spatch people to process them overnight into explosives.It seems that she will soon be able to have her son, Zi Ling, ascend the dragon throne.Now just waiting for her family member Ajing to bring bac...An Xuetang's tears swirled in her eyes, she pursed her lips and choked out, "So Ajing, you went out mysteriously those two days, just to make this ring"

Mo Yunjing nodded slightly, "Hmm."

Once, An Xuetang told him that women in her place would have their beloved come to propose on one knee with a ring before they got married.

She said that a man should propose with a ring because the brilliance of the ring comes from being slowly polished. This process is similar to a woman's growth, requiring gradual refinement and precipitation to shape a more perfect self.

She also said that the process of crafting the ring was a little bit like their love.

The moment love is encountered, it's like a ring meeting its setting. The two aren't perfectly matched at first; only through gradual polishing and adaptation will their brilliance shine ever brighter.

He loved everything she had said, so he was willing to make these two rings by hand. The process of making them made him feel like he was building a home for their love, and it filled his heart with contentment.

"Sugar, will you agree to marry me and love each other faithfully"

Feng Ming and Mo Jun Yi heard this simple and blunt confession, the two looked at each other, both showing a hint of disdain towards Mo Yun Jing.

Both of them thought to themselves, "Mo Yunjing really can't speak romantically. He doesn't even say sweet words to the person he likes!"

What a shame!

But An Xuetang liked this simple and crude Mo Yunjing. She had tears in her eyes, a smile at the corner of her mouth, and nodded very seriously, "I do."

She knew that today was not just a proposal, but also their wedding ceremony. Otherwise, there wouldn't be long noodles, dumplings, and glutinous rice balls eaten early in the morning.

When he heard her say she was willing, Mo Yunjing, for once, openly smiled in front of everyone.

The soldiers were all stunned, and Mo Junyi couldn't help but whisper in amazement, "I've never seen my Fifth Uncle smile like this before. My Fifth Uncle is indeed a rare handsome man in the world. A smile can captivate a city, and another smile can captivate a country – he's undoubtedly the one they're talking about."

Feng Ming pursed his lips, surprisingly refraining from retort. He gazed at An Xue Tang with an indulgent look in his eyes, thinking to himself, even the gloomy Mo Yun Jing would eventually have a day where he smiles, as long as his precious Ah Tang was by his side.

At this moment, An Xuetang ignored the gazes of the crowd. She extended her left hand, and Mo Yunjing hooked his lips to take her hand. He slowly slipped the ring onto her ring finger.

To An Xuetang's surprise, Mo Yunjing's palm was slightly sweaty. She raised an eyebrow, finding the situation rather amusing. The renowned War God, the Northern Border King, was actually nervous to the point of sweating over such a trivial matter in the eyes of ordinary people.

Mo Yunjing put the ring on her finger, and suddenly took out another ring. He had heard her say that rings must be a pair, with one for each gender, so he had not only made one for her but also one for himself.

"Sugar, would you be willing to wear this for me"

"An Xuetang nodded, crying and laughing,"Good.""

She felt like she was the Water God incarnate today, inexplicably shedding so many tears, unable to control them.

She helped Mo Yunjing to his feet, then solemnly placed the ring on his finger. As she took the ring, she realized there were words engraved on it - her character, "Tang".

After putting it on, she took a close look at the ring in her hand.

As expected, his character "Jing" was engraved on her ring.

An Xuetang could only feel that her damn tears, how could they be so uncontrollable. She wasn't a crybaby by nature, but today she felt like a sobbing child, tears just wouldn't stop flowing.

Mo Yunjing's lips curled up with a doting smile, raising his hand to gently wipe away her tears. "Silly girl, today is our wedding day, why are you crying"

An Xuetang pursed her lips. "I'm not crying, just got some sand in my eyes."

Mo Yunjing chuckled, “Fine, then let me blow some air for you.”

After that, he cupped her face and gently kissed her eyelids. Then, he leaned in close to her ear, his warm, jade-like voice whispering, "Tangtang, I am willing to abandon the flowers and the paths of propriety, from now on, I will only follow my heart for you!"

He was a man of few words, yet this woman always managed to get him to break out of his shell, and he willingly did so for her.

An Xuetang's heart was warm and fuzzy. She no longer cared about the gazes of others, nor did she feel shy. At this moment, she hugged him with both hands, burying her head in his chest, and whispered softly, "I wish the red thread would bind us forever, through the years to come. Even if we are separated by the vastness of the martial world, it is only because of you!"

Love words, not just him saying them, she will too!

An Xuetang had never imagined that there would be a scene where she would seriously speak love words in her world.

At this moment, a line she had read before came to mind: "Where love first begins, it is he; where love ends, it is also he; in her eyes, heart, and destiny, it is him."

She thought she was completely and utterly smitten.

This loving and affectionate display between the two simply blinded everyone. They wanted to tease them, but they were intimidated by Mo Junyi.

Mò Jūn Yì knew this group of people wanted to speak up, but he didn't want them to disturb his mother's thoughts. So when they were about to start a ruckus, he quickly gave them a look.

But they hugged for so long after, why wouldn't they let go

Feng Ming elbowed Mo Jun Yi, urging him to remind the two of them.

Mo Junyi, that kid, just shrugged at him for no reason and didn't intend to do anything.

Feng Ming was getting a little anxious. Wasn't there another ceremony to be held

Don't miss the auspicious time.

After a moment's hesitation, he finally cleared his throat.

He had barely spoken when the soldiers all turned to look at him.

Each of them had a hint of resentment in their eyes, as if blaming him for disturbing their king and queen.

Mo Junyi also gave him a withering look, his eyes filled with obvious blame.

Feng Ming was innocent to the extreme, “What are you looking at me for You should be looking at them!”

He glared at the two people who had already let go of each other.

An Xuetang pursed her lips, her cheeks flushed slightly, clearly shy.

Mo Yunjing remained quite calm. His eyes seemed to hold only An Xuetang as he stared at her with tender affection and slowly said, "Tangtang, I once promised you, a hundred miles of glory, ten miles of red makeup. Do you still remember"

"Hmm."

"I give you my jade pendant. Do you still wear it"

"Hmm."

An Xuetang didn't know what he was trying to do. At this moment, she took out the jade pendant from her waist.

To her surprise, the moment she brought out the jade pendant, Mo Yunjing's Northern Border Army behind her suddenly knelt down and shouted in unison, "We pay our respects to the Princess Consort! May the Princess Consort live ten thousand years!"

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Their sudden appearance startled An Xue Tang. Mostly, their morale seemed to surge in that instant, and she didn't know why. After hesitating for a moment, she still lifted her head and gently pinched his cheek.She pinched his cheek and glanced at Mo Yunjing to see if he was awake. Seeing that he was still asleep, a sly sm...