Emperor Zun's way of chasing his wife: Go away to the gods

Chapter 525 Wedding 2
Xuan Xi calmly analyzed, "Just steal that golden seal from Mo Ze."

Everyone present nodded in agreement.

Cheng Jiu asked, "Brother Xuanxi, how do you steal the golden seal?"

As soon as Cheng Jiu finished speaking, another person appeared in the originally lively hall. The peach blossom eyes of that person were three points blurred and three points lonely. The slightly glaring sunlight elongated his silhouette. It looks more and more sad in the shadows.

The person who came was none other than Fallen God Mo Lin.

Jing Yi warned, "What are you doing here?"

Mo Lin smiled suddenly, with helplessness in his eyes, and said, "I can steal my father's golden seal, but you have to save Zichu."

Xuan Xi looked at Mo Lin suspiciously, and when he saw the look of relief in Mo Lin's eyes, he felt relieved again. He could see that Mo Lin had really given up.

Mo Lin said, "He is my father after all, I hope you can spare his life."

Jing Yi smiled stiffly, "Mo Lin, even without the golden seal, do you think he would let us go so easily?"

Mo Lin smiled, but did not answer.

Mo Lin was overjoyed and thought that Zichu was going to marry him, but when he went to the room covered with red silk curtains, the face of the stunningly beautiful woman was completely icy cold, with a touch of makeup on her face, red lips Delicate and beautiful like flowers blooming, the phoenix woven with gold silk on a big red wedding gown is lifelike.

But the red color made his eyes a little hot, and the heavy bead curtains blocked the sadness and despair on Zi Chu's face. She was like a puppet without a soul at this moment. Tail is just a bystander.

There is no joy in the eyes, only emptiness and despair.

Even the sound of breathing was so shallow.

He slowly approached the woman. The woman remained motionless. The woman in the bronze mirror was like a puppet, being manipulated by others.

Although she is very beautiful, but also very boring, Mo Lin suddenly smiled bitterly, he never wanted to get her like this.

All he wanted was for her to marry him willingly, so what was the point of the happiness that was snatched like this.

Mo Lin dismissed all the servants in this room, looked at the woman who was as indifferent as ice, and said softly, "Zi Chu, as long as he thinks of you marrying me, Mo Lin will be very happy.

Ever since I was a child, my only dream was that you would wear this red wedding dress and marry me."

Mo Lin was as happy as ever from the beginning to the end. His slightly rough fingers slowly stroked Zi's snow-like cheeks. Two lines of clear tears, just so hot, just fell on his fingers, and he smiled abruptly, "Zi Chu, it's rare for you to listen to me so quietly."

Every time they met in the past, they always had a quarrel, until later, every time she saw him, there was unconcealable disgust in her eyes.

Mo Lin gently hugged her into his arms, and from the beginning, the woman was silent, only the barely audible sound of breathing hinted that the woman was still alive.

Mo Lin sighed, "I'm at a loss as to how quiet you are."

Zichu smelled the faint scent of flowers on Mo Lin's body, and there was a flash of relief in her eyes. She has been hurting this innocent man all along. In fact, who can be blamed for this matter?
Only Mo Ze is the only one who is to blame. If Mo Lin is not Mo Ze's son, they must still be the same as before.

Only, there are not so many ifs.

(End of this chapter)