Si Mobai made a gentle sound of assent and held her hand. At the threshold of the doorway, he bent down to help her lift the corner of her dress as he said, “What else do we need? It seems too little with only these few things.”
“It’s enough. You’ve just come back too. You’ll be worn out.”
Feng Qingling was somewhat in a daze, looking at the two people leaving hand in hand. He was simply stunned, especially by the way Si Mobai bent over to help Feng Tianlan lift her dress. Moreover, since when was the Wargod able to cook?
It was simply too shocking. Was he really the rumored terrifying Demon Wargod? It felt like he had been possessed.
But wasn’t his treatment of Tianlan exactly what he wanted?
A superior and aloof man, who was willing to lower his pride to do such things. It absolutely showed his sincerity. As such, he was very satisfied with the Wargod’s marriage proposal. He was very satisfied!
In the kitchen, Si Mobai personally cooked the dishes, while Feng Tianlan tasted the food on the side. She said, “Why do I feel that you wanted to press the marriage to take place?”
“I did have the idea,” said Si Mobai, not denying it. He transferred the freshly stir-fried minced meat with beans onto a plate. Then, he picked up a bean to put into her mouth after he first cooled it by blowing on it.
Feng Tianlan opened her mouth to eat the crunchy and delicious stir-fried bean. She scrunched up her eyes in happiness as she said, “It’s delicious. Mobai, your cooking skill is getting better and better.”
“Is that right? I don’t think it’s good enough yet.” He wanted to cook the best for Lan’er to eat.
Feng Tianlan smiled and said, “We’ll go to heavenly prison tomorrow. I want to see Tu Xiang. I’ve some things that I want to ask him.” She wanted to clarify whether the peony flower he was talking about was embroidered on the clothes or found on the wrist.
“Then I’ll finish my marriage proposal tomorrow and go together with you.” The marriage proposal was the priority.
Feng Tianlan lightly responded, “Okay.”
The next day, Si Mobai was still unable to personally visit to propose marriage because particular attention was paid to the Three Letters and Six Rites. In this way, it would be absolutely right and proper as well as officially recognized. So, he could only accept it.
He could not be bothered by other small details. But when it came to discussing the matter of marriage with Lan’er, there was absolutely no ambiguity about it. He wanted for her to marry him openly and honorably, without any censure.
So, he went to the backyard and took Feng Tianlan to the heavenly prison to look for Tu Xiang.
They had just entered the heavenly prison and Feng Tianlan smelled the odor of decay, carrying with it a trace of imperceptible fragrance which caused her to frown. She then said, “Mobai, do you sense a fragrance in the heavenly prison?”
The scent was very faint, but she clearly smelled it. Moreover, this fragrance had a sweetness as well as a kind of impetuous heat.
“Hold your breath.” Si Mobai hurriedly held Feng Tianlan and covered her mouth and nose. Then he took out an Immunity Pill from the Storage Ring for her to swallow.
Feng Tianlan also felt that something was not right and said, “Let’s go in and have a look.”
The moment they entered, they saw people collapsed on their sides to the ground. Whether they were prisoners or jailers, every single one of them lay slump on the ground. Their blood-red faces had a blossoming beautiful peony flower. It was a very strange way of death.
Si Mobai took her hand and crouched down. He checked the jailer’s mouth for signs of breath and said, “Not breathing.”
“Tu Xiang.” Feng Tianlan subconsciously felt that the target of the person who came was Tu Xiang this time.
Si Mobai took her in his arms and hurried along to the depths of the prison to arrive at Tu Xiang’s cell. He was sitting on the ground with his head bowed. They could not see his appearance nor could they see his expression clearly. He did not have any response.
Si Mobai unbolted the lock, and then went in. He checked for signs of breathing at his nose and said, “He’s dead.”
“Everyone’s dead.” Feng Tianlan looked at Xu Jiayi’s cell on the opposite side. She lay on the ground and still had a strange smile on her face. In this dark cell, it appeared to be even more terrible and sinister
