"The two of you are finally here," said a familiar lady's voice. They looked up to see Tao Chu on the throne in the palace, still looking as beautiful as before. However, there was now a peach blossom image in the middle of her forehead. She was dressed in pink robes and was leaning into the arms of the man beside her. There was a certain demonic seduction about her.
The person whose arms she was leaning into was Lonemoon. He was gazing at her gently, focused on her features. He did not even notice the two people who just walked in.
"Father Niu?" Yi QIng called out.
It was then that Lonemoon turned to look at them. But without more, he turned back to face the woman in his arms, as if he could not bear to look away from her for too long.
"I thought the two of you would not be able to make it for our wedding." Tao Chu stood up and addressed the two of them joyfully. "It's a good thing that you made it."
