Monarch Night

"Let's go!"

Mu Lin Yuan and his companions laughed heartily and chased forward.

In an instant, the four of them disappeared into the night.

The courtyard finally quieted down.

Fang Che, dressed in a red robe, stepped outside, gazed at the starry sky, his expression resolute, and let out a soft breath.

The cold air turned his breath into frost, transforming into a white dragon in the night sky.

He turned his head to look at the wine table.

It seemed as if the four Old Demons were still indulging in merriment.

The sound still echoed in his ears.

"Sigh..."

Fang Che let out a long sigh.

...

Ye Meng sat nervously on the edge of the bed, her face covered with a red veil.

Her mind was in turmoil, like a storm raging across the sea, waves crashing from all directions, rising and breaking into white waves, never ceasing.

Various thoughts rushed at her.

But she was completely confused, not knowing what she was thinking.

However, there was one thing Ye Meng knew: after tonight, her fate would be entirely different.

Fang Che.

Yemo!

Starlight Master!

Steward Fang!

Her husband.

Ye Meng took deep breaths.

Thinking of her mission, remembering her duty.

She bit her red lips tightly with her pearly teeth.

I'm carrying the burden of millions on the continent!

That encompasses all living beings!

If I fall...

Ye Meng gently closed her bright eyes.

Her heart had already made a firm decision.

"I'm sorry, my husband."

"I am an undercover."

"If that day comes, I will die with you to fulfill our bond as husband and wife. But, I still have to do what must be done."

"I do not ask for your forgiveness when you eventually find out, but... no matter when, no matter life or death, I will always be with you. If one day you discover me and kill me with your own hands... Ye Meng, will have no complaints or regrets."

Ye Meng's tightly closed eyes quietly shed two clear tears.

The door creaked open.

Then closed again.

Ye Meng suddenly felt a surge of tension in her heart, her body turning rigid.

He's here!

Her heart pounded wildly in panic.

Now, what provided her a sense of safety was actually the red veil covering her head.

It let her feel as if she was still in hiding.

Fang Che slowly approached the bed, listening to Ye Meng's rapid breathing, let out a bitter smile, nervous?

I'm nervous too!

Complicated feelings?

My feelings should be even more complex than yours.

He gently sat down beside Ye Meng and said softly, "Let's not lift the red veil yet, shall we talk first?"

The red veil shook slightly as Ye Meng nodded slightly.

"Very sudden, isn't it? I also find it very sudden."

Fang Che spoke softly, "Before this, I didn't know things would turn out this way, do you believe me?"

I believe you!

A wry smile appeared on Ye Meng's lips.

If Fang Che had premeditated this, she would have had no way to escape long ago, and he would have acted sooner.

But he never did.

Even when Master Shen came that day with such a resolute arrangement, he refused.

"It's not that I don't like you. I'm just worried that I might harm you."

Fang Che whispered, "Because after all, I am a Demon."

"No matter how glamorous my surface identity is, deep down, I am still the Yemo of the Yixin Sect."

"You are not a person of the Demon Sect, marrying me is bound to involve you."

"So I hesitated for a long time. But today, my master made the decision for me."

"Because he's worried that you might undergo some change in the future. If I do not take you, you must die. I couldn't bear that."

Fang Che said with a smile, "And my heart did not oppose it, so I went along with the flow."

Ye Meng listened carefully and suddenly felt a hint of sweetness rising in her heart.

When she questioned her own feelings, she surprisingly realized: I honestly... do not oppose it in my heart either.

All she heard was Fang Che laughing and saying, "I just never expected that the little dirty girl I saved on a whim, as ugly as she seemed back then... would become my concubine."

Ye Meng snorted through her nose.

Ugly? You're the ugly one.

Fang Che continued, "What about you? What are your thoughts? Do you have any feelings about becoming my concubine today? Are you unwilling?"

Ye Meng said nothing.

She thought, does my willingness even matter? Even your own willingness doesn't count, so why ask me?

Sure enough, Fang Che said, "In any case, whether you're willing or not doesn't matter much."

Beneath the red veil, Ye Meng pouted.

Knowing that, why ask.

Fang Che leaned in, his voice turned suggestive, "I'm going to lift the veil now."

Ye Meng's delicate body trembled, instantly tense.

"I want to see my concubine now."

Fang Che said, "Sigh... speaking of which, I'm worried I might be tempted by your looks, so I haven't looked at you closely since you arrived, to see if your face has any scars."

Ye Meng snorted and said, "There are scars aplenty, take one look and you'll be scared to death."

Fang Che said, "That makes me even more eager to see, I adore scars the most."

Ye Meng held her breath.

She only saw a pair of fair fingers slowly lifting the red veil.

Revealing a face fit for joy and anger, eyes sparkling, the whole face blushing red.

Her gaze was complex, with acceptance of fate, joy, anticipation, and fear...

Her cherry-red lips trembled slightly as she looked at Fang Che.

Fang Che sighed contentedly, "Sure enough, an ugly duckling."

Ye Meng's lips pouted again.

Have you ever seen such a beautiful ugly duckling?

"Come, have a drink, this is the Wedding Wine."

Fang Che handed over a cup, their arms interlocked, the cup drained, Ye Meng's face as pink as a peach blossom.

As if she had completed an important ritual in her life.

The sense of ritual was particularly clear.

"With no servants to attend us, we have to do it ourselves."

Fang Che cut a lock of his own hair, then a lock of Ye Meng's hair, and tied them into a dead knot.