Hearing Meng Jingqi's loving words, Yang Mengchen's heart was filled with emotion, and her eyes gradually moistened.
Feeling the stir of emotions from Yang Mengchen on his back, Meng Jingqi's heart ached with pity and some sadness. He longed to take her home without care for anything else, but reason eventually triumphed over emotion, and he carried her steadily, his eyes unwaveringly fixed on Long Xuanmo.
"Ah Jiu is my life. With Ah Jiu, my life persists; without Ah Jiu, my life ceases!" Long Xuanmo declared resoundingly.
Many onlookers, especially the maidens, originally felt that Long Xuanmo was underselling himself. Even if Yang Mengchen had done a great deed for the country and the people, it could not change the fact of her low birth. To become Long Xuanmo's concubine was already reaching the skies. They did not expect her to become Long Xuanmo's one and only official wife, naturally leaving them dissatisfied and resentful.