This villain has become a ghost

Yue Liuyun turned around and was suddenly hit by his warm breath. When she looked up, she saw Nangong Mingzhu's lips curled slightly and he said slowly, "Let's go."

She chuckled.

Got it.

Push open the inner hall.

Different from the desolate and cold outside, the inner hall was cleaned very neatly, the bed was tidy, the vases were wiped spotlessly clean, and ink paintings were quietly hung on the wall, but the light was slightly dim.

Yue Liuyun released his hand and stood on tiptoe to light the candlestick.

Under the soft glow, the red at the end of the inner hall made Nangong Mingzhu stop in his tracks, his pupils constricted.

Intricate gold and silver threads weave into an exquisite phoenix pattern, while the red wedding gown, inlaid with jade and pearls, shimmers with brilliance. Wrapped in a light red gauze, the flowing dress exudes a touch of classical elegance. Beneath the shawl, a delicate embroidery depicts auspicious beasts stepping on clouds.

Next to it was a men's wedding suit, embroidered with dragon and phoenix designs in a deep gold hue. The delicate texture and dazzling luster, inlaid with gemstones and pearls, were meticulously crafted with embroidery techniques, resulting in distinct layers and flowing lines. The vibrant colors and rich layering evoked the noble aura of a royal family.

These are two wedding dresses.

Nangong Mingzhu suddenly felt that countless thoughts were brewing into warm wine, burning hot in the evening, and his heart began to beat vigorously.

His beautiful eyes suddenly looked towards Yue Liuyun, and there were stars in his eyes that seemed to contain thousands of words, and his thin lips were tightly pursed.

The girl's face looked even more beautiful and lovely under the light. She raised her big eyes and walked forward to look at the two wedding dresses.

The next second, she covered her face tightly with both hands, and a soft, mosquito-like humming sound quietly rang out from between her fingers:

"...Oh my god, how could this happen? It's completely different from what I imagined. Why is there such an atmosphere..."

In such a desolate palace known as a "haunted house", there are two sets of red wedding dresses hanging, swaying in the wind every night... The Chinese horror connotation is simply too strong.

Nangong Mingzhu: “…”

Nangong Mingzhu chuckled softly, and his chest trembled violently.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh." Yue Liuyun put down her hands. The shameless girl quickly accepted this strange atmosphere and said to him with a glare.

"Okay, okay, I won't laugh anymore," he said.

Nangong Mingzhu raised his eyebrows and stopped smiling. Instead, he stared at her straightly, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, his eyes becoming darker and darker, with ripples in them.

Yue Liuyun coughed lightly, thought seriously for a moment, slowly approached him, raised his head, curved his eyes, and their gazes met in the air, and he said softly:

"...Do you remember? Back then, when we were having dinner together at the Fusheng Pavilion, I said... 'Ever since I came back, I've always wanted to tell you something.'"

Nangong Mingzhu's voice was a little hoarse, his eyebrows raised, and his heart beat faster.

He took a step forward and approached her, not giving her a chance to dodge. He held her waist and pulled her to his side, whispering:

"……I remember."

At that time, she deliberately teased him and turned away in the middle of her words, which made him so angry that he chased her directly to General Qiming's mansion.

Yue Liuyun smiled widely, her ears blushed, and her eyes were warm and sincere:

"...What I wanted to say at that time was actually more than just 'I like you'..."

Her voice, carried by wisps of cool wind, reached his ears, making his heart even hotter. Even the bright smile of the girl in front of him became blurred.

At dusk, the sky is soft, the cloud shadows are light, the evening breeze is blowing gently, and the faint and fragmented halo is like a dream. Only the occasional chirping of birds outside the window makes people feel real, not like they are in a dream.

Winter had already gone and spring had arrived.

"And... let's get married."

"...I'll marry you, or you'll marry me, okay?" Yue Liuyun stood on tiptoe, and he also leaned down to cooperate, allowing her to lean close to his ear and whisper.

The lights were dimly lit, and the soft light illuminated every corner of the palace. The faint light cast a faint, slightly awkward sound of wind chimes.

Nangong Mingzhu stared at her, his beautiful and bright eyes were like glass, deep and captivating.

He pulled her into his arms, held her tightly, closed his eyes, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

The person in my arms is a real touch, not an illusion or a vague soul. She is right beside me, in my arms.

What else could he doubt?

She is not a proactive person, nor is she someone who dares to give love.

But she didn't care how despicable his methods were, didn't care about his dark thoughts of wanting to trap her by his side, didn't care that he wasn't a good person...

She promised him a true confession.

Her feelings for him were real.

She wants to marry him.

Until this moment, he finally felt that he was in the human world, and all his worries and doubts about her disappeared.

Nangong Mingzhu finally opened her dark eyes, raised her chin, and her handsome face shone brightly under the light.

He cooperated with her, his voice hoarse and pleasant, his eyes as deep as a deep pool, and said slowly:

"...Okay, marry me."

The smile on Yue Liuyun's lips deepened, her eyes curved into crescents, and there was a very shallow dimple on her lips, which was quite charming when you looked closely.

Yue Liuyun coughed lightly, blinked his eyes, and said earnestly:

"...I've already set the date. It's two days from now. How about... Kyungsan? Also, if you don't mind, can it be just the two of us?"

Now that everything was inconvenient, there was no way to have a grand ceremony, and it was meaningless. She just wanted a quiet, simple ceremony with only the two of them.

Nangong Mingzhu raised his eyebrows in surprise and said:

"So urgent?"

"Nonsense," Yue Liuyun said confidently, "We're leaving for Wancheng in three days, what do you think?"

Nangong Mingzhu was about to speak.

But Yue Liuyun smiled and said:

"...I'm just informing you, not asking for your opinion."

Nangong Mingzhu: “…”

Nangong Mingzhu tapped her forehead lightly with his fingertips, nodded helplessly and smiled: "...Okay, okay, you don't need to ask for my opinion on my marriage."

She was the only one who arranged everything clearly.

"Oh, don't say that. If you have any opinions, you can still speak out and let me know..." Yue Liuyun continued, "...you actually dare to have opinions about me."

Nangong Mingzhu: “…”

I don’t know who this familiar line of speech was learned from.

He thought for a moment and said lazily, "I do have some opinions."

"Hmm?" Yue Liuyun looked straight at him.

Nangong Mingzhu felt her chilling gaze and immediately changed his words, saying something else, smiling, "...It's not really an opinion, but I have something I want you to see."