Chapter Eighteen: The Battleground of Heroes

Mu Cenlin's appearance caused a huge uproar in the hearts of countless people.

The guests in the hall held their breath, and countless gazes were fixed on that dark figure. This was the legendary living Yama who devoured flesh and drank blood.

But the person in front of me clearly has a stunningly beautiful appearance.

Mu Cen was extremely tall, his dark robes outlining his broad shoulders and narrow waist, his black hair tied high with a silver crown, and most striking of all were his eyes.

His eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, and the coldness in his eyes made him appear fierce.

The inch-long old scar under his right eye did not detract from his handsome appearance; instead, it added a touch of dangerous wildness.

When he swept his eyelashes across the crowd, most of the round fans in the hands of the noble ladies fell to the ground. What kind of evil ghost was this, with a blue face and fangs?

He is clearly a war god who fell from the ninth heaven!

But Li Bao'er immediately noticed the jade pendant he was playing with in his hand.

That was the jade pendant she had lost long ago in the mass grave!

Li Bao'er was overjoyed, not expecting that Mu Cenlin had actually found it for her, and subconsciously walked towards him.

But she was pulled by the force on her wrist and fell into Mu Yuan's arms.

She bumped into Mu Yuan's arms from behind, and the scent of ambergris mixed with his body heat enveloped her, making her feel nauseous and stiffen all over.

Mu Cenlin watched this scene with undisguised coldness in his eyes.

Those two shameless people!

Li Bao'er had clearly received the imperial decree, yet she still dared to flirt with her former lover in public.

Does she think she's dead?!

"Heh." A cold laugh, like an ice blade scraping against the eardrum.

Li Bao'er looked up and met Mu Cenlin's dark, inky eyes.

The surging ferocity in her eyes was about to devour her.

As Mu Cenlin drew closer, Li Bao'er sensed a powerful emotion.

He's angry!

It wasn't ordinary anger, but a kind of bloodthirsty, chilling murderous intent.

[The Great Demon King is angry!] 001 suddenly appears.

Without 001's prompting, Li Bao'er already clearly sensed it.

[Warning! Darkening value +5%!]

Damn it!

"Let go!" Li Bao'er reached out and tried to pry Mu Yuan's hand away.

But a pair of longer, stronger hands gripped his, and a cold, menacing voice rang out: "Mu Yuan, are you deaf? Let go."

"What is your status, Your Majesty, in getting involved in matters between me and Bao'er?"

Mu Yuan not only did not let go, but instead pulled Li Bao'er closer to his arms.

After saying that, he affectionately stroked her wrist with his fingertips, "After all, Bao'er and I..."

Before Mu Yuan could finish speaking, a muffled groan rang out as a fist pierced flesh.

Mu Cenlin punched Mu Yuan in the face!

Amid the gasps of the crowd, he put his arm around Li Bao'er's waist and pulled her into his embrace.

"I'll say it again, Li Bao'er is my queen, which means she's your sister-in-law. Third brother, please have some self-respect."

Only then did everyone suddenly remember what Prince Jing had said when he entered: "My queen."

The audience erupted in uproar. When did this happen?

Miss Li, who had been infatuated with the Third Prince for many years, actually became the Princess Consort of Jing.

Mu Yuan covered his rapidly swollen cheek, a terrifying ferocity surging in his eyes.

How dare a bastard child, despised by his father, lay a hand on him in public?!

To his surprise, Mu Cenlin actually said that Li Bao'er was his princess!

What exactly happened to Li Bao'er during the past few days she disappeared?!

Mu Yuan concealed his coldness and forced out his usual gentle smile: "Is there some misunderstanding, Your Majesty? Who in the capital doesn't know that Bao'er is in love with me?"

Watching Mu Yuan get beaten into a pig's head, he still had to hide his violence and maintain his gentle and kind persona.

She even so confidently declared that she still loved him, and Li Bao'er immediately bowed her head even lower.

At the moment Mu Yuan was being beaten, Li Bao'er, who had developed a sycophantic behavior over the years, actually wanted to go and protect him.

But thankfully, she held back.

Li Bao'er gently touched Mu Cenlin's chest with her fingertips, feeling the taut muscles beneath her palm. "Third Prince, I forgot to tell you, I will soon be marrying Prince Jing. The imperial decree was delivered to the Prime Minister's residence yesterday."

Li Bao'er curled her red lips into a mocking smile, "Do you want me to read it aloud in front of all the noble ladies in the capital?"

Mu Yuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

What imperial decree of marriage?!

Why didn't he receive any message?!

What exactly did that old fox Li Xiangyuan do?!

"Bao'er, why are you saying such hurtful things? Father Emperor wouldn't do that." Mu Yuan was incredulous, still thinking that Li Bao'er was angry with him.

"Third Prince, why are you so stubborn? It was Bao'er who bothered you for so long in the past, have you forgotten about it now?" Li Bao'er took the opportunity to grab someone's hand.

Mu Cen instinctively tried to shake off, but was held tightly.

The room erupted in uproar.

Mu Yuan's face turned completely gloomy.

He stared at Li Bao'er nestled in Mu Cenlin's arms, suddenly realizing that this puppet had long since slipped from his control. When did it begin? At the mass grave? Or even earlier?

"Your Majesty, you have some impressive skills." Mu Yuan wiped away the blood, his voice as gentle as a viper's hiss, "Even the worn-out shoes I used..."

"Bang!"

The second punch sent him sprawling onto the spice rack.

Mu Cenlin said quietly, "It seems that Third Brother doesn't want this mouth anymore?"

Looking at the disheveled Mu Yuan amidst the mess, Li Bao'er suddenly recalled the cold winter of last year.

Back then, she made plum blossom cakes for this person, and her ten fingers were frostbitten and ulcerated, all she got in return was a sentence: "Baby, your hands are so dirty."

Now, he is the one who is so dejected in public.

Suddenly, Li Bao'er called out sweetly, and just as Mu Cen turned around, she tiptoed and planted a kiss on his scar in full view of everyone.

"Your Highness! Let's go."

Mu Yuan spat out a mouthful of blood, whether from injury or anger, it was unclear.

Thump thump thump, Mu Cen's heart suddenly raced, and she instinctively clutched her chest.

Li Bao'er also glanced in surprise at the man beside her who seemed to have been acupunctured.

Such a strong reaction?

001 ate sunflower seeds while watching the show, occasionally making comments.

[Host, I've discovered that the Great Demon King might actually be an innocent, adorable puppy.]

[Just one kiss, and the "darkening value" dropped by 10, now back to 90% of its original value]

Li Bao'er also joined the telepathic chat: "Suddenly I feel like there's hope for the future."

Seeing the man's flushed face, Li Bao'er stopped talking and pulled Mu Cenlin outside.

Only after the two figures had completely disappeared did the crowd erupt in gasps of surprise.

What did I just see?

"His Highness Prince Jing is blushing!"

"The Third Prince has been dumped!"

"They look so good together!"

Mu Yuan stood up with the help of his guards, listening to the surrounding discussions, his clenched knuckles cracking.

He finally lost his composure and said fiercely, "Shut up, all of you! No one is allowed to leak what happened today, or they will be making an enemy of this prince!"

Everyone shrank back, falling silent in fear.

It's not that the Third Prince is always gentle and refined, but it doesn't seem to be the case.

As the farce came to an end, no one dared to mention that the Third Prince had been brutally beaten by Prince Jing.

However, the marriage between the Prime Minister's eldest daughter and Prince Jing became the talk of the town in no time.