The Proposal (2)
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“Not all men like the custom of having more than one wife. Take me as an example. I believe that love is best shared between two souls. If I ever get married, I will love my wife wholeheartedly without any second thoughts. I will never marry another woman or make my wife feel bad.”
Gu Xijiu was impressed by his undivided commitment. Proudly, she gave him a thumbs-up. “It is great that you are willing to commit. Your future wife will be so lucky.”
Meng Wuya seized the chance to ask her, “Little Jiu, would you like to be the lucky one?”
Gu Xijiu was dumbfounded.
“Are you not interested? I am not any worse than Di Fuyi. I only choose to have a low profile because I do not have much interest in politics. I would rather take my wife on a world tour to see the most spectacular views and eat the best food that the world has to offer.”
What he described was the desirable life of a hermit. However, Gu Xijiu knew his intentions too well to give him her trust. His sudden appearance was actually a well-planned plot, so she did not believe anything that he said.
Meng Wuya was only here because he needed to secure his father’s power in the Devil Kingdom. The Devil King was no longer around, and the successor had yet to be assigned. Di Fuyi had not made a clear indication on whose side he was going to take, so the regent and his son must be worried about his involvement. The little princess must be their tool to gain his trust, but she would never agree to be a concubine. Therefore, Gu Xijiu had naturally become their common enemy.
However, since she had not exposed her identity yet, if they really took her as an enemy, they should have assassinated her. Why did they send their son to marry her?
“Do you know who I am?” Gu Xijiu asked.
Meng Wuya was taken by surprise, obviously. “You… You are the only woman I have ever loved.”
What a flirtatious man!
Gu Xijiu began to tease him, “You do not even know where I come from. How is that even love?”
Meng Wuya looked at her slightly awkwardly and said, “Little Jiu, have you heard of love at first sight? Your ethereal beauty has bewitched me.”
She could feel chills down her spine at this point. The man was taking it too far. She was not someone who could be fooled by these superficial words.
Unimpressed, she looked away. “You are a very good looking man, my prince. Why should you give your heart to someone so ordinary, like me? Stop making fun of me.”
Troubled, Meng Wuya tried to explain to her, “Your looks are nothing but a cover for your body. Your depth of character is what I admire the most.”
“Oh, what about my character? You brought me here as soon as we met. There was hardly any conversation. How did you get to know me any better?”
Meng Wuya was dumbstruck, so he took a while to gather his words. “Little Jiu, to you, that was our first encounter by the hill, but to me, I have been thinking about you since I first saw you some time ago.”
That did not quite make sense. She had just disguised herself when she first arrived in the Devil Kingdom, so the persona she carried was still fresh and new. How long had he been thinking about her, exactly?
Gu Xijiu continued, “How many days have you been back in the kingdom?”
Meng Wuya answered, “Not long ago. I have not been around in the Devil Kingdom much until I heard about you. I came all the way back, only to fall in love with you. However, I had to keep these feelings to myself because you are already the fiancée of the National Master. Seeing him with my sister prompted me to review his life by using the Tracing Spell. That is how I came across those images.”