My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

Chapter 37 Temple Fair Stroll; Matchmaking Tree

Gu Lan's "domineering" kiss was not just a spur-of-the-moment action. There was an unspoken meaning behind it.

Bringing a beautiful girl home, even the most generous wife would have concerns unless she was the type who simply didn't care at all!

This kiss was also to prevent Mu Yuyan from overthinking.

After a while, Mu Yuyan's eyes were moist, her lips were moist, and she whispered, "Master Gu, you are so good to me."

"My lady, you are my wife. Of course I have to be good to you."

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After dinner, the grand temple fair unfolded with magnificent fireworks, illuminating the sky above Langzhou City. The streets were crowded with people, creating a lively atmosphere.

Gu Lan and Mu Yuyan left the Residence first, while Old Yang and Liu Yexi took Lin Tan'er to explore and play around.

On the other side, in front of an inn, a young scholar in brocade clothes walked out, fanning himself with a folding fan. Behind him was an elderly man in a black robe.

"Elder Dragon, there is nothing tonight, why not join me in exploring the temple fair of the Jing Nation?"

The young scholar, feeling confident after completing the Autumn Examination, smiled and stretched his waist.

"If Your Highness suggests, the old slave will naturally comply!"

The black-robed elder concurred.

Having enjoyed several nights of blood meals, he was content and more devoted to protecting his master.

"The customs and scenery of the Jing Nation are more beautiful than our Great Yu. Here there are willow trees shrouded in mist, ornately decorated bridges, and elegant residential houses, so desirable!"

Walking into the downtown, the young scholar breathed in the air here and couldn't help but sigh.

Looking at the lively scene around him, his eyes revealing a hint of greed.

"When Your Highness gradually secures the top scholar position in the Jing Nation, let the world know that scholars from Great Yu are no less than those from the Jing Nation... At that time, Her Majesty will surely value you even more!"

The black-robed elder clearly understood him and flattered him in a low voice.

The young scholar nodded and, gazing towards the direction of the capital of the Jing Nation, said across the air, "However, this is far from enough. Starting from the literary world is just the beginning of my plan... After returning to the court, I will use various means to shake the positions of my elder brothers. In the future, once I become the emperor, I will surely conquer the Jing Nation!"

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Walking through the bustling streets and alleys, teahouses, and taverns, the well-dressed couple attracted attention.

"Master, this sugar figure looks nice."

"Bought!"

Hearing this, Mu Yuyan immediately understood his intention and said with a laugh, "Your red threads are so expensive. In the end, it's just a ceremonial gesture. Do you really think you're the Matchmaking Deity?"

"Hey, madam, why take it seriously?" The owner chuckled. "It's just for joy, not forcing anyone to buy."

"You..." Mu Yuyan was about to retort.

However, Gu Lan stopped her, giving her a gentle look. "Yuyan, it's okay. It's just three copper coins, for fun."

"Right!" The owner, seeing Gu Lan being open-minded, agreed with a smile. "How many does the young sir want?"

Gu Lan said, "Just one."

The owner said, "One might be difficult. Many young sirs like you usually need seven or eight to hang one up there!"

"No need," Gu Lan said with a faint smile, taking out three copper coins and handing them over. He received a red thread from the owner.

Looking up at the lush Matchmaking Tree with many red threads hanging, there was one conspicuously bare branch at the very top.

"Owner, why is there no red thread on the topmost branch?"

Gu Lan glanced at the owner and said, "If we manage to throw one up there, wouldn't that be a special blessing?"

"Hehe, sir, you're just joking." The owner, seeing the branch Gu Lan pointed at, almost sprayed out a mouthful of water.

"That branch is at least seven or eight yards high... If you can throw it up there, I'll give you this entire stall for free! Hahaha!"

Hearing this, the surrounding young couples who were trying hard to toss their red threads up couldn't help but look over, especially the men who were curious about the casual bet between Gu Lan and the owner.

"Bro, this Matchmaking Tree is nearly nine yards tall. Don't overexert yourself."

"Yeah, we understand your desire to impress your wife, but you have to consider your own strength!"

"Haha.."

...

Ignoring the laughter and noise around them, Gu Lan lowered his head, smiled, and weighed the red thread in his hand.

Then, with a casual toss, the red thread seemed to sprout wings, passing through the dense branches and landing on a branch three yards high.

Finally, it stably hung on the highest branch of the Matchmaking Tree!

At this moment, the once-smiling owner, along with the onlookers, froze in shock.

"What the heck?!"

"He actually hit it in one go? Is this fake?!"

"..."