The carriage stopped in front of the Yuelao Temple in the city.
Quite a few couples came together, laughing and chatting as they left.
There were also some young gentlemen and ladies, accompanied by their families, coming to seek an oracle for their romance.
Feng Fuce followed Bai Zhi'er into the Yuelao Temple.
He couldn't help but glance sideways at her, and his ink-black eyes seemed to hold some joy.
"Why did you bring me here?" Feng Fuce asked, feigning calm.
Bai Zhi'er looked around, seemingly searching for something.
Without a second thought, she replied, "If not you, who else would I bring?"
This statement brought a slight smile to the usually cold lips of Marquis Wan.
He nodded, "That's true."
Who else could it be but him?
Bai Zhi'er's eyes brightened, "Over there, let's go and ask for two pieces of Red Rope."
She grabbed Feng Fuce's wrist and headed towards the main hall of the Yuelao Temple.
