Chapter 954 960, 961: Marriage

Nalan Yiren gazed at Si Song's back until his figure vanished from view, then found a place to sit down, looked afar, and said, "I just let Taotie Gu sense it, indeed the signs of qi and blood decline, and Taotie Gu also caught a trace of death aura, at most a year..."

As she spoke, the emotions Nalan Yiren had suppressed for so long finally erupted, softly sobbing, tears like rain, she cried out: "A year, the Great Elder's current condition can hold on for at most a year. The Second Elder is right, during the last days of his life, let him live happily..."

Chen Mo sat beside her, watching her cry so sadly, gently pulled her into his arms, softly comforting her.

At this moment, Nalan Yiren really wanted someone to comfort herself, and when Chen Mo pulled her into his embrace, she directly leaned against his chest, burying her head and crying bitterly.

When her grandfather was killed, it was the Great Elder who took on the role of "grandfather," raising and caring for her as she grew up, accompanying her more often than her real grandfather.

In Nalan Yiren's heart, she had long considered the Great Elder as her other real grandfather.

Now knowing that the Great Elder's life is nearing its end, yet being powerless, the pain in her heart was imaginable.

Though Taotie Gu is powerful, it cannot reverse life and death.

Chen Mo had never seen Nalan Yiren like this before, softly sobbing, crying incoherently; given her personality, she absolutely didn't want to show weakness in front of others, yet she showed it in front of him now.

It was clear that in Nalan Yiren's heart, she truly considered him as family, as her other half.

"Alright, don't cry, if someone sees and tells the Great Elder, we'll be exposed." Chen Mo wiped the tears from the corners of Nalan Yiren's eyes.

Nalan Yiren slightly raised her head, those eyes already red from crying, sparkling with tears, met Chen Mo's gaze.

Then, under Chen Mo's surprised gaze, Nalan Yiren proactively kissed his lips, then with slight force, pushed Chen Mo down to the ground, pressing on him, tearing at Chen Mo's robe.

As Chen Mo's robe was torn open, her kiss landed on Chen Mo's chest.

Awkward yet passionate.

Just as Nalan Yiren's delicate hand reached down Chen Mo's body, it was grabbed by him.

Nalan Yiren's reddened eyes showed a hint of confusion, and she said: "Haven't you always wanted me?"

Saying this, she tried to withdraw her hand, wanting to continue, but it remained motionless, Chen Mo's hand like pliers, unmoving.

Chen Mo placed his other hand on Nalan Yiren's shoulder, pushing her up slightly, and said, "Yiren, I know what you're thinking, but we're about to get married, there's no rush, I don't want you to regret it."

Chen Mo understood Nalan Yiren's thoughts, she wanted to get pregnant quickly, for Si Song to see a grandson before his final moment.

But now they've reached Poison King Valley, Chen Mo didn't want her to hurriedly hand it over, but wanted to give her an unforgettable memory.

"But..."

"Yiren, listen to me."

Seeing Nalan Yiren was about to speak again, Chen Mo released her hand, held her shoulders with both hands, and seriously spoke.

"Saintess, Young Master, you two... Oh..."

At this moment, a female disciple from Poison King Valley appeared behind the two, stunned by the scene, her face red.

In the female disciple's understanding, such matters are always led by men.

But now...

The Saintess is indeed the Saintess, truly impressive.

Yet, doing this in broad daylight outside, the Saintess is really...

Hearing another's voice, Nalan Yiren was also startled, quickly straightened up, masking her inner panic with a stern face, her expression slightly cold: "Who allowed you to come over?"

The female disciple immediately turned around.

Because Chen Mo's robe was torn open by Nalan Yiren, when she got up, Chen Mo's exposed chest was also caught by the female disciple's eyes, her heart pounding like a deer.

Exclaiming inwardly "The Saintess is really too eager."

"Saintess, I'm here to deliver... the wedding robe for Young Master, just instructed by the Great Elder." the female disciple said.

Only then did Nalan Yiren notice the tray in the female disciple's hands.

"Wedding robe?" Chen Mo was taken aback, instinctively said: "The wedding date is set?"

"Two days later, March 19th, the Third Elder calculated it as a rare auspicious day, suitable for marriage." the female disciple said.

"Two days later, seems Poison King Valley is also in a hurry." Chen Mo thought inwardly.

"Got it, put it down, you may leave." Nalan Yiren's voice was slightly cold.

The female disciple shivered slightly, said "Saintess, your wedding robe has already been delivered" and then placed the tray down, immediately scurrying away.

"Wait." Nalan Yiren suddenly called out to the female disciple.

"Saintess... Is there anything else?" The female disciple quickly stood still, slowly turned back, but dared not look in Chen Mo's direction.

"Earlier... what did you see?" Nalan Yiren asked.

"The disciple saw the Saintess and Young Master were..." The female disciple instinctively replied, then noticing the Saintess's face getting colder, quickly said: "The disciple saw nothing."

Nalan Yiren's cold expression slightly receded, and she said: "If I hear any rumors later, you understand?"

"Saintess, what are you talking about, the disciple doesn't understand."

"Alright, you can go."

The female disciple turned and hurried away, turned into a sprint after distancing a bit.

Who said the Saintess isn't as fierce as before?