The female cultivator was extremely embarrassed.

She felt extremely uncomfortable under the intense gazes of those around her.

“My son Wang Teng, at such a young age, is a force to be reckoned with in the Northern Plains. You think you can covet him? You're just asking for trouble.”

The Wang family patriarch was not polite at all. He immediately took out a bronze mirror and handed it to the female cultivator, saying, "This is for you. Please make sure you understand yourself clearly."

The female cultivator gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, extremely angry, and smashed the bronze mirror that the Wang family patriarch had handed her.

Bang!

The bronze mirror is broken.

"You dare throw the Wang family's bronze mirror!" The man behind the Wang family patriarch was displeased and said, "Apologize immediately, or else..."

"It's alright." The Wang family patriarch waved his hand and said, "It's a small matter. Today is my son's big day, and it's not appropriate to have any conflicts."

The female cultivator glared fiercely at the Wang family patriarch a few times, then swayed her hips and left.

The Wang family patriarch withdrew his gaze. This female cultivator was quite attractive, with a large bottom, making her fertile. Unfortunately, her lowly status made her unworthy of his Wang Teng.

"Good news? What is it?" someone asked. "Could it be that the Wang family is going to form a marriage alliance with the Ji family?"

"Exactly."

The Wang family patriarch smiled broadly and looked at the several elders of the Ji family, saying, "Today, I have come to the Ji family for this very reason. I have come to propose marriage for my son, Wang Teng."

His son, Wang Chong, was beaten up and is now partially disabled.

Now that Wang Teng is out, he must have already killed the target. Now, he feels that's not enough. He needs to let Wang Teng marry a beautiful wife to calm his nerves and bring him joy.

Perhaps this will help Wang Chong recover faster.

He specifically asked someone to calculate Wang Teng's birth date and time, and the fortune teller ultimately concluded that Wang Teng's best match was in the Ji family.

If one marries a woman from the Ji family, one will surely become an emperor.

That's what the fortune teller said.

So he came here without hesitation, intending to propose marriage to Ji Ziyue, the apple of the Ji family's eye.

If this matter succeeds, Wang Teng's cultivation path will be very smooth, and he will eventually step onto the supreme path and become a Great Emperor.

“This is a very important matter, and I must report it to the head of the family.”

The elders were secretly ashamed; it turned out that such a grand display was intended to marry the apple of the Ji family's eye.

Unsure of what to do, they decided to go inside and report.

“You should emphasize that my son Wang Teng has the potential to become an emperor. If he marries Ji Ziyue, then she will become the empress, and the Ji family and the Wang family will surely stand tall in the Eastern Wilderness.”

"Please wait a moment, we'll go in and report right away."

"Please hurry up."

Suddenly, a crisp, cold voice rang out: "No need to report anymore, there's no room for discussion on this matter."

The Wang family patriarch shouted, "Who do you think you are? Who are you?"

The girl, dressed in purple, appeared to be seventeen or eighteen years old. Her eyebrows were delicately arched, her eyes sparkling with intelligence, and her large, bright eyes revealed two small, gleaming canine teeth. She said:

"You unfilial son, I am your mother, how dare you speak to your mother like that?"