Xiao Ji took Shang Changge's hand and placed it on his chest, offering not a promise or guarantee, but words that were both realistic and jarring:

"If one day I harbor any disloyalty towards the Princess, do not hesitate to kill me. Until then, try to trust me, shall we?"

It was very solemn, almost like a plea.

The two faced off in silence. As time ticked by, Xiao Ji felt a pang of pain in his heart and dared not persist for fear of upsetting the little rascal.

He put her down, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her delicate, luscious red lips in a coaxing gesture.

She didn't even dare linger, taking only a quick bite before burying her face in Shang Changge's neck.

With lingering affection, she inhaled the unique peony fragrance emanating from the little rascal, her voice gentle to the extreme: "Don't be angry."

Without receiving a response, the iron-hard, strong arms around Shang Changge's waist tightened little by little, and a hoarse voice said:

"Don't abandon me."

"We're finally going to get married, you little rascal."

Shang Changge: "Xiao Ji".

Xiao Ji: "Hmm." A muffled sound, his large head buried in Shang Changge's neck showed no sign of moving. It was as if he was avoiding it, as if he didn't want to face it.

Shang Changge sighed softly, stroking the man's dark hair, which was held up by a hair ornament, and answered one by one: "Okay, I won't abandon you. You are my husband, my consort. Get up, hmm?"

Whenever Xiao Ji's emotions were intense, his highly tense body would slowly relax and he would become obedient.

When their eyes met again, the man's unnaturally red eyes made Shang Changge's breath catch in her throat for a moment. After a long while,

Raise your hand, and gently place your fingertips on the edge of Xiao Ji's reddened eye sockets, feeling the lingering warmth on his skin.

"you……"

Xiao Ji made no attempt to hide it; the tall, robust man leaned against his beloved woman like a little bird, acting coquettishly, wanting to be coaxed and cherished.

"I felt so bad just now, I thought you didn't want me anymore. Hold me and kiss me, okay?"

Without trying to hide it or feeling ashamed, he instead gently bit Shang Changge's earlobe with his thin lips, taking advantage of his princess's tenderness to make a scene.

"If the Princess does not agree, I will truly cry in front of you."

Feeling the deterrent effect wasn't strong enough, they added a detailed explanation: "She burst into tears, letting everyone know that the princess was bullying her husband even before they were married."

Shang Changge's initially heavy and complex feelings of guilt were easily dispelled by General Xiao's words, and she couldn't help but chuckle.

Deeply moved, she complied with her husband's request—to hug and kiss him, adding the message "I love you."

It's still very hot outside, and the next few days will be hot too. There's never a cool day in July.

Even though it's hot, I still have to be busy.

For the past few days, the Imperial Palace, the Princess's Residence, and the General's Residence have been busy discussing the wedding arrangements for Changge and Xiao Ji.

Although I was busy with this once last year, it still took a full ten days to finish this time.

Moreover, this was based on the premise that both the betrothed and the betrothed were eager to complete the marriage, and the wedding date was set for five days later.

On this day, the sky was cloudless and azure.

The palace sent the wedding dress, jewelry, and accessories to the Princess's residence, along with the embroiderers and artisans.

In this way, if the eldest princess has any dissatisfaction with these, they can make timely rectifications and replacements.

At this moment, in the Kunlun Palace, Shang Changge, attended by Qingyao, Zhuque, and a group of maids and embroiderers, tried on her wedding dress.

Wedding attire is already complicated to wear, but for the eldest princess of Qingyan, whose status is supremely noble and glorious, the wedding attire is even more complicated.

"Miss Qingyao, please put these two buttons..."

"Miss Zhuque, you're dragging this along, I'm telling you to release her, release her..."

The head nanny was busy with her hands and mouth, giving instructions to one person and giving reminders to another.

Where is Shang Changge?

Shang Changge allowed a group of maids and servants to dress and groom her, her main approach being cooperation and patience.

The inner demon inside her crouched in the corner, her face buried in her hands, filled with bitterness and resentment. A single sentence hovered and repeated above her head:

Why is getting married so complicated!