107: Chapter 107 Husband, let's get married.

Su Chen became like this for the sake of saving the world, and also for her.

The time he had left was precious, measured in quarters and breaths.

How could she still...

How did she still dare to take the little time she had left with him...

...and waste it on such pointless jealousy?

"Master..."

She reached out her small hand and gently covered Su Chen's large, cold hand.

Attempting to use her own warmth to heat up his body.

"Don't worry."

"Miss Yue must already know the news of our victory."

"From Donglai Prefecture, traveling north via a sea route to Jinmen, where there are Demon-Quelling Army carriages for transfer."

"If the winds and waters are favorable, the fastest would be seven or eight days, and the slowest would be ten days or so; she will definitely make it!"

Even she didn't believe these words as she spoke them.

"Seven or eight days? Ten days or so?"

It wasn't just Su Chen who knew his physical condition.

Ye Jingjun, who was already the number one martial artist in Great Ning after Su Chen, also knew very well.

How could Su Chen possibly have that much time left to wait?

Su Chen sighed and patted her head.

"I believe in Miss Yue."

"Her strength isn't bad now; as long as she travels quickly, there's still time for one last meeting."

Ye Jingjun's tears finally burst forth completely, large drops splashing onto their joined hands.

She suddenly lowered her head, her shoulders trembling violently.

Her suppressed sobs sounded like the wailing of a wounded cub, heartbreaking to hear.

After a long time, she finally looked up and messily wiped the tear tracks from her face with her sleeve.

As if she had made a certain decision.

"Master Su, do you want to be the Emperor?"

"That wouldn't be very good."

Su Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"We finally managed to get the enthronement ceremony ready."

"But before everything is even prepared, we'd have to start digging the imperial mausoleum in a couple of days."

"I can only say it would be terribly wasteful of labor and resources..."

"If it really comes down to it, you'll have to take this position in the future."

"I think so too."

The young Female Sword Immortal nodded heavily.

"The matter of the enthronement can be put aside for now."

"With me and the ministers here, the trivial matters of the court won't fall into chaos anytime soon."

"But, there is one thing."

"I must do it with you now, immediately, right this instant!"

Su Chen was slightly startled and looked at her with confusion.

At a time like this, what could be more important than those things?

Ye Jingjun didn't answer immediately.

She stood up and walked over to the luggage on the side.

She took a deep breath.

As if performing an extremely solemn ritual.

She carefully took out an item that was wrapped tightly in bright yellow silk.

It was a long, narrow bundle.

The color of the silk was faintly that of the imperial standard.

The silk looked very new.

It must have been rushed out during the two days he was unconscious.

Holding the bundle, she walked back to the bedside step by step.

Under Su Chen's puzzled gaze, she slowly unwrapped it.

Inside, it was not the Imperial Seal or military tallies, nor was it an imperial decree or scroll.

It was a set of clothes.

A set of incredibly magnificent, exquisitely crafted crimson ceremonial robes.

Gold thread embroidered phoenixes soaring through the nine heavens and golden dragons playing with pearls.

The stitching was fine and dense, making the garment extremely luxurious.

Under the sunlight filtering through the window lattice, it shimmered with brilliant colors.

This was clearly a set of...

...auspicious robes for a groom.

Su Chen instantly understood Ye Jingjun's intention.

She wanted to...

...marry him?!

In the final three days of his life?

"Jingjun, you..."

He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Should he refuse?

Su Chen knew that Ye Jingjun's obsession with him was too deep.

If he refused, setting aside the matter of her blackening value skyrocketing...

...given his current state, she would probably force him to go through with the wedding even if she had to tie him up.

Should he agree?

He would just pat his butt and leave once the investment ended to start a new round of martial artist cultivation.

But what about her?

What would happen to Ye Jingjun?

For her, would this be fulfillment or an even deeper debt of sorrow?

Ye Jingjun solemnly placed the groom's auspicious robes beside Su Chen's bed.

Then, as if by magic, she produced another set from behind her.

It was an equally dazzling bridal gown, embroidered with the pattern of a colorful phoenix facing the sun.

Holding the wedding dress, an unusual flush appeared on her beautiful face.

In her eyes, there was love, madness, and stubbornness.

"Su Chen."

She called his name again, discarding all titles and formalities.

"I don't care if you have three days, three hours, or three quarters left."

"I don't care if you are human, a sword soul, or something else."

"I also don't care if you still have that blue-haired siren girl in your heart."

"In this life, I, Ye Jingjun, am following you to the end!"

"In life, I am yours."

"In death, I am your ghost."

"You said everyone must die eventually and that we should accept fate calmly... Fine, I accept it!"

"But here with me, Ye Jingjun, your fate is that you must marry me."

"The Road to the Yellow Springs is too cold; I won't allow you to walk it alone."

"Your clothes were indeed sewn after we arrived in the capital... That's because I didn't know your measurements before, so I secretly measured you while you were asleep..."

Her pretty face suddenly turned crimson, as if she remembered something she had seen.

"But... I've been preparing this wedding dress of mine for three years."

"Since the time we left East Lai... no, since that small courtyard in Qing Prefecture, I've been waiting for today."

"You must marry me! Right now!"

Her voice grew louder and louder.

As if she wanted to pour out all the love, grievances, persistence...

"No, all the love, grievances, persistence, unwillingness, and despair of her entire life..."

"...into this single moment."

"Into this one request."

Su Chen stared at her blankly.

Looking at this woman, clad in military uniform yet holding a crimson wedding dress...

...crying like a child, yet as obsessive as a demon.

He looked at the shimmering phoenix on the wedding dress.

Words of refusal could no longer leave his mouth.

Perhaps, in the final moments of this investment round...

...leaving her with a title and something to remember him by...

...was the only thing he could do.

It was cruel, yet gentle.

Using all his strength.

He reached out his hand—the one not holding the pearl—toward her.

A simple action that spoke louder than a thousand words.

Ye Jingjun watched the hand reaching out to her, her eyes first widening in disbelief.

Then, tears surged forth once again.

But this time, they were tears of joy.

She suddenly lunged to the bedside.

Pressing her cold cheek tightly against his equally cold palm.

Like a child who finally received a long-awaited piece of candy.

She began to cry out loud.

"Waaah, Su Chen, Master Su, Great Commander Su, you bastard."

"You promised, you're not allowed to go back on it..."

Feeling the spiritual power Ye Jingjun was injecting into his body while crying.

Su Chen felt his body improve slightly, like a final rally before death.

He spoke half-jokingly and half-seriously.

"Even at a time like this, are you still going to call me Great Commander Su?"

"Vice Commander Ye?"

"Mm!"

A layer of mist filled the eyes set in the young girl's flushed face.

She stammered, rubbing her hands in embarrassment.

With difficulty, she let out the address she had always wanted to use.

"...Husband."