"Sis, you know, I think your husband—even if he is just a monkey, with split fur, poor, and not as tall or handsome as your brother—he's not completely without merit. At least the food he conjures is pretty tasty. Has he really eaten it himself? Where did he have it? I've been to several banquets at the Heavenly Court, but nothing was as delicious as what he makes. There are even some spices I've never tasted before..."
"He is not my husband."
Princess Coral pouted, "Fine, future husband then."
"He is not—!"
"Alright, alright, he's not, no need to get so worked up. Honestly, as your sister-in-law, I won't gossip about it everywhere, so you don’t need to worry about me telling others."
Anna Yang’s face burned hot, and she kept silent. If it weren’t Princess Coral, she would have exploded already.
But Anna’s silence didn’t mean Princess Coral would stop talking.
On the contrary, she grew even more excited talking to herself.
"Honestly, he’s a fairly cultivated demon by now, but for the sake of your future together, he really shouldn’t keep rebelling against Heaven—way too risky. If something goes wrong, you’ll end up a widow, sis."
"Why not talk to him? I could introduce him to Father, and he could take a post as an adjutant at the Western Sea Dragon Palace. That would be a proper job, and you wouldn’t have to worry about the Celestial Army hunting him anymore. I know how tough it is for demons—never knowing where your next meal is coming from, never sure if you’ll live to see tomorrow. Not fit for settling down or starting a family. Who knows, one day the Celestial Army could come and flatten this place. Then you’d be homeless, sis, how tragic would that be?"