After spending a hundred years with Yan Luo, just as I was preparing to reveal my long-hidden identity as the Great Emperor of Fengdu's daughter,
I heard them speaking in ghost language, their throats sealed and their words muffled.
"Lord Yan Luo, when are you and Tusu, daughter of the Eastern Ghost Emperor, going to marry?"
Yan Luo gently stroked my hair, his eyes full of tenderness, and replied nonchalantly, "I personally asked Siming to divine the date. Ten days from now is an auspicious day, suitable for marriage!"
Everyone present looked at me. "If you're getting married over there, what will happen to Miss A Yue?"
Yan Luo tucked my fox-fur cloak around me. "I'll keep her in the Underworld. I can't bear to let her suffer under the rules of the Netherworld!"
Everyone burst into laughter and teased him. "Looks like Miss A Yue is quite skilled in bed. She's got you so bewitched you've lost your soul."
Yan Luo held me close, his gaze tender, but he did nothing to stop their malicious stares and taunts.
I felt as if I had fallen into an icy abyss. They didn't know that I was Wuyue, the eldest legitimate daughter of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, and had been fluent in the spirit languages of all realms since childhood.
I sent a message to my father: "I wish to return to Fengdu and take control of the Ghost Realm!"
