The marriage contract had been canceled, meaning Ziran was now free; she didn't have to marry the Young Master of the Shangguan Imperial Race anymore. Plus, if Ziran married Xiao Ye, she wouldn't face a death warrant from the Shangguan Imperial Race, either.
Xiao Ye and Ziran, at that moment, felt as if they'd shrugged off a ten-thousand-pound burden. Their bodies seemed so much lighter all of a sudden.
The two of them looked at each other, both seeing the joy in the other's eyes.
"This is my husband, his name is Xiao Ye. When you get home, please send my regards—and Xiao Ye's—to my parents," Ziran said with a radiant smile.
The four old-robed men glanced over at Xiao Ye, then pressed their hands to the badges on their chests and bowed in unison, all saying,
"Greetings, husband of the Young Clan Leader!"
"We pay our respects to the Young Clan Leader's husband!"
Xiao Ye waved his hand, straightforward as ever, and said, "Hey there."
