"Then why can't you tell me about the Cloud Guild?"
Morgan Shangguan raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to break the rules of the game?"
Damien Gray frowned. He almost forgot—she was carefully plotting against the Ghost Gate! "So, am I more important, or is the game more important?"
Morgan Shangguan frowned at him, finally conceding, "You matter. You matter more than anything, alright?"
A hint of amusement appeared in Damien Gray's eyes, but he said, "Is the Princess Consort so unwilling? It seems I must serve you well, until you willingly believe I'm the most important!"
Damien Gray held her tighter, his voice husky. "Mo'er, we're going to Serenity Temple tomorrow! Do you want everyone to see us?"
Morgan Shangguan gasped, "Are you afraid of being seen?"
Her feelings had always been so faint—nothing ever seemed to truly matter to her. Gaining something never brought much joy, and losing it never caused much sorrow; even life and death were the same. But now, this man was someone she especially wanted, someone she especially liked. She wanted to hold onto him tightly, never letting go. Perhaps because of this, she was always eager to leave her mark on him, one after another, as if she wanted to brand him as hers, to prove that he belonged to her alone!
Damien Gray kissed her shoulder forcefully and laughed, "Of course I'm not afraid of being seen." In fact, it would be quite amusing to infuriate a few people.
That day, the weather was clear and beautiful. Emperor Alexander led the royal family to Serenity Temple. For now, they were only going to pray; the true national ceremony would take place in a month, when the whole kingdom would celebrate.
Only Damien Gray spends his days glued to Morgan Shangguan’s side; you never see the Crown Princess or Princess Jin lingering around Prince Adrian Yarrow or Prince Evan Yarrow.
Since Cang Yu Yang spoke up, it seemed awkward to refuse. Morgan didn’t mind at all; she squeezed Damien’s hand, fingers intertwined, and together they followed the group up the mountain path.
There was only a narrow trail leading up the mountain, not easy to walk. Among the group, only Mona Shangguan lacked martial skills; halfway up, she was already out of breath. Cang Yu Yang, ever considerate, suggested, “Let’s rest for a bit.”
Mona gave him a blissful smile, her eyes flicking to Morgan—only to find Morgan already pulling Damien toward a patch of wildflowers, her lips curved in a gentle smile, not a trace of sadness visible. Mona frowned, frustrated. She’d come to Silvermoon Kingdom hoping to see Morgan broken and miserable, but no matter what she did, Morgan never reacted. The resentment inside Mona had nowhere to go, leaving her feeling stifled and bitter.
Adrian Yarrow remained silent, lost in thought. Hua Qianyu glanced at him, a hint of mockery in his eyes. If Adrian ignored his advice and did something foolish, Hua could only feel regret. Stretching lazily, Hua wandered into the vibrant flowerbeds and flopped to the ground as if lifeless—so carefree, so unrestrained.
Everyone else, except Mona and Qiu Susu, simply stood nearby to rest. Not far away sat a large boulder, where Mona and Qiu Susu took a seat to catch their breath.
Damien looked at the sea of flowers and smiled, “Does my Princess Consort love flowers as well?”
Morgan replied softly, “Flowers can be useful or useless, depending on their nature.”
Damien raised an eyebrow and laughed, “As expected, my Princess is truly one of a kind!”
Morgan arched an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Are you still convinced you’re an ordinary man, Your Highness?”
Damien chuckled, his voice low, “If I were ordinary, how could I ever deserve you?”
Hand in hand, they stood quietly among the flowers, bodies almost touching, the breeze weaving their hair together in an intimate embrace. It was a beautiful scene, but not everyone enjoyed the sight—especially those who couldn’t help but notice the lingering marks of last night’s passion, a painfully conspicuous reminder.
At that moment, Evan Yarrow made a sudden decision—Morgan Shangguan would be his empress! He wanted this woman for himself.
The mountain breeze carried the scent of spring, mingling with the silent tension that lingered between the companions.
Unspoken feelings and old wounds seemed to hover in the air, waiting for the right moment to surface.
But for now, the group rested, the mountain path winding ahead, and the story of Silvermoon Kingdom continued to unfold, one step at a time.
Damien looked at the sea of flowers and smiled, “Does my Princess Consort love flowers as well?”
Morgan replied softly, “Flowers can be useful or useless, depending on their nature.”
Damien raised an eyebrow and laughed, “As expected, my Princess is truly one of a kind!”
Morgan arched an eyebrow, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Are you still convinced you’re an ordinary man, Your Highness?”
Damien chuckled, his voice low, “If I were ordinary, how could I ever deserve you?”
Hand in hand, they stood quietly among the flowers, bodies almost touching, the breeze weaving their hair together in an intimate embrace. It was a beautiful scene, but not everyone enjoyed the sight—especially those who couldn’t help but notice the lingering marks of last night’s passion, a painfully conspicuous reminder.
At that moment, Evan Yarrow made a sudden decision—Morgan Shangguan would be his empress! He wanted this woman for himself.