A Fait Accompli, Agreeing to the Political Marriage!

Xiao Cang feigned sleep, watching Yao Ye's shy movements through the slits of his eyes, his heart stirring with desire.

What an imperial princess.

What a cool, commanding beauty.

She had really shown him something.

To achieve the political marriage, she had actually done something so... deeply to his liking!

"Young Master, forgive my offense."

Yao Ye lightly bit her thin lip, her face flushed red. She lowered the bed curtains, intending to turn raw rice into cooked rice.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Cang suddenly opened his eyes.

"Ah! Young Master Xiao!"

Yao Ye went pale with fright and hurriedly raised her jade-like arms before her chest.

Xiao Cang smiled gently. "Princess Yao Ye, it is rather inconvenient for one person to handle this alone. Better let Xiao assist you."

With that, Xiao Cang pulled her into his embrace and personally guided her.

It was spring, the season when flowers bloomed in splendid profusion.

Not far from the bedchamber lay the rear garden, where countless flowers were in bloom, competing in beauty.

And amid the blossoms, a flower bud was opening, becoming a vivid flower red as blood.

Evening.

Yao Ye's delicate body was flushed as she nestled in Xiao Cang's arms.

Her beautiful eyes brimmed with affection as she gazed at Xiao Cang's handsome profile.

Her heart beat feverishly.

Ever since first seeing Xiao Cang, she had developed deep feelings for him.

Only then, she had not been certain what those feelings truly were. It was not until their love had reached its height earlier that she understood: it was love and admiration.

"Xiao Lang, you are so charming." Yao Ye's way of addressing Xiao Cang had become intimate as well.

Many people said that.

The corners of Xiao Cang's lips curled upward, but he did not actually say so. Instead, he replied gently, "So are you."

"Then... does Xiao Lang agree to the matter of a political marriage between the Royal Family and the Misty Cloud Sect?"

Yao Ye looked at Xiao Cang anxiously. What she truly meant was whether Xiao Cang was willing to marry her.

"Could it be that you only did this with me in order to win me over through a political marriage?" Xiao Cang immediately pretended to be angry.

"No, Xiao Lang. The political marriage was Great Grandfather's idea. In truth, ever since I saw you at your wedding that day, I have thought of you day and night. Even in my dreams, it was always you."

"Although I also wished to bring about the marriage between the Royal Family and the Misty Cloud Sect, my feelings for you are real."

Yao Ye hurriedly shook her head and explained.

"That is more like it."

Hearing Yao Ye lay bare her feelings, Xiao Cang understood that she was telling the truth.

The effect of Infinite Charm was extremely domineering. Even someone who had sealed away their heart and locked away love would suddenly develop affection after just one glance at him.

Yao Ye was neither the first nor the last person to fall for him after meeting him only once.

"Since it is already a fait accompli, the political marriage is inevitable."

"Were you not afraid I would see through you?"

Xiao Cang asked curiously.

"We were."

Yao Ye nodded her snow-white chin. "But this was also a gamble."

"If Xiao Lang had not seen through us, I would have followed the plan: first secure the reality of husband and wife, then seek the title of husband and wife."

"If you saw through it, then we could only gamble that Xiao Lang also wished for a political marriage and would go with the flow, turning raw rice into cooked rice."

"Fortunately, I won the gamble."

Yao Ye rested against Xiao Cang's shoulder. Recalling the moment Xiao Cang had suddenly opened his eyes, she had been utterly panicked. Even now, lingering fear remained in her heart.

"As expected of the Grand Princess who commands fifty thousand imperial troops. Xiao truly admires such courage," Xiao Cang said.

"Xiao Lang, you are teasing me again."

Yao Ye chided him. There was not the slightest trace of the Grand Princess's pride left in her; she looked every bit like a delicate wife... no, a delicate concubine.

"But Xiao Lang, how do you plan to persuade Sect Leader Yun Yun to agree to our marriage?"

"I do not know yet. How about we get active first and discuss it later?"

Xiao Cang lifted the blanket and covered them both beneath it.

Xiao Cang had originally wanted to spend the night with Yao Ye.

But considering that if he did not return all night, Yun Yun might charge straight over out of concern for his safety, he ultimately decided to bid Yao Ye farewell and return to the Misty Cloud Sect.

Under the night sky.

Yao Ye, her lovely face cool and aloof, stood in the Imperial Palace's rear garden, reluctantly holding Xiao Cang's hand.

After spending only several hours together, her love for Xiao Cang had already become incomparably fervent. She could no longer bear to leave him.

"Xiao Lang, when will you come see me again?" Yao Ye raised her head and looked at Xiao Cang with a touching, pitiful expression.

Xiao Cang looked at Yao Ye. Cool moonlight spilled across her face, making her as beautiful and cold as an immortal maiden from the Guanghan Immortal Palace.

"Once I persuade Yun'er, I will immediately propose marriage to the Royal Family," Xiao Cang promised.

"Then I will wait for you in the Imperial Palace."

Yao Ye nodded expectantly.

Then Xiao Cang spread his Golden Dou Qi Wings and flew toward the Misty Cloud Sect.

Yao Ye watched Xiao Cang's departing figure, her lively eyes dimming somewhat. She had already begun to miss him.

At that moment, a gray-robed figure emerged from behind a nearby tree.

"The political marriage has succeeded?" Elder Jia's voice came from beneath the gray robe.

"Yes. Xiao Lang has returned to discuss the matter. There should be a result before long," Yao Ye said.

"Ye'er, you have suffered. This is also for the Royal Family," Elder Jia said.

"Great Grandfather, Ye'er does not feel wronged. Ye'er is willing to marry Xiao Lang."

"Then that is good. Very good."

Jia Xing Tian's tone relaxed somewhat.

As long as he could tie Xiao Cang and the Royal Family to the same boat, the huge stone weighing on his heart would finally be lifted.

On his way back to the Misty Cloud Sect, Xiao Cang was also thinking about matters related to the system.

"It seems merely having the reality of husband and wife is not enough. We have to formally marry before there is a reward."

"I wonder whether there would be a reward if we did not marry but had children."

Xiao Cang muttered, without dwelling on it too much.

Practice was the sole criterion of truth.

If he truly wanted to know, he only had to put it into practice.

Still, there was no real need.

The proper path was to marry Yao Ye soon, give her a proper status, and work hard to continue the family line.

Before long, he returned to the Misty Cloud Sect.

At the summit of Misty Cloud Mountain.

"Why has Husband not returned yet?"

Yun Yun's willow brows were tightly furrowed, her face full of worry.

"Sect Leader, please do not be anxious. Your health is important. The Royal Family would surely not dare harm Elder Xiao," Elder Yun Leng said.

"I know..."

Of course Yun Yun knew that the Royal Family would not risk war with the Misty Cloud Sect by acting against Xiao Cang, but she simply could not stop worrying.

"No, I am going to take a look."

Ignoring Yun Leng's attempts to stop her, Yun Yun tapped the ground with her toes, spread her wings, and flew toward the Royal Family.

Just then, a point of golden light appeared in the distance. Xiao Cang had returned.

"Yun'er."

"Husband! You are finally back. I was about to go to the Royal Family to find you. Are you all right?"

Yun Yun hurried to Xiao Cang's side and immediately asked with concern.

"Do not worry, Yun'er. Your husband is a Dou Wang now. How could I be so fragile?"

Holding Yun Yun's arms, Xiao Cang said with a warm smile.

"As long as you are all right. Let us go back."

Yun Yun's small hand slipped into Xiao Cang's. Just as she was about to lead him back to the Wedding Chamber, her willow brows suddenly knitted tightly.

"Husband, why do you carry another woman's scent?"

The instant her words fell, even the surrounding temperature seemed to turn several degrees colder.