1172 Wedding Chaos (1/2)

Di Fuyi gazed at Gu Xijiu with a depressed and disappointed expression. He had been trying very hard last night to enter her dream, but his efforts were to no avail. At first, he was confident that he could have helped her to regain all of her memories. However, his efforts were all in vain.

Gu Xijiu glimpsed at him as she pursed her lips but did not speak.

Mo Zhao held her hand and stepped closer to Di Fuyi. ”Xijiu, do you have anything to say to him?”

Gu Xijiu sounded upset. ”What's there for me to tell him? Is he your prisoner or your guest?”

”He's a prisoner but also a guest today.” Mo Zhao smiled.

Gu Xijiu pursed her lips again as she looked at Mo Zhao. ”My dearest Zhao, I've heard that since you're The Great Lord and your identity is so prestigious that there would be countless guests attending the wedding ceremony cheerfully. Why are there so few people attending our wedding?”

Even though her question sounded naive, it was also a rather good question as Mo Zhao needed to pause for a second before answering her. ”How could I allow just anyone to attend my wedding ceremony? Only the most prestigious people are invited…”

He had been worried all day that foreign spies would infiltrate the underground palace to the extent that he investigated everyone who had showed up these couple of days. Why the h*ck would anyone want to go through all those troubles to get people to attend their wedding?

Even some of his subordinates had not bothered to attend, let alone the foreign guests. Long Fan stood aside silently though he must have been cursing in his heart at that moment!

Gu Xijiu seemed disappointed as her gaze returned to Di Fuyi. ”So, he's the only qualified guest?”

Mo Zhao had an abnormal expression. ”You're right, Xijiu. He's the mighty Celestial Master Zuo who is capable of doing whatever he wants in this continent. It's our honor to have him as our marriage witness as this one person is better than a hundred others.”

Gu Xijiu pursed her lips again and looked at Di Fuyi from head to toes and back to his head again. ”I see. My dearest Zhao, are you afraid of him?”