The Emperor and Empress's Promise (Brothers, It's the Start of the Month-Please Vote!)

"Should we be calling you Pavilion Master now?"

Tang Xinlian sat on a stone stool, propping her cheek up with one hand as she smiled at Luo Heng.

"Just call me by my name. Calling me Pavilion Master would be too formal." Luo Heng waved his hand with a smile, then swept his gaze over the three women. His tone turned more serious as he said, "Besides, by then, you'll all be empresses. How could empresses call me Pavilion Master?"

"Empresses?" Xu Yike was slightly taken aback, a ripple passing through her clear eyes.

"Mm." Luo Heng nodded, his gaze passing over each of their faces. "Once we eliminate the Yimo, we'll hold a heavenly wedding and marry the seven of you, announcing it to the world."

The courtyard fell silent for a moment.

The three women exchanged glances, each seeing emotion and delight in the others' eyes. They had never demanded a title or status, but when a man was willing to take the world as his betrothal gift and marry them before heaven and earth, how could they not be moved by such devotion?

They all knew who Luo Heng's other four lovers were. What surprised them most was his mention of a heavenly wedding. Even in historical records, the term was rarely seen. Such weddings were generally held only by exceptionally powerful experts, yet those experts seldom cared much for marriage, so they were rarely held.

"A heavenly wedding..." Tang Xinlian softly repeated the words, unable to suppress the curve of her lips. Looking at Luo Heng, she said, "You said it. Don't you dare go back on your word when the time comes."

"When have I ever gone back on my word?" Luo Heng smiled and gently rubbed the top of her head. Then his gaze