A mere member of the imperial family with no merit dares to dream of marrying into his general's family—it's utterly absurd! Even if the Empress were to bestow Yanran upon him, he could easily refuse. After all, the Emperor values ​​him, and the northern frontier awaits his command to quell the rebellion; how could the Empress dare punish him?

Without any reservations, he smiled at Chen Yu and gently comforted her, "Little Yu, don't worry. If the Empress really bestows a marriage upon us, Brother Bai will definitely refuse. Brother Bai will send someone to deliver the betrothal gifts and finalize our marriage."

Before Bai Yehua could finish speaking, Madam Mu, beaming with joy, quickly chimed in, "Good, good, good! Let's arrange the marriage before Yehua goes off to war, and you can get married when he returns."

"Ye Hua will certainly live up to expectations, defeat the Jin and Liao before the Spring Festival, and return to marry Xiao Yu."

Seeing Bai Yehua's arrogance and self-righteousness, Shen Yu couldn't help but feel a sense of despair...

In the current imperial court, the emperor has already established a crown prince, and all those who follow the crown prince claim to be righteous.

People like Liu Yu, who secretly follow Prince Yan and oppose the Crown Prince, are major villains with ulterior motives.

Besides, Liu Yu, powerless and self-deprecating, is worlds apart from Bai Yehua, a meritorious official with high rank and generous salary.

It's no wonder Madam Mu looks down on Liu Yu. If Madam Mu wants to hate Bai Yehua, she can only expose Bai Yehua's atrocities.

She lifted Madam Mu's hand, and while she was pulling her arm away, she tucked one end of the shawl under Madam Mu's arm, then stood up.

"Mother, Yu'er suddenly feels dizzy and has a headache, and wants to go back to her room to rest."

After saying that, she turned and left, the shawl slipping from her neck and falling to the ground.

She hurriedly bent down to pick it up, intentionally turning her body to the side so that her neck was facing Madam Mu.

【Fish, what happened? Why are there marks on your neck? No wonder you've been wearing a shawl all the time.】

With a "thud," Old Mu threw down his book and rushed over, staring intently at Chen Yu's neck.

These aren't ligature marks, they're from being strangled! Who dared to touch my daughter? Fish, tell your father quickly...