"I'll issue a new law right now. Let's see who dares to gossip. I'll have their tongues ripped out!" Fei Yuan cut her off.
Sang Luo chuckled. "Alright, go ahead and issue it. The people will just call you a tyrant again."
"As if this Emperor has ever cared about such empty words. When are we getting married?"
Seeing how excited Fei Yuan was, she knew there was no way she could refuse this time.
Sang Luo said, "You pick an auspicious date, then."
'It's a bit embarrassing,' she thought. 'I'm only a woman in my twenties, in the prime of my life, yet how many times have I been married? And every wedding has been so exhausting!'
Lost in thought, she mumbled this aloud.
Fei Yuan pulled her onto his lap and chuckled deeply in her ear, his voice seductive. "All these formalities are just for outsiders to see. This Emperor and my Little Luoruo know each other inside and out. Why would we need to care about such things?"
Sang Luo's face reddened. "Be serious!"
