Upon entering the hall, Yue Yunlan scanned the crowd of ministers but did not see her father, Yue Zhonglian, among them, her brow furrowing in concern.
"Yaan Jinghong, didn't you say that as long as I marry you, you would release my father? Where is he now? And my mother, where have you taken her?"
Yue Yunlan halted her steps; without confirming her parents' safety, she would never bow to the heavens with Yaan Jinghong.
Otherwise, once the wedding is completed, she would lose any leverage to negotiate with Yaan Jinghong.
"Hehe..."
Yaan Jinghong gave a faint smile, leaned closer to Yue Yunlan's ear, and whispered, "Didn't I tell you? Uncle Yue was rescued three days ago by a little thief called Ling Feng."
"What, my father... my father he..."
A glimmer of joy flashed in Yue Yunlan's eyes; Ling Feng had returned, he really had returned and even rescued her father.
"Happy, aren't you?"
