more beautiful and delicate.

"Of course!" Shen Zhao hugged Mu Qiuyao tightly. "You, Mu Qiuyao, can only belong to me for the rest of your life."

"My lord, a moment of bliss on this spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold."

As soon as he finished speaking, the candlestick went out.

The curtains of spring's embrace slowly fell, concealing the most beautiful scene in the world...

Outside the window, the clear sound of a jade flute rang out.

The bluebird appeared on the eaves of Yupinxuan, quietly playing a tune called "Phoenix Seeking Its Mate," as if cheering on the relationship between Shen Zhao and Mu Qiuyao.

After a long while, the song ended.

"well……"

She let out a soft sigh, as if it carried endless sorrow and grief.

Her beautiful, deep eyes revealed a profound sense of melancholy and an undisguised envy.

That gaze seemed to transcend time and space, landing on a distant and beautiful place, a place where she longed for something she could not possess.

"General Shen..."

The hand holding the jade flute seemed to tighten even more.