"You flatter me, Immortal Lord. Everything is in the past, and I have no reason to blame you."

"Hey, since you don't blame us, you should change your tune!" the Old Man Under the Moon joked.

Bei Yan blushed and called out to Feng Yue, "Father."

Feng Yue responded, his usually serious face unusually showing a kind smile.

Sitting next to Bei Yan, Jun Lin's thin lips curled up, and his silver eyes were filled with laughter.

A large hand grasped Bei Yan's soft little hand, and amidst the laughter and chatter of the group, whispered something in Bei Yan's ear:

"Thank you, Madam."

Thank you for not holding a grudge against my father. Thank you for appearing in my life.

Having been husband and wife for three lifetimes, how could Bei Yan not understand the meaning behind Jun Lin's words? She gently squeezed Jun Lin's large hand with her small hand.

Deep affection needs no words; it is conveyed naturally.

The wedding banquet was held in the demon realm and then in the immortal realm before it was finally settled.

"Junlin, where's your ex-fiancée today? Hmm?"

Inside the fiery red bridal chamber, Bei Yan, dressed in a red wedding gown, held a fine white jade wine vessel in her slender hands, her beautiful face flushed with a rosy hue.

"Who?" Jun Lin's long, handsome eyebrows furrowed slightly, and his silver eyes showed a hint of confusion and bewilderment.

Bei Yan pouted her red lips and said with dissatisfaction, "Well, you're getting more and more shameless now. Fairy Qingyao, don't tell me you don't remember."

Jun Lin's lips curled slightly, and his divine face drew closer to Bei Yan: "Why remember someone who is unimportant? But, my lady, are you jealous, hmm?"

Bei Yan waved his hand, stubbornly insisting, "Go away, you're the one who's jealous."

"Madam, you're drunk." Jun Lin helplessly grasped Bei Yan's hand to prevent her from collapsing.

"Just kidding, this old lady can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk. Haven't we drunk our nuptial wine yet? Come on, fill this old lady's cup!"

"Alright, alright, I'll fill it up for you." Jun Lin's silver eyes were full of doting love as he sighed helplessly.

Even my great-aunt came out, and she still said she wasn't drunk. What a scatterbrain!

As night deepened, within the fiery red bed curtains, silver and black hair intertwined tenderly, conveying a deep and lingering affection.

"you……"

"I'll be gentle, don't be angry, okay?"

"You, stop right now!" The voice was clearly filled with gritted teeth.

Jun Lin paused for a moment, just as Bei Yan thought he would stop.

A hoarse, deep voice said, "Madam, you should stay angry."

Beiyan: "???"

They've rebelled!

On the third day, Bei Yan lay on the soft white clouds, looking at Jun Lin kneeling on a durian.

Do you know where you went wrong?

Junlin nodded, his face showing a clear sense of remorse.

Bei Yan's heart softened slightly: "Get up."

Jun Lin's thin lips curved into a smile. He stood up and pulled Bei Yan into his arms, then lowered his head and gently pecked the little boy's red lips.

"Madam is the best."

"Go away, you think you're so great just because I give you a little sunshine? Tell me, what did you do wrong?"

"I'll be gentler next time, I'll restrain myself next time." His deep, magnetic voice, with its alluring huskiness, made each word a sincere promise.

Even though it was meant as an apology, Bei Yan felt something was off about it, and her ears even turned slightly red.

"Good to know." Her voice was soft and sweet, pleasing to Jun Lin's ears.

It felt like a feather had brushed against my heart, a tingling, numb sensation, and my Adam's apple bobbed up and down.