Then, upon hearing that her brother had been drugged and forced to marry her, Murong Wenfeng finally let Qiao Qiu go.

Qiao Qiu still wanted to hold a wedding ceremony for Yu Honghua, since she, as the groom, had been in a daze when they got married, so it wasn't a proper ceremony at all.

Fortunately, she managed to trap the people of Feihong Mountain in Feihong Village, which prevented the news of her early marriage from spreading quickly.

Once she remarries, these rumors will be useless. At worst, if something happens, another rumor can cover it up and everything will be fine.

"Yuanqing, where do you plan to get married?"

"They will get married in Nanyang and buy a mansion specifically for the wedding."

Murong Wenfeng agreed, "That's good too. Buying a mansion can be your first home."

Qiao Qiu fiddled with her fan and said, "What you said is exactly what I was thinking."

"But will the old man agree to your secret marriage?" Murong Wenfeng was a little worried. He was the emperor of a country, and his requirements for his daughter-in-law were probably the highest among all fathers in the entire Jinxi Kingdom. Yu Honghua was just a country girl, and just the fact that she had secretly pledged her life to the Crown Prince would probably make the emperor look down on her.

"It seems I didn't get married without my consent. Don't forget, it was his decree that I got married," Qiao Qiu said with a smile.

"Then you shouldn't try to frame him." Murong Wenfeng rolled her eyes at her. "If the old man knew, he would probably be even angrier."

“No matter how angry he is, I will not change my mind once I’ve made a decision.” A glint flashed in Qiao Qiu’s eyes.

"Won't that affect your position?" Murong Wenfeng was a little worried. As long as Dongfang Wuche didn't make any mistakes and didn't die, the throne would definitely be his. But if he made a mistake, then it wouldn't be so certain, especially such a big mistake.

"My position is no longer something that can be shaken by his mood. Don't worry, unless I myself don't want to sit in that position, no one can push me out of this position," Qiao Qiu said with great certainty, playing with her cup.

Murong Wenfeng gave her a thumbs up, "You've got guts. Looks like I've really found a good backer."

Qiao Qiu realized he was joking and laughed, "Don't worry, as long as I'm here, even the Heavenly King himself can't do anything to you."

Upon hearing this, Murong Wenfeng sighed, "If I were a woman, I would definitely marry you. You've gotten a good deal on Yu Honghua."

Qiao Qiu smiled, poured herself a cup of tea, and sipped it slowly.

The next morning, Qiao Qiu and Murong Wenfeng dressed and sat in the living room waiting for the imperial edict to arrive.

Before long, many footsteps could be heard at the door.

"Meng Yuanqing, receive the imperial decree!"

Qiao Qiu and Murong Wenfeng went out, lifted their robes, and knelt on one knee before the imperial edict.

"By the grace of Heaven, the Emperor decrees: Meng Yuanqing possesses a dignified bearing and is both virtuous and talented..."

The imperial edict first showered Qiao Qiu with praise, describing her as the best in the world, to the point that Qiao Qiu began to doubt if it was really about her. Then came the main event: the bestowal of marriage, the granting of a plaque, the addition of betrothal gifts, and the arrangement of everything on Feihong Mountain.

After rambling on for more than ten minutes, Qiao Qiu finally received the imperial edict.

After receiving the imperial edict, Qiao Qiu thanked the emperor for his grace and offered some gifts to Lord Liu, but Lord Liu politely declined.

After the person left, Murong Wenfeng was furious, his head practically steaming. "This is too much! The imperial court has offered amnesty, so why should you be left to handle everything?"

"I was the one who gave him these suggestions." Qiao Qiu held the imperial edict, put her hands behind her back, and walked towards the boxes.

"Why? Aren't you just making trouble for yourself?" Murong Wenfeng didn't quite understand.

“I wouldn’t feel comfortable if I didn’t personally arrange things for my wife. Are you satisfied with this explanation?” Qiao Qiu tilted her head and glanced at him with a smile, then opened the box with a smile.

Murong Wenfeng was caught off guard and fed a handful of dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection), leaving him feeling heartbroken.

People who wear masks all the time already have wives, so why is it that someone as handsome as him still doesn't have a wife?

Qiao Qiu glanced at the contents of the box and had a general idea of ​​what was going on. She turned to Murong Wenfeng and said, "Wenfeng, I'll leave the betrothal gifts with you for now. Tonight, I'm going to Feihong Mountain to stay overnight and have a proper discussion with Honghua about the marriage."

"Don't worry, it's okay if you come back a little late tomorrow." Murong Wenfeng immediately understood that Qiao Qiu missed his wife. What talk of discussing marriage? It was all an excuse. "By the way, which house do you want? I'll buy it for you as a wedding gift."

Qiao Qiu patted him on the shoulder, somewhat moved, and said, "Good brother, the Zhao family in Yuhua Lane in the east of the city is selling their house these days. It's a good place."

"Okay, no problem."

These two men, one the richest in the country today and the other the richest in Nanyang, can spend tens of thousands of taels of silver on houses without batting an eye.

Murong Wenfeng said, "It's alright if you stay on Feihong Mountain for a day or two. I'll send someone to get the basics of the house ready for you. When you and your wife arrive, we can discuss how to build your new home."

Qiao Qiu nodded. This was the most appropriate way to do it. After all, this was her and Yu Honghua's first new home, and it would be quite interesting to discuss the decorations together.

"Then I'll head to Flying Red Mountain now."

I haven't seen my wife for almost a month, and I miss her quite a bit.

"Go ahead, go ahead."

Qiao Qiu chuckled and played with her fan as she walked out of the mansion.

Murong Wenfeng watched her graceful figure as she walked away, feeling a pang of melancholy. His brother of many years was about to get married, and he would soon be a married man. No, he was already a married man. How could time have passed so quickly?

Qiao Qiu used her lightness skill, moving so fast that she was left as a blur. She caught up with Lord Liu, who was on his way to Feihong Mountain to read the imperial edict, in no time.

She only glanced at it before taking a detour and heading ahead to Feihong Mountain.

Upon arriving at Feihong Mountain, she did not immediately seek out Yu Honghua. She had to wait patiently until Lord Liu had left before she could appear on Feihong Mountain.

After waiting for about half an hour, the honor guard slowly made its way to Feihong Mountain.

Yu Honghua, who had been notified long ago, led all the villagers to wait at the foot of the mountain. When they saw the honor guard, many of them were excited. Regardless of the contents of the imperial edict, it was still an imperial edict, and in the eyes of these common people, it was almost a legendary existence.

Lord Liu alighted from his sedan chair, walked to the front of Feihong Mountain, and opened the imperial edict, saying, "Yu Honghua and all the villagers of Feihong Mountain, receive this decree."

Yu Honghua led everyone to kneel down.

Lord Liu glanced at her and began reading the imperial edict. Upon hearing the words "amnesty," everyone was excited. Hadn't they all been honest, law-abiding citizens before? But ever since they became bandits, they always felt a sense of unease. Now, with this imperial edict, had they been completely cleansed?