The next day, Ye Fan limped out of the Ji Family's gates, the Ji Family Members' contemptuous gazes following him.
The greatest Great Emperor of this age? The Heavenly Emperor's nephew? One night in the bridal chamber, and this is what he looks like?
That's it?
Ye Fan felt those gazes too. His heart burned with indignation. Could anyone blame me for this?
She was hitting me. Was I supposed to hit her back?
Ji Ziyue had kept the Memory Crystal. As she put it, whenever she felt like hitting Ye Fan, she would take it out and play the final recording.
That way, she could prove one thing: she never struck him without reason. She was a reasonable person.
Look at the awful things Ye Fan said! As his Dao Companion, wouldn't it be perfectly reasonable for me, Little Moon, to give him a beating?
Of course it would!
Ji Ziyue had discovered how much fun the Memory Crystal could be. She treasured it and thought it was rather wonderful.
In truth, although the final recording had angered her, she had not held much against Ye Fan.
Back then, nothing had happened between them, and she really had been willful.
Most importantly, she could tell that Ye Fan had plainly been acting like a duck insisting its beak was hard even as it lay dying!
That left her feeling rather smug. You scoundrel. I never knew you were like this. You'd had your eye on me since so long ago!
All those other vixens came later!
It was easy to foresee that this Memory Crystal would bring Little Moon and Ye Fan endless amusement in the years to come.
That amusement would inevitably come at Ye Fan's expense, but between husband and wife, there was nothing wrong with that.