Chen Mo didn't consider himself a gentleman.
Everything that needed to be said had been said, Yi Yao had gone to this extent.
If he refused again, he wouldn't be a normal man.
"No rush." Chen Mo's lips curved, and he said, "Because of our identities, I can't marry you with great pomp, but we can still go through the proper proceedings."
Just as Yi Yao was puzzled, Chen Mo picked up the lifted red veil and placed it back over her head, saying, "Let's perform the marriage ceremony here."
Hearing this, Yi Yao was stunned. She had read books and said, "We need elders to witness the ceremony. My... my parents are gone, and your parents... have also passed. How can we do it?"
Chen Mo was taken aback, then said, "Wait a moment."
He said and then left the room.
Jiang Ruoqing, who was always keeping an eye on the bridal chamber, was surprised to see Chen Mo come out so soon: "So quick?"
"That girl is really pitiful."
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