Hua Qingcheng stood up from Situ Ye's legs and put her arms around him.

"But you are my Hua Qingcheng's true second husband. The name Situ Ye has been registered in the Hua family's household registration for three years. As long as our relationship is clear with your mother and father, whether it is the Pingxi King or the Situ Guijun, they can't forcibly seize a married man, right?"

Hua Qingcheng's face darkened slightly. Although the other party was extremely powerful and it would be a bit troublesome, since Situ Ye was already her husband, she could not let him suffer and let him live a life of hiding for the rest of his life.

"But..." Situ Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, his face stern.

"Qingcheng, all the rules and principles are determined by those in power."

Situ Ye felt bitter. Because he was Tian Lang's reincarnation, he understood even more clearly that a person's life was as worthless as an ant in the face of imperial power. Life or death was just a matter of a word from the higher-ups.

"Okay, Erlang, it's settled. We'll go to the capital together in two days."

Hua Qingcheng took Situ Ye's hand and got up from the ground. They each rode a horse, facing the fragrant breeze and the afterglow of the setting sun, walking on the mountain road of Bald Mountain, heading towards the Hua house at the foot of the mountain.

Hua Qingcheng, on horseback, had her ponytail tied high, and was wearing a white T-shirt and blue jeans. Compared with Situ Ye, who was wearing ancient costume and traveling with her, she looked a little funny for some reason, but it did not hinder the dazzling and extraordinary temperament she exuded.

Hua Qingcheng's eyes turned slightly cold as she gazed at the magnificent sunset glow in the distance. The Prince of Pingxi, Situ Guijun, and the like might be very powerful, but she, Hua Qingcheng, was no weaker either.