When their eyes met, she looked at him with tender, watery eyes.
In the man's dark, deep starry eyes, only her figure was reflected.
His heart was pounding. Finally, under her expectant gaze, Yin Mo...
His thin lips moved slightly, and he said, "Okay."
"I will marry you."
I wonder how many times I must have looked back in my past life to earn his words, "I'll marry you," in this life.
For the first time, her question received an affirmative response.
Rong Shang was in a good mood, and even her delicate eyebrows were adorned with a gentle smile.
"You said it yourself, so you can't go back on your word later."
She tiptoed and wrapped her arms around his neck. The man chuckled softly and then put his arm around her waist.
Rong Chang thought to herself: In this world, people have really lost all sense of shame and integrity in order to win over Yin Mo.
If it weren't for her dislike of giving up halfway, she would have shot herself long ago and taken the system down with her.
The system trembled. [The goddess is a real pervert.]
At this moment, Yin Mo lowered his head, his forehead pressed intimately against hers, and as he spoke, his warm breath sprayed onto Rong Shang's face.
"Okay, no take-backs allowed."
*
Jiang Muyan's appearance in the clan hall at noon today shocked several elders in the clan.
After learning the whole story, the elders were heartbroken and wished Jiang Muyan would pay with his life.
But Rong Shang was right; they really didn't dare to make a move.
Inside the inner hall, the elders sighed and lamented, ultimately leaving all the decision-making power to Yin Mo.
The man sitting in the main seat was dressed in a white robe, and his elegant demeanor exuded a kingly aura.
But at this moment, a cold and dangerous aura emanated from his perfectly handsome features.
With a "snap," he placed the teacup he was holding on the wooden table beside him.
With a cold gaze directed at Jiang Muyan, Yin Mo moved his thin lips, his voice extremely icy.
“Our Minghua Cave has a clan rule that we must not have blood on our hands and we must not kill anyone.”
“But today you have bullied our Minghua Cave and killed three of our clansmen. If we let you return to Guilin Manor unscathed, I'm afraid I, as the sect leader, will not be able to explain to my clansmen.”
Jiang Muyan clenched his fists instinctively and frowned. "So what do you want?"
If it weren't for his sister saying that Yin Mo would let him go, he would never have come to apologize today.
He lost face as the head of the manor.
But things clearly didn't go as he expected.
"According to the clan rules, the murderer shall have his Achilles tendons severed and be expelled from Minghua Cave, never to set foot here again."
When Yin Mo's cold, emotionless voice came through, Jiang Muyan's expression changed drastically.
"What did you say?"
Sever the Achilles tendon?
With a flick of his long robe sleeves, Jiang Muyan sneered, "Ridiculous! I am the seventh master of Guilin Manor, how could I tolerate such insults from you?"
"Insult? When you killed our people, did you ever think about the three living lives that were at stake?"
"Yes, he indiscriminately killed innocent people. Severing his Achilles tendon was too lenient for him."
Jiang Muyan's resistance drew the ire of several elders in the inner hall.
Some of the more impulsive ones had already raised their hands, ready to fight him, when a beautiful figure walked out from the back room.
Upon seeing this, the people inside the hall fell silent.
The person who arrived was Rong Chang.
With a gentle look in her eyes, Rong Shang came to Jiang Muyan's side and advised, "Brother, Young Master Yin and the elders are kind-hearted and couldn't bring themselves to take your life. We siblings should be grateful."
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