Di Mo Xuan's status was too distinguished.
As Di Mo Xuan's wife, the Mistress of the Imperial Palace, she must have the ability to match her status.
Even if Di Mo Xuan didn't mind.
But it didn't mean that the people in the Imperial Palace didn't mind.
Just like Wind.
She could tell that Wind didn't have any good feelings towards her, it could even be described as …. disdain.
She didn't blame Wind for looking at her in this way.
It was because Wind valued Di Mo Xuan and the Imperial Palace that he developed enmity towards her.
If she had the ability to match with Di Mo Xuan, and had the qualification to become the Mistress of the Imperial Palace, Wind would definitely not develop such feelings.
"Ah Xuan, wait for me. When I have the qualification to stand by your side, when I have the qualification to become the Mistress of the Imperial Palace, when everyone believes in me, then let's get married, alright? "
Ye Qing Luo's lips rose slightly, her eyes were filled with a lustre, revealing a resolute look.
She and Di Mo Xuan, were actually the same type of people.
From the moment they decided to be together, she had no intention to leave Di Mo Xuan.
The current them, was only lacking a status.
"Today's words, I will remember it in my heart." Ye Qing Luo's eyes, like the vast firmament, was dyed with the lustre of stars, that resplendent, that unwavering.
She stretched out her other hand and twirled a lock of Di Mo Xuan's black hair.
That wispy black hair curled around her slender and fair fingers, "Di Mo Xuan, I'm not a generous woman and I'm narrow-minded. If you're willing to wait for me, no matter how long the road ahead is, I will always be by your side, and will always pester you ….."
Di Mo Xuan's narrow long eyes curved, as it grew deeper.
Gazing at the lady in his arms, no matter how resplendent it was, it couldn't be compared to the dazzling gleam in her eyes.
Her cheeks were flushed, as her face was filled with shyness.
But she had to stubbornly put on a fierce look, saying words that moved his heart.
Unfortunately, he loved this look of Ye Qing Luo's.
Love to the bones.
He had always felt that Ye Qing Luo had a kind of magical power.
That magnetic attraction, enticing him bit by bit, to place her in his eyes, into his heart.
Just as Di Mo Xuan was gazing deeply at Ye Qing Luo's fierce look, his body suddenly leaned backwards.
He was pushed into the bushes.
Shortly after, the woman's soft and delicate body covered his.
Because of the two people's actions, the flowers in the surroundings lifted up circles of flower petals and drifted with the wind.
Ye Qing Luo sat on his abdomen with one hand on his chest, her five fingers gripped tightly onto his lapel, "So, Di Mo Xuan, you can't escape."
Di Mo Xuan's arms circled around her waist as he laid on the ground. His jet black hair spread out, which made his face look even more magnificent.
His lips curled as he said word by word, "Ye Qing Luo, you'd better be mentally prepared. I, Di Mo Xuan, will never let you off in this lifetime."
Ye Qing Luo nodded and imitated the way he used to tease her as she caressed his lips, "Then, let's continue pestering each other till death."
The two of them looked at each other and smiled warmly.
Her fingers hooked onto Di Mo Xuan's chin as she bent down and with a sweet smile, she kissed his lips.
This kiss was filled with passion.
…
At the same time, in the mansion.
Long Yun Zhan and the others who were sober, along with a few waiters from Heavenly Fortune Inn, carried the drunk youngsters back to their respective rooms.
With the identity of "Imperial Palace's people", there was no need for them to be secretive, not daring to let others know where they were staying.
And it was because they were related to the Imperial Palace that the waiters' attitude towards them was diligent and earnest, almost not daring to accept money.
Seeing the eager waiters coming and going, Long Yun Zhan's expression turned darker.