flirting with your brother-in-law!

Di Beiyao forcefully pushed Jun Wuji away, pointed a finger at Jun Wuji who was smiling but not smiling, and said resentfully.

"Don't laugh!"

"Okay, I won't laugh." His Yao'er is just too cute.

Seeing that Jun Wuji had stopped smiling, Di Beiyao's anger subsided considerably.

It's shameful to flirt with someone only to be flirted with in return, a disgrace that would be a thousand years ago!

She swore she'd be a fool if she did that again!

"Yao'er?" A gentle voice rang out.

"What are you doing?" The Empress was furious about losing her first kiss and didn't want to deal with this bastard in front of her.

Jun Wuji lowered his head and looked directly into Di Beiyao's eyes.

"Once things are settled in Jiangnan and we return to the capital, I will marry you."

Jun Wuji's expression was so serious when he said this that it stirred an indescribable flutter in Di Beiyao's heart.

Her beautiful face became unusually serious; she straightened up and said earnestly.

"What if I forbid you from having any other women besides me?"

Jun Wuji chuckled, reaching out to ruffle Di Beiyao's hair. What was this little guy worrying about?

"I've never thought of anyone else but you, Yao'er. I'll prove it with time. Please rest assured, put your hand in mine, and trust me."

Di Beiyao raised an eyebrow and said, "What if you betray me in the future?"

“There will never be such a day,” Jun Wuji said almost without hesitation.

Di Beiyao reached out and hooked his arm around Jun Wuji's neck, his dark eyes gazing straight into the depths of Jun Wuji's eyes.

"If that day ever comes, I will kill you."

Jun Wuji's expression remained unchanged despite Di Beiyao's words, still filled with tenderness and doting as he embraced the slender waist of the little figure before him.

"good."

"Then I'll trust you this once, but don't let me lose the bet!" Di Beiyao stuck a finger into Jun Wuji's chest.

"Alright! So, can I now interpret this as Yao'er accepting me?"

The narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes were now sparkling with surprise, as if they could illuminate the entire world at any moment.

Seeing Jun Wuji's silly expression, Di Beiyao found it both funny and heartwarming.

She tiptoed and kissed Jun Wuji's thin lips. Before Jun Wuji could react, she reached out and took his hand, leading him towards the door.

"Let's go, let's go eat, I'm starving!"

As Qingfeng was passing by on his errands, he saw Di Beiyao pulling Jun Wuji, who had a silly grin on his face, walk past him. Instinctively, Qingfeng raised his hand and rubbed his eyes.

Seeing his master still grinning foolishly, he was utterly astonished and muttered to himself, "Could this be the power of love that storytellers talk about?"

After eating and drinking to their hearts' content, Di Beiyao followed Jun Wuji to the disaster relief site from the previous day and took a routine walk around it.

Just as they were about to leave, a commotion arose not far down the street.

The group looked in the direction of the sound and saw a group of refugees huddled in a circle, discussing something animatedly.

Jun Wuji frowned and looked at the person in charge of the disaster relief site. "What's going on?"

The person in charge of disaster relief here is a rugged-looking middle-aged man named Lu Zhi.

Seeing Jun Wuji frown, Lu Zhi's heart leaped into his throat. He both respected and feared this cold-faced Yama, the God of War.

He immediately sent his men to investigate, and within minutes, the men returned.

"Your Highness, there's a woman over there selling herself, which is why she's attracted a crowd."

Upon hearing this, Jun Wuji's brows furrowed even more deeply.

Lu Zhi, standing beside him, cautiously asked, "Your Highness, shall we go and take a look?"