Summoning the ancestor with the Star Lamp was a matter of life and death. It was obvious that Cang Zhao did not want to cause me trouble.
But how could I possibly be afraid of him lighting the Star Lamp?
Just as Cang Zhao was about to take that step, I swept her into my arms. "What? Cang Zhao, you agreed to marry me, yet now you want to return to your old love? Are you looking down on me?"
Suddenly pulled into my arms, Cang Zhao could not help losing her composure. "I—I didn't... but..."
I lifted her chin and looked at her radiant face before smiling. "There's no 'but.' Let him light the Star Lamp if he wants. As it happens, I've never seen what it looks like when lit, so if he's willing, he can give it a try."
"Huh? But what if Great-Grandmother comes?" Cang Zhao, her face flushed with embarrassment, froze for a moment before reacting. She was even afraid I had not heard her clearly.
"Then let her come. Is she really going to kill her grandnephew-in-law?" I said with a laugh.
Cang Zhao did not understand the meaning behind my teasing and immediately became troubled. When she saw the confident gazes of Tian Zi and the others surrounding me, she fell even deeper into confusion.
"Hahahaha! Grandnephew-in-law? How can your skin be so thick! Do you think our ancestor is someone easy to deal with? The moment I light the Star Lamp and summon her, if she moves her honored throne, you'll certainly die!" Cang Luo's face flushed red with rage as he rushed over to pull Cang Zhao out of my arms.
We had already become intimate. With a cuckold's hat placed on the head of a direct imperial heir, how was