When Fang Ruotang talked to her family about the cultivation world, she unknowingly revealed a lot of information. She didn't notice that after listening to her words, her family members felt much heavier.

In a place where strength reigns supreme, can the people of their world truly gain a foothold?

In particular, Prime Minister Fang went next door that very night to have a face-to-face talk with the Emperor.

The emperor shrugged.

"Look, even with this, you old fogies still dare to bother me with trivial matters. Alright, alright, I won't say anymore, you should leave now! I need to cultivate."

Prime Minister Fang: ...

Pooh!

With those two big lip prints on your neck, you must be blind to be looking at him!

The next day there was a small court assembly, but Fang Ruotang didn't get up and didn't go. She spent the next two days at home with her family before going out on the third day.

As soon as she stepped out of the Prime Minister's residence, the guards at the gate lifted her around the waist and placed her in a carriage, which then sped away from the residence.

Those who had been openly or secretly following Fang Ruotang and protecting her were now looking at each other in bewilderment.

To pursue or not to pursue?

After all, they didn't stop her earlier, otherwise Fang Ruotang wouldn't have been carried onto the carriage.

Inside the carriage, Fang Ruotang stared blankly at the young prince pressing down on her, completely bewildered. She asked dazedly, "What are you doing?"

The young prince's eyes were full of dark circles, and he looked somewhat tired, but more than that, he felt aggrieved. He said, "Fang Ruotang, you can't be biased. In what way am I inferior to Ye Wuxia?"

Fang Ruotang's pupils contracted slightly.

He nervously poked at the small mirror.

How did he know I was going to marry Ye Wuxia?

The young prince's expression twisted instantly, and he gritted his teeth as he questioned, "Tell me, what did you and that pretty boy Ye Wuxia do on your trip out?"

Fang Ruotang looked at the young prince, whose face, though somewhat haggard, still couldn't hide his striking good looks. And yet, he called Ye Wuxia a pretty boy.

You two are evenly matched.