The cold and arrogant Tianjiao is really fragrant after being teased

Chapter 199 Confession

Upon hearing this, Emperor Zhao held his forehead with his hand and said helplessly, "Fifth Uncle, who do you think I am?"

The fifth elder was stunned. "Then the young master doesn't want to marry another woman. What is the young master talking about?"

Emperor Qian thought for a moment, then reached out and pulled Meng Chun to his side, saying to everyone, "Chun'er..."

"senior……"

Meng Chun interrupted her in a low voice, looking at Di Zha with a slightly red cheek and nervousness in his eyes.

Emperor Qian was worried that he didn't want them to know, so he chose to keep silent and instead comforted Meng Chun's clenched hands again and again.

"Don't be afraid. If you don't want to talk about it, I won't say it."

Her voice was gentle, and every word she said soothed Meng Chun's tense nerves.

Meng Chun held her hand, trembling slightly until he made up his mind, then turned around and knelt down to salute the elders in front of him.

"Chun'er!"

"Oh, no, no!" The Fifth Elder held the man back and stopped him from kneeling. He patted Meng Chun's shoulder and said, "Don't kneel before us. If there's anything, we can just talk it out."

Emperor Qian stood up and lovingly held the person in his arms. Just as he was about to speak softly to comfort her, he felt something empty in his arms.

Meng Chun looked at the elders and the Biluo Patriarch and said, "My body has been different from others since I was young. Although I am a man, I can reproduce just like a woman..."

"I know that in the world of immortal cultivation, it is quite unusual for a man to be able to bear children... But I am sincere to you, senior. If you elders feel..."

His eyes were wet and he gritted his teeth to hold back his tears and said these words, but he couldn't say the rest of the words no matter what.

Because to separate him from Emperor Xuan is like taking his life.

When the elders heard Meng Chun's words, they looked at each other in confusion.

Patriarch Biluo was the first to break the silence, saying with a smile, "Why not? Everything in the world has spirits, and there are many wonders. As long as you two treat each other sincerely, why bother with such mundane matters?"

Moreover, tens of thousands of years ago, a genius alchemist created an elixir that could also make men pregnant.

The other elders had heard about this a long time ago, and now when they heard about Meng Chun’s peculiarities, they simply echoed what Patriarch Biluo said.

The fifth elder even stepped forward and patted Diqian on the shoulder, "Young Master, in this case, you must treat her well."

Emperor Qian was overjoyed and held Meng Chun's hand tightly, "Thank you, Grandpa and all the uncles for your support."

Tears glistened in Meng Chun's eyes, filled with surprise and emotion.

At this moment, a golden light came from the horizon. The golden beam broke through the clouds and hit the temple door directly.

Patriarch Biluo was delighted and said slowly to the beam of golden light, "This is a sign of good fortune from heaven. This is great luck, great luck! Hahahahaha!"

When Patriarch Biluo laughed, the other elders also laughed.

They felt that it didn't matter what happened to Meng Chun, as long as their young master liked him, not to mention that Meng Chun had a likable personality.

Whether it was when we first met, when he was not at all nervous, or now when he is nervous because of his uniqueness.

They all made them feel pity and love for the younger generation.

Meng Chun leaned in Dizha's arms, and his favorability towards the elders instantly increased.

Emperor Qian looked at the happy crowd and said, "How about all the uncles and aunts help Chun'er and me pick a good day?"

When the elders heard Emperor Zhao's proposal, they all nodded in agreement.

The Seventh Elder stroked his beard, squinting his eyes as he calculated the date. "In my opinion, the fifteenth of next month will be an auspicious day for marriage."

The other elders echoed him.

Emperor Qian lowered his head to look at Meng Chun in his arms, his eyes as gentle as water, "Chun'er, how about the fifteenth of next month?"

Meng Chun's cheeks flushed and he nodded gently.