Wait a minute! Isn't this a marriage proposal? I haven't even accepted yet! And when did they give me the family heirloom?
Qin Moyu struggled out of Shen Mo's arms and said seriously, "No, let's make this clear. When did I take your family heirloom?"
Shen Mo just smiled and remained silent, giving off a shameless look that said, "If you can't remember, then take it as a yes."
Wait... could it be...?
Qin Moyu suddenly remembered the paperweight that Shen Mo had given her after the fusion. She had said that she wanted to return it to Shen Mo because it was too valuable, but Shen Mo had forced it back to her. Later, she put it in her storage bag and completely forgot about it.
"Is this it?!" Qin Moyu took out the paperweight from the corner. The palm-sized paperweight was square and slightly cool to the touch. It was carved with a magnificent five-clawed golden dragon, soaring upwards. It was not covered in dust or darken because of Qin Moyu's carelessness. It was just like the one Shen Mo gave it to him that day.
Shen Mo nodded, not only did he not think there was anything wrong with giving away the Southern Kingdom royal family heirloom so easily, but he even wanted to go further: "Mo Yu, you said you wanted it. I wanted to give you all four pieces after I woke up that day, but unfortunately I only had this paperweight on hand."
The royal family of the Southern Kingdom possessed a set of writing implements left by the founding emperor. However, because paper was difficult to preserve, the paperweight was preserved as a substitute.
Although they are called family heirlooms, these items have actually been stored in the warehouse for who knows how long. Their symbolic significance outweighs their practical use. It can be said that seeing these four family heirlooms represents the Southern Kingdom's royal family.
—This only makes it clear that Shen Mo Se has lost his mind.
Qin Moyu choked upon hearing this, his lips twitching slightly: "I didn't know I had the ability to bring ruin to the country and its people."
Shen Mo stroked his chin, imagining himself as a tyrannical emperor, paired with a beautiful but wicked concubine named Mo Yu. It seemed quite appealing.
Qin Moyu couldn't see what Shen Mo was thinking, but his intuition told him that he couldn't continue this topic.
Fortunately, Shen Mo didn't dwell on this topic. He was more concerned about something else: "So, Momo, when are we going to hold our marriage ceremony?"
"Wait, wait, wait! What grand ceremony? I haven't agreed to it yet!" Qin Moyu glared at Shen Mo.
“But…it was bound to happen sooner or later.” Shen Mo took a step forward, and Qin Moyu subconsciously took a step back, only to find that there was a railing behind them, with nowhere to retreat.
Shen Mo leaned slightly forward with his back to the light. Although it was a very imposing movement, his expression was exceptionally gentle in the soft lamplight.
"Does Mo Yu intend to hold a marriage ceremony with someone else?"
His voice was low and deep, and what should have been an extremely domineering statement sounded incredibly aggrieved.
It could be said that Shen Mo knew Qin Moyu was only responsive to gentle persuasion and deliberately said that.
Sure enough, under Shen Mo's affectionate, gentle, and slightly cautious gaze, Qin Moyu almost agreed.
"Well—it seems like it's not impossible."
Qin Moyu, trying to salvage the situation, deliberately dragged out the last syllable, clearly seeing the almost broken expression on Shen Mo's face.
"Besides me, who else does Mo Yu want to become a Daoist partner with?" Shen Mo said through gritted teeth.
Qin Moyu suppressed a laugh and deliberately asked, "What would you do if I really became a Daoist partner with someone else?"
"Kill him." Shen Mo answered without hesitation, his face dark, only realizing what he had said after hearing Qin Moyu's laughter.
—Oops, I accidentally told the truth. Will Mo Yu think I'm too cruel?
Shen Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he tried to salvage the situation: "Actually, I..."
He wanted to say that he could accept Qin Moyu rejecting him and being with someone else, but when the words came out, he found that even imagining that scene made his heart ache, let alone if that day really came, he estimated he would go crazy.
Shen Mo opened his mouth, then resignedly said, "Mo Yu, I don't want to lie to you, but I can't."
People say that love means letting go. Shen Mo used to think so too. So when Qin Moyu still hated him, he thought about disappearing from Qin Moyu's life. But now, the more time he spends with her, the less he can let go. His possessiveness makes him feel tormented even when Qin Moyu leaves his sight.
Qin Moyu originally wanted to tease Shen Mo and prevent his marriage proposal from succeeding so easily, but seeing his obviously disappointed expression, she couldn't help but soften her heart.
"Idiot." Qin Moyu bent her index finger and tapped Shen Mo hard on the head.
He smiled broadly, saying with a mix of helplessness and amusement:
"Besides you, who else could I hold a marriage ceremony with, Ye Bai?"
Shen Mo's eyes widened slightly, the unexpected surprise leaving him unusually flustered: "Mo Yu, you...you mean..."
"I promise you."
Qin Moyu smiled and hugged Shen Mo, her lips curving upwards, her eyes seemingly filled with countless stars.
A thousand words cannot express the power of a hug at this moment.
Shen Mo hugged Qin Moyu tightly, his eyes stinging for a moment.
"Thank you... Mo Yu..."
He muttered to himself, and the weight that had been hanging over his heart finally lifted.
Actually, when he went up to the Star Gazing Pavilion today, he hadn't decided whether to say those words to Qin Moyu. But when he saw the bright lights in Qin Moyu's eyes, he was as if bewitched. He remembered Qin Moyu waiting for him at the city gate that day, and he felt the same heartbeat. The burning emotions in his heart made him unable to wait any longer.
Shen Mo wanted to gain Mo Yu's approval and establish a truly inseparable relationship with him.
Qin Moyu assumed he was prepared, seeing his composed demeanor, unaware that he himself didn't know whether Qin Moyu would respond to him.
Just like the ancestors who built the Star Gazing Pavilion thousands of years ago, they all became prisoners under the sword after uttering those words, awaiting their final judgment.
Unlike his ancestor, who met a tragic end, Shen Mo received the answer he wanted.
Amidst the myriad lights of the Milky Way, two people, one in black and one in white, embraced tightly.
From this day forward, all that has happened will become a prologue, and they will work together to create the future.
—This promise will last until the very end.