Di Wu Ya held Feng Jiu’er’s small hand in both of his, lowered his head, and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Thank you, wife.”

He straightened his back, gently pinched her ring finger, and carefully slid the ring onto it.

Feng Jiu’er looked at the huge diamond, pursed her lips into a smile, and said, “You’d better let me wear this ring out in public.”

If this were the modern era, this blue diamond would surely be priceless—she wouldn’t dare flaunt it while walking down the street.

Di Wu Ya gently stroked her jade finger, now adorned with the diamond ring, and raised his eyes.

“Wife, the stone is too big.”

Compared to his wife’s slender hand, it was far too large.

If Feng Jiu’er hadn’t once said that the bigger the diamond the better, Di Wu Ya wouldn’t have chosen this particular stone.

“Yes, it’s so big I can’t even do anything with my hand while wearing it.”

Feng Jiu’er pursed her lips, smiling.

Hearing this, a trace of gloom appeared on the man’s face, which never changed in ten thousand years.

According to his plan, he’d hoped to give Feng Jiu’er a wedding she’d remember for the rest of her life, flawless in every way.

He hadn’t expected things to go wrong right from the start.

“I—” Just as Di Wu Ya raised his eyes, Feng Jiu’er’s other hand landed on his forehead.

She rubbed the slight furrow between the man’s brows and said softly, “I love it, but…” “But what?”

Di Wu Ya’s expression eased slightly.

“The bigger the diamond, the better, of course.”

Feng Jiu’er’s smile grew even brighter than before.

She lowered her head, looked at the large diamond on her hand, and continued, “I imagine Ninth Imperial Uncle must have some smaller stones too, right?”

“If you don’t mind, make me another one—oh, no, why don’t you just hand over all the stones to me.”

“I’ll make it myself.”

Feng Jiu’er raised her eyes to meet Di Wu Ya’s gaze. “You get one, I get one, and they should be identical—matching couple rings, you know.”

“As for this ring, I’ll treasure it forever, I promise.”

Silly man! Did he really fear she’d look down on it that much?

Clearly… no woman would ever complain about a diamond being too big, right?

Once Feng Jiu’er learned that Di Wu Ya had found quite a few diamonds, she’d already been planning to bring them all home—every single one! Unfortunately, she’d never had the time, and she was quite anxious about it, wasn’t she?

What if someone else found them first?

“Of course.”

Di Wu Ya nodded slightly.

Feng Jiu’er extended her hand to Di Wu Ya, and he took it and stood up.

In the distance, the crowd, seeing that the Prince’s proposal had succeeded, erupted into loud chatter.

Only one lonely figure walked farther and farther away… On a hillside about half a mile from the inn, a woman wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a thin veil covering her face clenched her fists tightly.

“Feng Jiu’er, I will make you pay this blood debt in blood!”

She touched her own half-covered cheek, her eyes behind the veil filled with a vicious glint.

“Palace Mistress, the person you wanted to see has arrived.”

A woman in black appeared behind her and cupped her hands in salute.

The woman flung her sleeve, and a large tree not far away was instantly split in two.

The woman in black stepped back two paces, bowed, and knelt. “Feng Jiu’er cannot escape this time—Palace Mistress will surely have her great revenge!”

The woman gave a cold snort, leapt down from the hillside, and vanished without a trace.

In a desolate, nearly deserted village, only the occasional caw of a crow or two could be heard.

Inside a thatched hut, a tall figure sat before a low table, motionless for a long time.

Not far away, by the windowsill, stood a military officer dressed in cloth garments.

He saw the figure appear in the distance, frowned, and turned around.

“Eldest Imperial Prince, this Chen Hong is so greedy—can we still trust her?”