Sometimes, Song Yan would look back.
How had a mere Golden Core Realm cultivator like him managed to provoke so many enemies?
From Nascent Soul to Spirit Transformation, men and women alike, spanning both the human and demon races-count them carefully, and there were enough to fill a table.
It would have been absurd for anyone, let alone someone who considered himself quite an amiable young fellow.
But in this world, people were not always masters of their own fate.
Song Yan did not complain.
Now that things had reached this point, blaming heaven and everyone else was useless. Better to think about how to get through tonight.
"Senior-"
"I'm not that old yet."
Tushan Yu gently pulled off the silk ribbon around her waist and tied it over Song Yan's eyes.
Then she settled softly into his arms.
The light and shadows before his eyes grew dim and suggestive.
He swallowed, trying not to sound too flustered. "Uh... miss."
"Today is my wedding to Princess Lingsi. If the sovereign discovers you doing this, he'll certainly be furious."
"Neither of us will come out of it well."
Tushan Yu chuckled, her breath brushing his ear, hot and ticklish.
"Are you... threatening me?"
"I wouldn't dare."
"I'll simply say I discovered that your marriage was a sham and was only teasing the two of you," Tushan Yu said leisurely. "What do you think Ling Jia would do to you?"
Song Yan truly had no moves left.
He closed his eyes, countless thoughts flashing through his mind, before they finally became a long sigh. "Sister Tushan, what exactly do you want?"
Once he asked that question, the woman in his arms suddenly fell silent.
The fragrant breeze that had carried teasing aggression a moment ago abruptly stilled.
Only after a long while