Di Wuchen's green eyes narrowed slightly, flashing a touch of sadness, but only for a moment, they returned to their usual coldness.
"They cannot get married. The Lord God is dissatisfied."
"They have been reincarnated. The Lord God's control may be a bit too broad." Qingcheng Ye Ling said tit for tat.
"Xuelian, come back with me. If you continue to meddle in other people's business, you will be implicated."
Di Wuchen persisted in persuading him.
Qingcheng Ye Ling's face was tense, and she looked at the man in front of her who was as handsome as an immortal, and said: "Even if the Lord God is dissatisfied, he cannot interfere in the order of the mortal world without authorization, otherwise it will be against the law of heaven."
Di Wuchen sighed softly.
He knew that the persuasion had failed.
"Xuelian, you are still as stubborn as before."
Qingcheng Ye Ling's beautiful eyes flashed slightly, her dark red eyes dimmed, and her voice sounded slightly melancholy: "Wuchen, you are still as foolish and loyal as before."
Di Wuchen frowned slightly, his blue eyes full of confusion, and said: "We are all the people of the Lord God."
The corners of Qingcheng Ye Ling's lips curled up slightly, and she said, "Mansha is right, the Lord God is not always right."
Di Wuchen was silent.
He knew that if he continued talking, the two of them would most likely get into a dispute.
He doesn't like to argue with her.
"Wuchen, please go back." Qingcheng Yeling turned around, moved lightly on her lotus steps, and walked away into the distance.
Di Wuchen looked at her resolute back, raised his voice a few pitches, and said, "Xuelian, even if you are the enemy of the Lord God, are you determined to stand on Mansha's side?"
Qingcheng Ye Ling's footsteps did not stop, and in the breeze, only her disembodied voice came faintly: "Yes."
Watching his old friend go away, Di Wuchen stood alone in the wind.
His tall and handsome figure looked inexplicably bleak.
Di Wuchen lowered his head slightly, and a helpless smile appeared on his lips. His voice was very soft and light, just like the whispers between lovers.
"Even if you are my enemy, it doesn't matter..."
*.*.*.*.*.*.*
Before the wedding, the second day.
Xuanyuan Ze took Ling Zhan to the Imperial City and sent him directly to the Prince's Mansion.
The moment she saw Ling Zhan, Ling Luo was very excited.
"grandfather!"
She almost ran out and immediately fell into Ling Zhan's arms, hugging his still strong body tightly.
"I miss you so much!"
He is the only relative she misses.
Although her stay in the Ling Mansion was not counted after her rebirth, the warmth she felt from this old man was something she would never forget.
"Hehehe, Luo'er has grown up and is getting married."
Ling Zhan stretched out his arms and hugged his beloved granddaughter in his arms. A deep warmth passed through his heart, and a sour feeling spread in his nose.
Ever since Luo'er left the Yingyang Imperial Capital in Xijiu Kingdom, he missed her all the time.
She was Ling Zhan's lifelong pride.
It is the only hope for the entire Ling family.
"Yes, we are getting married, grandpa, aren't you happy?" Ling Luo looked up from the old man's arms, with a rare childish smile on his face.
She rarely acts coquettishly.
But when facing this old man, I always can't control myself.
"Happy! Happy!" Ling Zhan laughed loudly, but an invisible sparkle shone in the corner of his eyes.
Over the past few months, he had been suffering in a dark prison, and the only wish in his heart was that his granddaughter would live well.