After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wang Mingren appeared in a quiet courtyard. Ximen Feng had already been waiting for a long while.
"How did it go? Wang-lang, is she willing to accept it?"
Ximen Feng spoke somewhat nervously. No matter what, Chen Xiang'er was Wang Mingren's proper wife, and her background was far stronger than Ximen Feng's. If she was unwilling, then Wang Mingren truly had no solution.
Wang Mingren sighed softly and said, "She tore up the divorce letter. Leave her be. I was the one who wronged her; whether she wants to beat me or punish me, I'll accept it. I missed my chance once before, Feng'er, and I won't miss it again. It's just that you'll suffer for it. She may spread rumors everywhere, saying you seduced a married man, that you're a vixen."
"None of that matters. We are the ones who owe her. As long as it makes her happy."
Ximen Feng understood very clearly what it felt like to lose the one she loved most. It was like knives twisting in her heart. She had already taken Wang Mingren away. If Chen Xiang'er was angry, she could say whatever she liked.
Wang Mingren held Ximen Feng in his arms and said, "Feng'er, come back to the Eastern Wasteland with me! I'll take you to meet my clansmen, and then I'll marry you in grand style. I wish to have one person's heart, and never part until our hair turns white."
Ximen Feng nodded and leaned into Wang Mingren's embrace, her face brimming with a blissful smile.
A burst of urgent, shrill cries rang out. Wang Mingren took out a red jade plate and entered a hand seal into it. A line of small words appeared on it: "Granduncle,