Marry Me

Without waiting for Feng Tianlan's response, Feng Yuanxi offered his suggestion, "I think tomorrow would be excellent!"

If Beautiful Sister were to marry his Royal Father tomorrow, she would become his mother, and he could sleep with his mother every night!

Feng Tianlan was speechless.

His son's thoughts were truly naive.

Ignoring the multitude of preparations for marriage, even when focusing solely on his connection with Gu Qingluan, it seemed unlikely that she would agree to marry him.

Nonetheless, certainty eludes this matter.

There were countless women in the Holy Heaven Dynasty who wanted to marry him. Even if Gu Qingluan was a bit special, she probably wouldn't refuse.

Women of all ages, from as young as three to as old as eighty, would light up with smiles whenever they saw Feng Tianlan, clearly captivated by his presence.

To the extent that he developed a kind of blind confidence.