He looked so resolute, so unwavering.
At that moment, Fang Yang seemed to see a young girl who had held a sword since childhood, steadfast at heart, pressing forward without hesitation.
Once he made a decision, he would have no complaints or regrets.
What was this supposed to mean? Was this fellow trying a beauty trap now?
For a moment, Fang Yang did not know whether to laugh or cry.
Across from him, Ye Qinghong's eyes seemed filled with shattered moonlight as he spoke softly.
"Master, I can barely hold back anymore."
Chapter 234: Ye Qinghong's wedding-night plan, the Empress Dowager's fever
The bright night light fell like frost and snow upon the glazed tiles, and upon the side of Ye Qinghong's face.
His expression was cool, but faint ripples stirred in those eyes that had always been as still as a lake. He seemed a little shy, yet exceptionally determined, his lips pressed tightly together.
He gazed fixedly at his master.
The dark hair gathered behind his head swayed gently, like a tender lotus, seemingly engraving itself deep in Fang Yang's heart and making it tremble.
Silent, Fang Yang looked at his stubborn disciple before him, at a loss for what to say.
Holding the Clear Shadow Sword, Ye Qinghong raised his head and gazed at the bright moon overhead, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, a trace of bewilderment showing in his cool eyes.
"Master, I thought I could restrain myself, but now it seems that isn't the case. I want to marry you, Master, to grow white-haired together and stay by your side for a lifetime."
"I want to stay beside you and protect you forever. Even if I had to die for you, I would do so willingly."
His quiet words were very gentle, his