"Good. I'll bear witness to this matter."
Fuzi, who had listened to the young couple bicker the entire time, could no longer hold back. He burst into laughter, making both Sang Sang and Ning Que blush with embarrassment.
Ning Que's face darkened as he cursed inwardly. This old man had no respect for his age, eavesdropping on the younger generation's conversation.
Fuzi looked at the two with a broad smile, thinking that once they returned this time, he would have these two little ones marry and make it a done deal.
Just imagining Haotian awakening her consciousness only to discover a new life in her belly—her stifled, dark expression would be far too delightful.
Two months later
Inside the carriage, Ning Que held up a box of Snow Velvet Cake and placed it before Fuzi.
Fuzi picked up a piece, chewed it, and chuckled. "You only give me what your own little wife doesn't want. You brat really knows how to offer borrowed flowers to Buddha."
Ning Que scratched his head awkwardly. Sang Sang was already pregnant and did not like eating such pastries. She only wanted candied hawthorn skewers. What else could he do?
Seeing that Ning Que had no reply, Fuzi lost the mood to tease him and suddenly said,
"This trip has gone on long enough. It is time to return and arrange your wedding, boy. Although you already performed the rites of Duke of Zhou on the Desolate Plain, the proper rituals of marriage cannot be skipped."
Even though Fuzi had rushed along with Ning Que and the others, nearly two months had still passed. While Sang Sang had not fully awakened yet, they still needed to hold an unforgettable wedding.
"Ah?"
"Th-this... Master can decide." Ning Que looked flustered and hurriedly glanced at Sang