"We have a marriage contract."
Nalan Yanran raised her round little chin and said proudly.
"Ya Fei is the wife I married properly. You aren't."
"We have a marriage contract."
"When was that? Why are you still bringing it up?"
"We have a marriage contract."
"I already told you, it was something our elders privately arranged when we were just born. We simply never had the chance to dissolve it."
"We! Have! A! Marriage! Contract!"
"Sigh, yes, we have a marriage contract!!!"
Having given up struggling, Xiao Yan finally threw back his head and sighed.
"Hmph!"
The victorious Nalan Yanran raised her delicate pink fist at Xiao Yan as if in demonstration.
"You're already so grown up. How can you still fool around with Yanran like a three-year-old child?"
Beside Nalan Yanran, a woman of peerless elegance stepped forward gracefully and gently straightened Xiao Yan's slightly rumpled collar.
This breathtakingly beautiful woman wore a long white dress. Her three thousand strands of jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall to her slender waist. Her exquisite face was like that of a flower fairy who lived deep in the mountains, untouched by worldly affairs, filled with a movingly ethereal aura.
Ya Fei could not help pursing her lips, because she had rumpled that spot when she had just thrown herself into Xiao Yan's embrace.
"Wife Yun Yun, when did you arrive?"
Xiao Yan clasped the icy jade hand of the beauty in white and asked in delight.
"Guess."
The beauty in white shot her husband a coquettish glance before carefully withdrawing her hand. Even after being married to Xiao Yan for so many years, showing affection before her disciple Nalan Yanran still made her feel inexplicably shy and awkward.
"Right after you and Ancestor Xiao Xuan set off for the Holy