I never expected that after all the twists and turns, this marriage would still fall upon my head.
His mood was oppressively gloomy.
"Even if I marry her and ignore her, can I do that?"
The Netherworld King knew his temper, "If you want her to constantly run to her father complaining every other day, then you can certainly do so."
Xu Mohan left with a flick of his sleeve.
It went without saying, this was a dreadful affair, but it seemed there was no solution, no way to defy it.
He returned to Wangchuan Mountain, his expression continually grim.
Nan Yuesheng noticed this and brought him a cup of tea, "Mohan, what's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Your face doesn't look like it's nothing." Nan Yuesheng set down the tea cup, "I brewed some chrysanthemum tea, to help cool down."
His gaze suddenly turned dark and obscure as he looked at her face, "Let me ask you a question, what do you think of ancient men having three wives and four concubines?"
