Chapter 92
“I’m not!”
“I haven’t!”
“Don’t spout nonsense!”
“I’m just studying at the Spirit Sword Sect—how could I ever think of betraying my motherland!”
The Eighth Prince repeatedly denied.
“If you’re not such a person, then why are you helping the Spirit Sword Sect oppress the people of Great Xia?”
Xiao Minghuang’s tone was laced with mockery.
“I…”
Hearing this, the Eighth Prince was like a mute tasting bitter herbs—unable to voice his suffering.
At this moment, everyone present saw the Eighth Prince’s true colors.
“So the Eighth Prince has already sided with the Spirit Sword Sect. No wonder he’s been speaking so much in favor of outsiders.”
“A prince of the realm, yet he betrays his own people. What a hypocrite, so different in appearance and reality!”
At this moment, everyone looked at the Eighth Prince with eyes filled with disdain, contempt, and anger.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, the Eighth Prince felt utterly at a loss.
Feng Yi also frowned deeply, feeling that this Eighth Prince was completely unreliable. Taking advantage of the moment when the Eighth Prince was drawing everyone’s attention, Feng Yi stealthily slipped away.
When the Eighth Prince turned around and saw Feng Yi’s figure disappear, he panicked.
His eyes darted around and finally landed on Lin Wanqiu.
He had heard from the Emperor of Xia that Xiao Minghuang and Lin Wanqiu were once betrothed, and the Emperor had intended to arrange their marriage, but Xiao Minghuang had refused.
Yet, at this moment, Lin Wanqiu still remained by Xiao Minghuang’s side. There must be some underlying tension between them.
In his panic, the Eighth Prince pointed at Lin Wanqiu and shouted:
“Miss Lin, I know you were once betrothed to Ninth Sister, and the Emperor had even decreed your marriage. But did you know?”
“Ninth Sister personally refused the marriage decree. She doesn’t like you at all, yet she insists on keeping you by her side. Staying with her will bring you no good outcome!”
As soon as these words were spoken.
Everyone present was shocked.
They had never known that Princess Ziwei and the young lady of Beiyang City were once betrothed.
And it seemed that Princess Ziwei had rejected the marriage?
If the Eighth Prince’s words were true, then Princess Ziwei’s attitude was indeed very intriguing.
Sensing the change in atmosphere, Lin Wanqiu’s expression also darkened. Although she had spent so much time with Her Highness, she had never known what Her Highness truly felt about her.
Xiao Minghuang’s face turned cold. She had not been bothered by the previous remarks, but when the Eighth Prince mentioned Lin Wanqiu, she could no longer remain calm.
Xiao Minghuang took a step forward and instantly appeared before the Eighth Prince. Her palm glowed with golden light, like a shining star, and she grabbed the Eighth Prince by the throat, lifting him off the ground.
Her speed was so fast that no one could see it clearly.
“Eighth Prince, if you dare to utter one more word, don’t blame me for killing you!”
Her voice was icy, like a sharp dagger piercing through the Eighth Prince’s chest.
The Eighth Prince was terrified out of his wits.
The force from Xiao Minghuang’s hand made it hard for him to breathe. He felt a suffocating sensation, as if his life was about to be taken.
He felt as if he was about to die. Suddenly, he realized that the person he had truly offended was not Xiao Minghuang, but Lin Wanqiu.
He quickly begged for mercy:
“Ninth Sister, I was wrong. I take back what I just said!”
“I apologize to you, I apologize to Miss Lin. Please let me go, I beg you, Ninth Sister, I beg you!”
After saying this, he slapped Xiao Minghuang’s arm around his neck, hoping she would release him.
Xiao Minghuang looked at him and snorted coldly, tightening her grip even more. The Eighth Prince was nearly choked to death.
She slowly released the Eighth Prince’s neck, and he collapsed to the ground, coughing violently.
He gasped for breath, his body limp as if he had just escaped death.
Xiao Minghuang paid no attention to the Eighth Prince, who now looked like a dead dog. She glanced around at the crowd and then slowly walked towards Lin Wanqiu. Under the gaze of Lin Wanqiu’s beautiful eyes, she took Lin Wanqiu’s hand.
Their fingers intertwined.
She raised their clasped hands high and looked at the crowd, declaring loudly:
“Today, I hereby declare that Lin Wanqiu is my future wife, Xiao Minghuang. Anyone who dares to covet her shall face death without mercy!”
Her voice was loud and resolute.
Upon hearing Xiao Minghuang’s words, the crowd erupted in excitement.
“Princess Ziwei is going to marry the young lady of Beiyang City. Spread the word quickly!”
However, there were also those who held different opinions.
“How can two people of the same gender get married…”
Someone sneered:
“Among martial artists, same-sex marriages are quite common. Ignorant commoners, your words are not worth refuting!”
Xiao Minghuang paid no attention to the crowd’s reactions. She turned to look at Lin Wanqiu, whose delicate face was slightly flushed, and said tenderly:
“Wanqiu, will you be my wife?”
Lin Wanqiu looked at Xiao Minghuang, seeing the sincere smile on her face, and was momentarily stunned.
In the past, although Xiao Minghuang had always been gentle, she knew that it wasn’t the kind of tenderness shared between lovers.
But at this moment, it had changed.
She didn’t even know when it had started to change.
Was it when they left Beiyang City?
Or was it during the first time they secluded themselves?
She didn’t know.
Perhaps, this was what it meant to fall deeply in love without realizing it.
“I… I am willing!”
Lin Wanqiu’s face was filled with a smile.
She felt her eyes sting, as if something wet was about to flow down.
Xiao Minghuang raised her hand and gently wiped Lin Wanqiu’s eyes, saying softly:
“If you cry and ruin your face, you won’t look so pretty anymore!”
In an instant, Lin Wanqiu’s tears turned into laughter. She wiped away her tears, and a radiant smile appeared on her face, as bright as a lily.
“Your Highness!”
Lin Wanqiu cooed.
Her heart was filled with sweetness.
Seeing her like this, a faint smile appeared on Xiao Minghuang’s lips.
The crowd was shocked by this scene.
When they looked at the Eighth Prince again, they felt even more that he was a shameless troublemaker.
“Princess Ziwei and the young lady of Beiyang City have such a good relationship. Who are you, an ugly fool, to meddle in their affairs?”
“Princess Ziwei and Miss Lin are a perfect match, made in heaven!”
“I think the Eighth Prince is just jealous of their natural pairing!”
“The Eighth Prince is probably a toad lusting after swan meat!”
“Haha…”
The crowd burst into laughter, and the room was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
The Eighth Prince’s face was extremely grim, but he dared not show it.
Lin Wanqiu looked at the people around her and smiled faintly.
“After all, the Eighth Prince is Her Highness’s elder brother. Please be merciful with your words.”
Hearing this, the crowd gradually quieted down, though some still whispered among themselves.
“Look at Miss Lin’s level of thought. The Eighth Prince couldn’t catch up even if he cultivated for eight lifetimes.”
“Miss Lin is magnanimous. She doesn’t stoop to their level or bother with such people.”
“How can people like this exist in the world? They truly disgrace the face of us men!”
Translator: Glariosa
Editor: Ruu
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