Demoness Mengxue read Fan Lang's expression and saw through his thoughts. She comforted him gently, "It's only a rumor. It may not be true."
"Even if this time it's just a false report, who can guarantee that Princess Luoshen won't marry someday? If I can't turn her back into the Zhao XiaoMan she used to be, then sooner or later, she'll marry someone."
"I know you're deeply devoted to Zhao XiaoMan. Your feelings for her may even surpass those you have for me, so of course you can't bear to see her marry someone else. In that case, go stop it. To others, this may be nothing but wishful thinking, but for you, it should be possible. Either win Princess Luoshen's heart and make her marry you, or stop her from getting married. Whoever dares marry her, ruin the wedding."
"Hehe, those really are two good ideas. They suit my taste. The one who knows me is Mengxue, and the one who eases my worries is Mengxue as well."
Fan Lang felt somewhat relieved. He gently wrapped an arm around Demoness Mengxue's fragrant shoulders and kissed her delicate cheek. After indulging in a few affectionate gestures, the two snuggled together.
"You're my woman, yet you're helping me plot how to pursue another woman. That's truly broad-minded of you," Fan Lang teased.
"Women are all petty and want to have the man they love all to themselves. Naturally, I'm no exception. Unfortunately, the man I met was you. I was destined to never have you to myself, so I can only accept my fate. If the number of wives and concubines around you in the future stays below ten, I'll thank heaven and earth," Demoness Mengxue said resentfully.
"Fine. I'll try to restrain myself and not be such a flirt."
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