The night was somewhat noisy tonight.
If the night at the Lin family's estate in Lanxi could be likened to a serene girl in white,
then the night within Liangjing City was like a lively bride who had just changed into her wedding dress.
But the liveliness belonged to the outside world.
Beside the window, the two of them felt as though they had returned to that night in Zhongnan Country, where a river of stars flowed through the room.
"Was it done by your people?"
The young Fox Demon turned her head and gazed at Zhao Rong.
She shook her head.
Zhao Rong immediately said,
"It's that Great Demon your people want you to marry."
This time, he spoke in a declarative tone.
Upon hearing this, Su Xiaoxiao's pupils contracted slightly. She bit her lip, buried her face between her knees, revealing only a pair of stunningly beautiful fox eyes.
Her eyes sparkled as she looked at the young Confucian Scholar in front of her.