Won’t let the Bastard Die

YaYun had felt generous enough to place XueYa and LiangLin in the emperor's sleeping quarters while YaYun stayed with QingYu in Plum Blossom Hall.

The snake god looked around the clean room, lit up by the single oil lamp on the table. It looked the same to the day the two had gotten married. 

Although LiangLin faintly remembered throwing at least one expensive vase XueYa's way, shattering it against a wall, YaYun had managed to replace them with exact replicas.

But this time, there was no running around the table, no more throwing stuff and trying to stab XueYa's remaining eye out with an inkbrush. 

Now they were truly married and the thought of how XueYa had endured his fit of rage made LiangLin's lip curl.

The man really put up with a lot of his temper tantrums. It just made him more lovable.