At the victory banquet, Feng Li and Jian Yi sat at the head seats.

On the right side sat Di Wu Ya and Feng Jiu’er; on the left sat Feng Jiang and Qiao Mu, with Feng Jiang holding little Xiaojiang in his arms.

Yue Jianfei and Tang Xiaohua, husband and wife, sat facing the former Feng clan Empress and General Yao and his wife.

Next along were Xing Zizhou and Xiao Yingtao, Feng Yinan and Yue Qinchun, Zhao Yusheng and Duan Liuyang, Yang Sheng and Shen Rong’er, Yu Jingfeng and Leng Xuepiao.

The Twelve Flying Dragon Riders sat in a row according to rank, and among them now were three women.

Long Yi and Gong Xinyue sat together, looking rather bashful.

Compared to Gong Xinyue, Gong Xing’er and Li Xiaotian, seated further along, had it much easier.

The two of them started eating the moment they sat down, especially Gong Xing’er, who looked exactly like a little hamster that could never be full.

“Xing’er, eat slowly! Whatever you want to eat from now on, I’ll make sure to find it for you.” Long Shiyi poured a cup of tea for Gong Xing’er.

“Brother Long Qi, try some of this too.” Li Xiaotian picked up a piece of meat and set it in Long Qi’s bowl.

Long Yi kept glancing at the woman beside him, his gaze occasionally drifting to the table, but he said nothing at all the whole time.

Gong Xinyue was also visibly a little awkward—this was her first time in love, and there was so much she didn’t understand.

Suddenly, a large hand covered hers.

“Xinyue, let’s get married tonight.” Long Yi looked at her with a completely serious expression.

He had waited so long for this day; he no longer wished to wait any further!

Gong Xinyue looked back at him in astonishment, and after a moment, the corner of her mouth lifted and she nodded slightly.

“Thank you!” Long Yi, overcome with excitement, accidentally knocked a cup off the table.

He withdrew his still-trembling hand, fetched two new cups, and filled them both with wine.

Long Yi lifted the two cups and handed one to Gong Xinyue.

“Trust me! In this life, I will never fail you.”

Gong Xinyue nodded with a smile, took the cup, clinked it lightly against his, and drained it in one go.

Yu Jingfeng had long found Long Yi irritating—so what if he had one more word from Princess Jiu’er? Did that mean he got to climb ahead of him?

“Xuepiao.” He grabbed Leng Xuepiao’s hand.

Leng Xuepiao turned her head to look at him and frowned.

Yu Jingfeng had meant to say something else, but after seeing those eyes, he swallowed it back hard.

“Shall we… have a meal together right now?”

The words “get married” had, helplessly, become “have a meal.”

“I’ve been eating this whole time.” Leng Xuepiao glanced at Yu Jingfeng and looked away.

“Yu Jingfeng, let’s get married tonight, how about it?”

During the time they’d been apart, Leng Xuepiao’s heart had surely kept thinking of one person.

Now that they’d met again, she didn’t want to be apart from him anymore either.

Yu Jingfeng stared unblinking at the woman drinking her tea, completely unable to believe his own ears.

“Xue—Xuepiao, what did you just say? You said we’re… is that… really true?”

Leng Xuepiao set down her cup and looked up to meet his gaze.

“Get married—don’t you want to?”

“I do.” Yu Jingfeng nodded forcefully.

He had never been this excited before—so excited he could barely keep still, could barely even speak.

Finally, with a thud, Yu Jingfeng dropped to his knees and carefully took hold of Leng Xuepiao’s small hand.

“Let’s get married tonight, right now, Xuepiao, let’s get married right now.”

He held her hand and kissed it again and again, as though he could never get enough.

“Get up, what are you doing?” Leng Xuepiao glanced around at everyone and pulled her hand back.

“I just got excited, that’s all.” Yu Jingfeng sat back down nervously. “I finally have a wife, I’m a married man now too.”