Ye Jiu's face flushed, and she complained, "What kind of hairstyle is this!"
She was still a young lady, yet he had combed her hair into a married woman's style.
Sikong Mo chuckled softly, then with a slight movement of his fingers, Ye Jiu's flowing hair completely unraveled, "I really wish I could style your hair like this every day in the future, but I suppose that day isn't too far off."
"Amo, do you already have plans?" Ye Jiu asked.
Sikong Mo spoke with great confidence, "No one can stop me from marrying you."
Naturally, not even the Sikong family.
The old Emperor wanted to use the Sikong family against him, but that idea was truly misguided.
If that woman hadn't been bearing the title of his biological mother, based solely on the things she's done, he certainly wouldn't give her the opportunity to continue living in this world.
In just two months, his Jiujiu would come of age, and as he thought about it, Sikong Mo's lips slowly curved into a smile.
