After praying, Chu Yuening stood on tiptoe, leaned close to the man's ear, and asked mysteriously.

"A Zheng, guess what I wished for?"

"Hmm...I don't know."

"Hey, I made three wishes."

Chu Yuening blinked her eyelashes cunningly, her voice light and graceful, yet filled with unprecedented piety.

"I wish the Great Qin Kingdom peace and prosperity."

"Second, I wish my family all the best."

"Three wishes—"

"A Zheng's wishes come true, his requests are fulfilled, his path is smooth, and everything goes as he wishes."

The woman spoke with a sweet smile and her eyes were beautiful.

It shines brightly among the lights of thousands of homes, as pure as a clear spring, filled with starlight and moonlight, dazzling and brilliant.

At this moment, only his figure was reflected, as if he was her whole world.

In an instant, Ying Zheng seemed to have lost his senses.

There are no bustling crowds, no noisy sounds, everything has lost its color, and the stars and the moon have become dim.

She is the only one who is that vivid and bright color.

The moon under your eyes is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is the one you love.

The bright moon fell into his arms, and his lonely, cold and dark life was filled with the worldly atmosphere and warm light.

Ying Zheng's eyes were extremely gentle, and his heart seemed to melt into a pool of spring water, which was blown by the wind called love, and layers of joyful ripples were created.

He held his wife's cheeks in his hands and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. His low voice was solemn and dignified, containing eternal and everlasting love.

"May my wife be as constant as the moon and as rising as the sun, and may she be happy year after year."