Ji Shiyou's explanations only made things worse. Now, not only Mingyue, but also Wen Qingtian and the others looked at him with suspicion.
A wry smile touched his lips. With the tip of a sword pressed against his throat, his figure vanished.
"What are you doing? Let go of Mingyue!"
"Sister!"
"Sister Mingyue!"
Wen Qingtian and the others cried out in alarm as they saw Ji Shiyou reappear out of thin air beside Mingyue.
His hands had already gripped her shoulders. Mingyue stared at him, utterly bewildered. The sword forged from Wangshu in her hand had disappeared.
What surprised her most was her inability to move. It was Wangshu, having reverted to moonlight, that had immobilized her.
It was clearly the work of the person before her. Wangshu had already recognized her as its master, and she couldn't understand why it would obey someone else.
What was even more outrageous was that this impostor Ji Shiyou not only had his hands on her shoulders.
He had also leaned in, his breath almost touching her face.
"You scoundrel, if you dare to defile me, I'll hunt you down to the ends of the earth and take your dog life."
Although the face before her resembled Ji Shiyou's, even more chiseled and with a better demeanor, Mingyue never forgot that she was Ji Shiyou's wife. Even if she couldn't move, she absolutely would not allow Ji Shiyou to be shamed.
Seeing the man leaning in, clearly intending to kiss her forcefully, Mingyue bit her lip hard, trying desperately to turn her head away.
But she was utterly immobile. All she could do was glare with a frosty expression and verbally chastise him.
"Mingyue, you've misunderstood. I'm trying to prove that I am Ji Shiyou."
"Besides, the wedding ceremony has been performed. Kissing one's own wife is only natural."
Seeing Mingyue's resolute defiance, Ji Shiyou quickly explained, mistaking her for someone who thought he was trying to assault her.
He then muttered under his breath, lamenting his fate. What had he done to deserve being treated like a scoundrel by his own wife? He felt so wronged!
However, the matter at hand was more important. The priority now was to prove his identity.
So, Ji Shiyou leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Mingyue's.
A crescent moon-shaped mark on his forehead pulsed with light, enveloping both their bodies.
"Not good, save Mingyue quickly!"
Seeing Mingyue and the fake Ji Shiyou engulfed in light and disappearing from view,
Wen Qingtian and the others immediately launched their attacks. However, even with their combined strength, they couldn't break through the barrier of light. They paced anxiously, helpless.
Meanwhile, within the light, Mingyue wept tears of sorrow, for she understood everything.
Ji Shiyou had pressed his forehead against hers to use Wangshu and the moonlight as a medium to share his memories with her.
This was to allow Mingyue to understand everything in the shortest possible time.
Through Ji Shiyou's memories, Mingyue saw the Primordial Era. She saw her younger self, pouring out her joys and sorrows to the moon.
She saw Ji Shiyou searching every corner of the Primordial Era for her, eventually entering the Gate of Reincarnation.
She saw Ji Shiyou endure countless cycles of reincarnation in his quest to find her, each life ending in sorrow.
Finally, she saw their shared moments in this world, from their first meeting to the beginning of the apocalypse.
Their journey together, culminating in Ji Shiyou's death, and Mingyue marrying his corpse.
Watching Ji Shiyou playfully pester the Moon God to stay, Mingyue's eyes welled up with tears.
It turned out Ji Shiyou had been searching for her for a hundred thousand years, enduring repeated disappointments, yet never giving up.
She truly didn't know Ji Shiyou had done so much for her, pursuing her from the Primordial Era to the present.
"Ji Shiyou, thank you for doing so much for me."
Mingyue's voice trembled. She cupped her husband's handsome face in her hands and kissed him proactively.
"I wish I hadn't lifted the restriction earlier. Why am I always on the defensive?"
"..."
Being preempted by Mingyue, Ji Shiyou, as a man, felt a loss of face and grumbled inwardly.
However, as Mingyue's advances grew bolder, Ji Shiyou began to counterattack, his thoughts a jumbled mess.
"Eight-Nine, Baby, close your eyes."
As they kissed passionately, their foreheads separated, and the memory sharing was interrupted.
They were completely unaware that the light enveloping their bodies had dissipated.
Seeing the two engrossed in their kiss, Wen Qingtian immediately stepped in front of Eight-Nine and Baby.
Eight-Nine tried to peek, but Jin Xi covered his eyes.
No one knew what had happened, but seeing Mingyue moving freely and not being held hostage,
Conversely, Ji Shiyou seemed to be the one being coerced, they were relieved.
So, they took the two children back to the ground. The great battle was over, and there were many other matters to attend to. They had no time to linger with this young couple.
"Oh no, everyone saw!"
Ji Shiyou was the first to notice that the light had vanished, his handsome face flushing red.
They had been in mid-air, effectively broadcasting live. How would he ever face anyone again?
"What are you afraid of? We've already performed the ceremony. We're husband and wife now. What's there to be ashamed of?"
Mingyue said nonchalantly, a look of contentment on her face. In the Primordial Era, as long as two people were in love, no one would fuss over such things.
"Alright, since that's the case, we're married. Let's complete the wedding night ritual!"
Ji Shiyou grinned wickedly, scooped Mingyue into his arms, and their figures vanished into the air.
Having lost the initiative several times, he was determined to regain it. If even the wedding night was preempted by Mingyue,
Then, as a man, he would truly have to cry into his pillow.
"Hmph, who's afraid of whom!"
Although Mingyue had no experience with wedding nights, her personality dictated that she would never admit defeat in anything.
Thus, she put on a look of disdain, smiled contemptuously, and issued a challenge.
"..."
Looking at Mingyue's expression, Ji Shiyou didn't know how to respond. Was he really that weak?
Besides, wouldn't any man refuse to back down in this matter?
Ji Shiyou didn't say it aloud, but he was determined to show Mingyue his prowess.
"Today, I'll show you if your man is capable!"
They went to Mingyue's room. Ji Shiyou placed Mingyue on the bed and turned to lock the door.
His ethereal demeanor vanished completely, transforming into that of a wolf. With a tremor, his clothes disappeared.
"Bring it on! Let's see if I can make you beg for mercy!"
Mingyue, though blushing and not daring to look directly at Ji Shiyou in his original state, still blustered defiantly.
As a result, three hours later, her pleas for mercy echoed from the room.
Another two hours passed, and Ji Shiyou emerged from the room, refreshed and sated.
He went to the mess hall to cook noodles. If he hadn't heard Mingyue's stomach rumbling, fearing she would starve, he would have fought until dawn.
However, thinking that this was merely an intermission and that he could continue his conquest later, Ji Shiyou sped up his noodle-making.
Inside the room, Mingyue lay sprawled on the bed, her face flushed, her entire body limp, not even wanting to move a finger.
She was filled with a mix of grief and indignation. She had lost! How could Ji Shiyou be so formidable? Even her Witch Clan's robust physique couldn't withstand him.
She had no idea that what had just happened was only the first half, and the second half was about to begin.
Because Ji Shiyou was already returning with freshly cooked noodles, waiting for her to eat her fill before he could have another round.