Mu Yun'an heard the noise outside and was about to come out to check, when she saw Wu Xuanye walking over. She asked curiously: "Did you and the high priest quarrel again?"
Wu Xuanye sneered and said, "This man is really one-sided, so boring."
As he said that, his eyes fell on Mu Yun'an's face, then he stretched out his hand to touch it and said, "So this is how you look after your appearance recovered.
Originally, I thought you were her descendant, or at least had some imagination with her, but now it seems that you are really far from it."
Mu Yun'an was speechless. Dare Wu Xuanye asked her to restore her appearance just to see if she looked like Wen Qian?
This is two generations apart, how can it be possible?
Mu Yun'an rolled his eyes, slapped Wu Xuanye's hand away with some disgust and said, "Don't you know how to summon spirits? Since you want to see her so much, why don't you summon her soul?"
Wu Xuanye laughed at himself: "People have been dead for decades, how can they still have souls?"
Even if there were, I'm afraid her soul wouldn't want to come back here again.
He sat on a chair and touched Mu Yun'an's wedding dress. He wondered what Wen Qian looked like in her wedding dress back then.
After leaving Gu Palace to marry the man she likes, she should live a happy life, right?
If she knew that he was going to marry Mu Yun'an, would she be so angry that she would crawl out of the ground to settle the score with him?
Ha~
He hoped she could come to him to settle the score.
Mu Yun'an saw that his mood was a little low, so she walked over and said, "Although I don't look alike, I still have an aunt. How about I draw a portrait of my aunt and show it to you?"
Wu Xuanye raised his eyelids and glanced at her lightly and said, "No need." He pointed at the wedding dress on the table and said, "Wear it for me to see."
Mu Yun'an frowned, glanced at Wu Xuanye and said, "Don't you know if we can meet before the wedding?"
Wu Xuanye snorted and said, "Do you think the rules apply here?"
"It doesn't work."
Mu Yun'an curled her lips, took the wedding dress and put it on as if resigned to her fate, and asked: "Did you really send Brother Yi away?"
Seeing her dawdling, Wu Xuanye stood up unhappily and said, "What? You want to invite him to our wedding?"
Mu Yun'an choked up: "Can't I just ask casually?"
Wu Xuanye helped her straighten her clothes and said, "Don't worry, I have already sent her away. She should have left southern Xinjiang now. You can be your bride with peace of mind and don't cause any more trouble for me."
Mu Yun'an asked: "When did I get into trouble?"
Wu Xuanye lifted up a strand of her white hair, leaned a little closer and said, "What are your plans? Do you think I don't know?
You want to avenge Xiao Chengyi, am I right? I advise you to give up this idea, be my wife peacefully, and don't cause trouble for me, you know?"
Mu Yunan: "..."
She did have the intention to avenge Xiao Chengyi, but she didn't expect Wu Xuanye to say it so straightforwardly.
She lowered her eyes and remained silent for a while.
Wu Xuanye raised her chin: "Mu Yun'an, you must be honest in life. Don't think that because Xiao Chengyi is alive, you can have nothing to worry about. I can save people and kill people invisible."
As he spoke, he retracted his hand and said in a faint voice: "In three days, I will come to marry you, my bride."
After leaving these words, he turned around and walked out.
A chill ran down Mu Yun'an's spine. How could she not tell that Wu Xuanye was threatening her? She thought this man had a weird temper, but in fact no one knew what he was thinking.