"Ice Block, that imperial edict is missing. Have you seen it in the room?"
When Li Mo carried breakfast into the courtyard, Ying Bing was intently studying the freshly washed trousers hanging nearby.
The moment she heard his voice, the tips of her ears inexplicably turned the color of pink snow again.
She lowered her eyes and shook her head.
"I haven't seen it."
"Strange. Where did it go?"
Li Mo stared at her seriously, suspecting the troublesome Ice Block had hidden it, but he had no proof.
"What's the big deal? Just write another one when the time comes. Write it however you want." Shang Qinqing sounded casual.
Qin Yuzhi waved a hand as well, saying as if it were only natural,
"Jingtai was far too careless. He didn't even write the date. Don't worry, I'm familiar with picking auspicious days. As for the imperial seal, just carve one out of a radish."
"Would that really work...?"
Li Mo casually took out a snow spirit ginseng, then produced a sickle.
"What's the big deal? The edict has already been issued anyway. We're just making up the formalities."
Shang Qinqing did not care what forging an imperial edict meant.
Just to see the wedding chamber candles turn the river red with blood, she would even be willing to sacrifice a few lives, like some member of a demonic cult.
As the ancestor of a demonic cult, Qin Yuzhi thought there was no problem either. "Come, come, I'll help you write it. Get the imperial seal ready. I prepared the bright yellow fabric first thing this morning."
She acted as soon as she spoke. From who knew where, she pulled out a piece of yellow satin cloth, picked up a brush, and began writing.
"This really is getting more and more..."