"Ningye, look around, what's missing here?"

"Sigh, what could we possibly lack? We've got everything we need. It's just a matter of what Xiyan thinks."

Watching the wedding ceremony, with palace maids and eunuchs busily working under the direction of the chief eunuch, the two elders were deeply moved.

"I originally thought that Zhao'er and Xi Yan would be the ones walking into the wedding tomorrow, but who would have thought that things would turn out like this."

Gu Ningye felt very sorry, because in her heart, Shen Zhao was the best candidate to be the emperor's son-in-law.

Yu Guopu thought the same way.

But fate is cruel, and no one could have imagined that on the day Yu Xiyan ascended the throne five years ago, Shen Zhao would actually pass away like this.

The exact reason behind this remains a mystery to both Yu Guopu and Gu Ningye.

However, the two elders both believed that it was not Shen Zhao's fault, but rather the result of their own spoiling of Yu Xiyan.

Perhaps this is fate.

"Do you think that if Zhao'er became my son-in-law, the Great Yin Dynasty would become stronger than ever before?"

Yu Guopu suddenly said something out of the blue.

How could you have such an idea?

Gu Ningye asked, puzzled.

"As parents, we don't ask them to make any contributions. We just hope to be together with them for a lifetime, to grow old peacefully and safely, and that would be enough for us."

Yu Guopu shook his head: "No, do you believe it, Ningye? I don't know why, but I always have this feeling that if Zhao'er were my son-in-law..."

Within a century, the Great Yin Empire will surely become the most powerful empire on the Nine Realms Continent.

And our daughter will become the ninth empress, destined for boundless glory.

Gu Ningye sighed softly: "You know Zhao'er's abilities. Back then, when the seven southern states suffered from floods, it was Zhao'er who single-handedly quelled them."

The rebellion of Huang Tianhu in the north and the invasion of the Northern Barbarians were both quelled by Zhao'er.

Especially in the northern border regions, I personally witnessed Zhao'er's abilities.

Putting everything else aside, his courage and strategic planning alone can be described as turning the tide.

"But our Xiyan was unlucky, and ultimately we missed our chance."

Whenever Shen Zhao is mentioned, Gu Ningye's heart always flutters inexplicably.

These past few days, when the poisoning became unbearable, she relied on masturbation to relieve the symptoms.

But for some reason, every time I masturbate, my mind uncontrollably thinks of Shen Zhao's figure, as if something has been awakened.

He fantasized about that burly physique pressing down on him and demanding everything from him.

Imagine the impact of that ultimate masculine energy.

Imagine the moment when your empty body and mind are filled.

It seems that only in this way can her emotional stress be completely released.

This feeling did not diminish as toxins were cleared from the body; on the contrary, it became even stronger.

Therefore, Gu Ningye felt deeply ashamed of her behavior.

Yu Guopu took a deep breath and said with a smile, "Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. Since it has already happened, what's the use of talking about it now? We should look forward."

"Yes, what's the use of saying all that? In the end, it's our royal family that owes Zhao'er."

The two elders sighed for a moment, then continued their stroll through the wedding venue.

Just then, three figures descended from mid-air into the wedding venue.

In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere, and the shockwave blew the red carpet and the newly prepared tables and chairs away.

Liang Hao and the other two exchanged glances, completely ignoring the dumbfounded Yu Guopu and Gu Ningye, and all turned their heads into the air.

"Damn it, is this never going to end?"

Seeing that Chu Guangyu was hot on his heels, Liang Hao simply stopped running.

"Since that's the case, let's just get rid of him."

Linghu Ming: "That's right, why run? It's just a mere Manifestation Saint. We've killed Quasi-Emperors before, why should we run?"

Fahai: "Amitabha, this humble monk wishes for harmony, but that benefactor simply does not want harmony. Since that is the case, today this humble monk will break the precept against killing."

Liang Hao decisively pulled out the Dragon Fang Pestle and shouted fiercely to the surroundings: "Hey, you all get out of here at once! Blood will soon flow like a river here. If you don't want to die, get out of here now!"

The next second, Chu Guangyu's unparalleled figure landed in front of the three of them.

"What, you're not running anymore? Are you planning to obediently accept your death?"

He glanced around the scene with disdain, his gaze finally settling on Gu Ningye, whereupon a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Meeting that murderous gaze, Gu Ningye's heart tightened instantly, and she quickly shrank to Yu Guopu's side.

"Don't be afraid, it's okay."

Yu Guopu put his arm around Gu Ningye and retreated to a safe place, whispering words of comfort to her.

"A beauty, I like her."

Chu Guangyu licked his dry lower lip, having made up his mind that after dealing with the three people in front of him, he would kidnap Gu Ningye and savor her properly.

"Hey--"

Liang Hao's loud shout interrupted Chu Guangyu's filthy thoughts.

"You wanted to kill us, huh? I'll give you a chance."

Chu Guangyu sneered: "You bunch of ants? Do you even know how powerful the Ten Heroes of the Holy Domain are?"

"Ten Demons? Never heard of them before, they can't be any important characters."

"Exactly, he must be a self-taught amateur who thinks he has some skills and has given himself some random title in an attempt to infiltrate the upper echelons of society."

“Amitabha, benefactor, your anger is too strong. I see that you have already fallen into the demonic path. Why don’t you come with me to listen to the Dharma, so that your anger can be resolved?”

The three old men started making up stories on their own, which instantly turned Chu Guangyu's face dark.

"Keep talking, it won't be long before you're all speechless."

After saying that, he flipped his hand, and the dark, charred stone flew rapidly toward the three of them, its target Liang Hao.

Bang!

The moment the Dragon Fang Pestle sent the black stone flying, Linghu Ming and Fahai immediately flanked from the left and right, one wielding a sword and the other striking with a palm, both channeling their full inner energy, ready to fight to the death.

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