"I'm going to cook." Knowing she was in the wrong, Su Qiluo didn't argue with her and simply went to the kitchen to cook.

Mu Qingyun watched him leave, then propped herself up on her arms and got out of bed.

She quickly dressed, washed up, and went to the living room.

Sitting on the sofa, she turned on the TV and looked towards the kitchen. Su Qiluo was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron, and wisps of smoke were rising from the stove. The kitchen was full of the smell of cooking.

She watched for a while, then suddenly stood up, walked behind Su Qiluo, and gently lifted her up to hug her. "Once the plants have grown enough, we'll leave."

"Leave?" Su Qiluo was busy stir-frying vegetables with a spatula, and didn't have time to turn her head. She asked softly.

"Mm." She nodded against his back, her face serious. "Find a rural house, bring our Chinchilla there, and raise a dog and a bunch of rabbits. We won't worry about anything else."

“Okay.” Su Qiluo smiled.

The dish was just finished cooking. He put down the spatula, reached out and took her hand, then turned and kissed her.

"I took you to that place before, and it was fine, but you insisted on coming back. Otherwise, wouldn't we be living the kind of life you described now?"

Su Qiluo patted her head. "Dinner's ready. Where do you want to eat?"

"Let's eat while watching TV in the living room." She lowered her eyes, concealing the melancholy in them, and turned to walk into the living room. "I just found a period drama, and it's filmed quite like our place."

Upon hearing this, Su Qiluo smiled but didn't say anything. She packed the food and placed it in the living room.

The two ate while watching the show.

Su Qiluo found the historical dramas about power struggles increasingly boring; in this day and age, such political maneuvering was utterly useless.

But Mu Qingyun became more and more engrossed in it, and she could even offer some pointers on the political intrigue within.

"nice?"

Su Qiluo turned to look at her and found that her eyes were almost glued to the TV. He couldn't help but laugh and ask.

"It's alright. Overall, the protagonist is too lucky, the villains' intelligence is inconsistent, some of their schemes are indeed impressive, but most of them are unrealistic."

Mu Qingyun earnestly pointed out the pros and cons of the TV series, making Su Qiluo want to laugh as she listened to each point.

"So serious?"

"You have to be serious about everything," she replied, then stuffed another mouthful of food into her mouth.

After dinner, the two of them stayed home for half a day.

This time, Su Qiluo learned from yesterday's lesson and drove to the registration office at 5 p.m.

The journey was smooth, and the two arrived around 5:30.

Just like yesterday, the two of them had nowhere to go, so they simply went to a coffee shop, ordered two coffees, and waited for nine o'clock to arrive.

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet, why does it have to be at nine o'clock at night?" Su Qiluo took a sip of coffee and asked in confusion.

"Let's make it a lucky number, 99, for longevity." Mu Qingyun looked at the decorations on the coffee, propped her chin up with her hand, and looked at him with interest.

Su Qiluo was stunned by her words.

After a moment's thought, he twitched the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile, "Superstition."

"I'm from ancient times, so it's understandable that I'm superstitious." She smiled, picked up her coffee casually, but didn't drink it; she just stared at it for a while.

Although this stuff has a bittersweet aroma, it's still far inferior to tea.

“What you said makes some sense,” Su Qiluo raised an eyebrow, a smile in her eyes, “but superstition is not advisable; we should believe in science.”

"Science?" She tilted her head and put down her coffee.

"Since you believe in science so much, then tell me, why was I able to travel here, and why do vampires have the ability to foresee the future?"

Su Qiluo took another sip of coffee. "The vampire race has existed since ancient times. Just like the evolution of humans, we can evolve, so why can't they have the ability to predict the future?"

As for time travel, wasn't it all just an array created by Su Zhou?

Mu Qingyun narrowed her eyes and sighed helplessly, "What you've said doesn't prove science, but on the contrary, it doesn't deny superstition."

“Why not?” Su Qilu shook the coffee cup in his hand. “What is superstition? It’s believing in something vague and unreal. But prophecy and formations are not vague and unreal.”

"Then why do you think that the idea of ​​nine o'clock being a long-lasting thing is superstition?" She lazily raised her eyes. In fact, she had already lost this debate, but she would not admit defeat.

Even if it's sophistry, she has to win.

“Vampire prophecies and formations are based on evidence, but the point of nine points of longevity has no basis. Or, can you give me an example?” Su Qiluo also got excited and began to discuss this issue with her.

Mu Qingyun smiled and shrugged nonchalantly, "There are too many examples to list. If you asked me to give some, I could go on for three days and three nights."

"Oh?" Su Qiluo hadn't expected her to give that answer.

“Look, countless people get their marriage certificates at nine o’clock, but where we're from, everyone needs to have both partners' birth dates and times to choose an auspicious day for marriage.” Mu Qingyun smiled slightly and said, “Almost all of them last a long time, right?”

Upon hearing this, Su Qiluo instantly understood.

So, unable to win the argument, they've resorted to sophistry.

He put his coffee cup down on the table, looked at her, and suddenly lowered his head and smiled, "You're right, it was my fault."

Compromise when you should; sometimes, fighting for a result is meaningless.

"You admit defeat?" Mu Qingyun raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting him to admit his mistake so quickly.

"Okay, I give up." Su Qiluo nodded, his gaze falling on the untouched coffee in front of her. "You don't like coffee?"

“I prefer tea.” She turned her head. “When we retire to the countryside someday, we’ll cultivate some tea leaves, and I’ll make you some tea.”

"good."

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with anticipation.

...

As evening falls and night descends, the earth is shrouded in shadow.

Outside the registration desk, Ling'er, dressed in a uniform, stood at the door, looking around.

It's 8:50.

At the same time, Su Qiluo's voice rang in my ears.

Mu Qingyun curled the corners of her lips and stood up. "Let's go, my destined husband, it's time for us to register our marriage."

"They're here." Su Qiluo smiled and walked to her side, following her to the registration desk.

Ling'er, with her sharp eyes and quick tongue, immediately called out as soon as she saw them, "Your Highness, General, over here!"

Although nine o'clock is not early, there were still some people walking on the road, and there were quite a few newlyweds registering at the registration office.

Upon hearing Ling'er's words, they almost simultaneously turned their heads to look at Mu Qingyun and Su Qiluo.

Suddenly surrounded by everyone's gaze, Mu Qingyun frowned in annoyance, but Su Qiluo handled it with ease, reaching out to take her hand and striding forward with his head held high.