At that point, Zhao Yiling's eyes filled with a bright light, as if the figure, celestial in its beauty, appeared before her once again.
For a moment, her heartbeat quickened.
"Ling'er, what nonsense are you talking about!" Li Ruyu interrupted Zhao Yiling's daydream sternly, "Even if that Mo Zhixuan is an immortal, I can't let you marry him! Have you forgotten how his previous 18 wives died?"
How could she let her own daughter take such a risk at a time like this!
"I don't care!" Zhao Yiling looked at Li Ruyu, her voice firm, "I just want to marry him! I won't marry anyone else but him!"
As long as she could take the position of the Mo family's matriarch, there would be nothing and no one in Capital City she need fear.
"Oh, my silly daughter, what evil has possessed you to speak such nonsense!" Li Ruyu was so anxious she was close to tears.
"I'm not possessed, I am very clear-headed. Mother, I must marry Mo Zhixuan!"