Zhao Xuanjing suddenly felt a chill on his back hearing what Xie Qiao said.
He thought of the scene of Xie Qiao digging up the bones. It was truly unforgettable.
Xie Qiao tried her best to save her image. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You also know that I, Half-immortal Xie, am not in good health. Doesn't the saying goes one would never stand when one could lie down when every part of the body is weak? That's why I'm envious of Your Highness'... straight back."
"Isn't it a little late to get married in February next year?" Zhao Xuanjing suddenly asked without thinking.
"I don't think so?" Xie Qiao was a little confused. It would happen in a few months, and it was quite urgent.
