Mu Yunshen scoffed, "So you're incompetent yourself and still want to involve a woman."
"Oh, really?" Yan Chu, with a sarcastic smile, as if suddenly realizing something, said, "Speaking of which, Mo Shiche caused me to lose my wife and my wedding. Since you're his good brother, tell me, shouldn't I torment Lier as revenge against you both—"
Mu Yunshen's eyes suddenly turned cold, "Yan Chu!" he threatened with a chilling squint, "Unless I die, try to touch Lier and see, I will never let you off."
"Then don't let me off," Yan Chu said with a slight smile, though his eyes were ice-cold, "because I don't need any of you to let me off. It's not that I wronged you, it's Mo Shiche who wronged me."
...
In the vast bridal chamber, Mo Lier sat at the edge of the bed in her wedding dress, her head lowered, her beautiful face filled with confusion and fatigue.
The respectful voice of a servant suddenly resounded from outside, "Young Master, enjoy your wedding night."
