Here to steal the groom, are you?

True Immortal Ruyi's voice rang out.

Silence fell outside the posthouse gates.

The Queen was still tugging at Xuanzang's sleeve. Hearing the commotion, she stopped and looked back.

The Grand Tutor, the female official from the Rites Office, and the palace attendants on either side turned as well. Dozens of gazes fell on him at once.

True Immortal Ruyi steadied himself against the gate and straightened up.

He had run too urgently just now. His collar had slipped to one side, and the hem of his red robe had bunched around his boots.

True Immortal Ruyi glanced down at his robes, then raised a hand and slowly straightened his collar.

Standing behind Xuanzang, Wukong lifted his eyelids slightly.

The Queen still held Xuanzang's arm. He addressed True Immortal Ruyi. "Benefactor True Immortal, have you made up your mind?"

True Immortal Ruyi fell silent for a moment, then nodded. "I have."

Wukong was not surprised in the least.

The corners of his mouth lifted. "You've got some backbone after all."

At those words, True Immortal Ruyi felt his chest tighten. His expression, which had only just eased, darkened again.

He looked coldly at Wukong.

Wukong folded his arms and smiled back at him.

The two stared at each other for a moment.

Beside them, Bajie could not help laughing aloud.

"True Immortal, rushing out here like your backside's on fire... you're not here to steal the groom, are you?"

True Immortal Ruyi shot him a cold glance. "Shut up."

Bajie immediately pointed at him, then turned to complain to Wukong.

"Brother Monkey, look at him! He only dares snap at me."

Wukong laughed. "You idiot. You fanned the flames, then ran your mouth. You deserved it."

Bajie pursed his lips.

Xuanzang nodded. "Since you have made up your mind, benefactor,