Gazing at the departing procession, Yang Mengchen’s eyes brimmed with moisture, her face full of reluctant attachment.
Holding his beloved wife in his arms, Long Xuanmo took out a handkerchief to wipe away the tears from the corner of her eyes, "You still have me."
"Wende, promise me, never leave me!" Yang Mengchen stretched out her arms and hugged Long Xuanmo tightly around the waist, "And you’re not allowed to leave before me!" She didn’t want to experience the taste of being alone again.
With his hands cradling his beloved wife’s jade-like cheeks, eyes locked with hers, Long Xuanmo solemnly, sincerely, and firmly responded, "On our wedding day, I said, to hold your hand, and grow old with you, I promise I’ll live to be seventy or eighty, and definitely walk behind you!"
Upon hearing his words, Yang Mengchen’s brows relaxed, ripples of light danced in her clear and bright eyes, the corners of her lips curved into a soft smile. She was like the fragrant trees blooming by the frozen river, with icy skin and jade bones, and a natural purity that heated Long Xuanmo’s heart and dazzled his mind.
"Life and death, a vast promise, joined in words with you! Wende, I love you!" Yang Mengchen tiptoed, reached up to hook her arms around Long Xuanmo’s neck, and pressed her tender cherry lips proactively to Long Xuanmo’s slightly cool ones.
Hearing his beloved wife’s sweet words, and her being so proactive for the first time, Long Xuanmo was momentarily stunned before he was overtaken by joy, quickly turning passive into aggressive. He hugged his beloved wife’s slender waist with one hand, pulling their bodies close, and with the other hand supported the back of her neck, deepening their kiss.
Blue sky, white clouds, warm sunlight shone down, in the spacious and tranquil world, a couple with love as deep as the sea held each other tightly, the scene beautifully matched, spreading warmth and sweetness without limit...
Sister Jin and the others, who were waiting not far away, either looked up to the sky or down at the ground, each filled with joy and blessing.
After a long time, Long Xuanmo reluctantly ended the deep kiss, looking down deeply into the radiant, beautiful jade-like face of his beloved wife, his hoarse voice full of longing and happiness, "I’ve finally waited to hear Ah Jiu say she loves me, I am the happiest person in this world!"
Feeling Long Xuanmo’s sincere joy, Yang Mengchen’s eyes and brows radiated with smiles, her eyes shining bright as stars.
"Wende, what’s that place? It looks quite nice," she asked.
Inside the carriage returning to The Capital, Yang Mengchen had been looking at the scenery outside when she suddenly saw an open space in the distance, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and she asked Long Xuanmo.
Following his beloved wife’s pointing direction, Long Xuanmo replied, "The Emperor originally wanted to build an other palace there because the environment was quiet and secluded, but for various reasons, it was left idle until now. If you like it, once we return, I will talk to the Emperor and transfer the land deed to your name."
"I do like it, but I have another use for it. I’ll tell you once I’ve finished planning," Yang Mengchen nodded slightly.
Long Xuanmo naturally had no objections. From the moment he committed to his beloved wife, he swore to unconditionally support whatever she said or did.
After sending his beloved wife back to the mansion, Long Xuanmo immediately went to the Imperial Palace and soon returned with the land deed for that area with Yang Mengchen’s name on it, and Yang Mengchen then began to draft her plan.
Meanwhile, the events of last night’s banquet had spread throughout The Capital, with most people praising the Emperor and Yang Mengchen. The reputation of the Ke Prince Mansion and the Zhuo family was in tatters. Especially Ms. Zhuo and Long Yanrou, whose infamy had spread far and wide. Three days later, Ms. Zhuo was to be beheaded publicly, while Long Yanrou volunteered to go to Huangjue Temple for penance.
After listening to Hai Tang relay the rumors from outside, Yang Mengchen’s expression was composed, her eyes profound, a faint curve lifted at the corners of her lips.
According to Birdy’s reports, going to Huangjue Temple wasn’t the idea of Prince Ke and the Princely Heir, but rather Long Yanrou’s own decision. Even with strong opposition from the Prince’s Wife, it was of no use. Long Yanrou’s resolute decision wasn’t merely due to being compelled by the situation, she must have other significant schemes in mind—she needed to be dealt with cautiously.
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