Chen Mo's arrival was no stranger to the crowd.
"That's Nangong Mu'er of the Wood Pavilion, Nangong Jinse's sister from different fathers and mothers," someone exclaimed.
"What outdated news are you talking about? It's obvious you never attended the new Elf King's coronation ceremony. The new Elf King personally said that Nangong Mu'er was his biological daughter, so they should be half-sisters with the same father," someone corrected him.
"Then who was she calling husband?"
"Chen Mo."
"How do you know?"
"Are you blind? Can't you see for yourself?"
Under countless gazes, Nangong Mu'er stepped out next. She took Chen Mo's other arm and leaned tenderly against him.
Everyone's eyes widened at once.
Countless sounds of people swallowing rang out.
Smack.
In the crowd, someone slapped his friend across the face, the crisp sound ringing out.
His friend cried out in pain and stared at his companion in confusion. "Why did you hit me?"
"I was testing whether I'm dreaming. Did that hurt?"
"It hurt."
"Then it's not a dream."
"Then why didn't you hit yourself?"
"Because I'm afraid of pain."
"..."
For a moment, no one dared believe what they were seeing.
Wasn't Nangong Mu'er Nangong Jinse's older sister?
Why was she calling Chen Mo her husband?
What the hell was this?
Two sisters fighting over one man?
But it didn't seem like that.
They got along so well.
The men in the Wood Pavilion who secretly admired Nangong Mu'er felt their hearts shatter at that moment.
They openly condemned Nangong Mu'er for being shameless.
How could she compete with her own younger sister for a man?
Yet instead of making Nangong Mu'er feel ashamed, she cupped Chen Mo's face in front of everyone and kissed him on the lips.
For a moment, whether they were envious or jealous—