The grand ceremony began soon, and as a prince, he naturally could not be absent.

But she hasn't seen her cannon fodder boss for a long time.

Dou Shiliu played with her wine glass listlessly, her eyes glazed over. Today, she wore glamorous makeup, making her face even more alluring than usual.

"Mother Empress, will you propose marriage to Her Majesty the Empress?"

The one who exited was none other than the young prince from back then.

"Yes, our two countries were allies long before the Empress unified the country. I married my favorite little prince to her, which is a good match."

The young prince glanced at the dazzling woman on the throne, and his hands involuntarily became sweaty. Could he... really possess such a wonderful prince?

At the height of the revelry, the king of the neighboring country suddenly rose to his feet.

The Empress's brow twitched; why did she feel a chill run down her spine?

The king of the neighboring country bowed in the center, looked up and smiled, saying, "For today's grand ceremony, I have something I need Your Majesty to decide."

The Empress's heart skipped a beat. She put down the fruit wine in her hand and asked uncertainly, "Is it a proposal for a marriage alliance?"

She has a eldest princess, a second prince, and a third princess under her, all of whom are already quite old.

"I wonder which of my subjects the ruler of this neighboring country wishes to marry?"

Upon hearing this, the king of the neighboring country shook his head slightly.

"Your Majesty, I wish for His Highness the Prince to take my son as his rightful consort."

Her words caused an uproar.

The young prince fidgeted in his seat, his eyes gazing hopefully at that beautiful figure.

The officials looked at each other, shaking their heads and whispering amongst themselves.

Her gaze involuntarily drifted toward the prince, where the woman leisurely sipped her fruit wine.

"how?"

Dou Shiliu glanced at the entire room with a puzzled look, seemingly unaware of the extremely tense atmosphere.

If Her Majesty the Empress coughed, her elder sister probably wouldn't know what had happened.

"Elder sister, the king of this neighboring country says he wants to form a marriage alliance with us," the Empress said, her voice choked with emotion, "He wants you to marry the young prince as your consort."

"Oh, I refuse."

Dou Shiliu indifferently put down his wine glass and casually looked around the room.

"I already have a worthy husband."

Upon hearing this, the king of the neighboring country's face fell, and he immediately looked at the Empress: "Your Majesty, has this prince married a legitimate wife?"

Her Majesty the Empress said she didn't know either, but could she really say she didn't know? Could she slap her sister in the face?

"Ahem, I guess my elder sister hasn't had a chance to announce it to the world yet..."

The king had no choice but to believe this reason, and in the end, he angrily turned away and left his seat.

The young prince's eyes also dimmed a little, but he didn't say a word.

This grand ceremony was a bit discordant, but the Empress wouldn't care, and Dou Shiliu would care even less.

After all, might makes right.

Dou Shiliu sat casually, her hair exuding a unique sexiness, a drop of wine dripping from her white fingertips.

Sigh, when will this feast finally end...?

…

Wen Su glanced at the sea of ​​people below, all discussing the grand ceremony and how majestic His Highness the Prince was.

"I heard that His Highness the Prince has found a husband?"

When did you hear about it?

"That's what my sisters who work in the palace said, and that His Highness the Prince said it in front of all the civil and military officials and the monarch of the neighboring country."

Is that really true?

"Yes, the king of the neighboring country wanted to marry his precious little prince to the prince, but she flatly refused."

Upon hearing this, Wen Su pursed her lips slightly, feeling a little stifled.

When did she find a proper husband?

His hand gripping the frame tightened, causing a slight pain, but he didn't care. He turned and left, wanting to go back to his room for some peace and quiet.

A drunken guest walked over as he went upstairs.

"Old lady, call up your best junior official!"

The young lord, his steps unsteady and his eyes glazed with intoxication, stared blankly at the man in flowing white robes who seemed to float like an immortal.

The madam was helping the young master into the house when she suddenly struggled free.

"Oh...where did this...little beauty come from..."

The young marquis directly blocked Wen Su's path.

The strong smell of alcohol hit him, causing Wen Su to involuntarily take a step back and frown.

"Miss, please move aside."

The madam, sensing something was amiss, quickly stepped forward and said with a smile, "Young Master, Xiaoyu is waiting for you in his room. Let's go..."

This Wen Su is one of His Highness the Prince's people!

Unexpectedly, the young nobleman, who was so drunk he couldn't tell which way was which, kicked the madam who was holding him to the ground.

"oops…"

The madam screamed in despair, "What terrible things have I done today...?"

The pain is so bad I can't even open my eyes...

"Get lost! I've got plenty of money, do you think I can't afford it? I can sleep with whomever I want tonight!"

He grabbed Wen Su's fair and jade-like wrist with a sudden, powerful grip.

Wen Su felt a pang of panic; this young marquis was also a woman skilled in martial arts.

He couldn't break free at all.

The young lord pulled him directly into the room and tore his white robe.

The madam shakily got up and knocked on the tightly closed door.

"Young Master... His Highness the Prince's people are inside, you can't do it!"

"Someone come here! Quickly tear this door down for me! You must drag Wen Su out here intact!"

The madam shouted loudly, and the men began to bang on the door desperately.

What are you doing?

When Dou Shiliu arrived and saw so many people banging on the door, he felt something was wrong.

"Host, the cannon fodder is being sexually assaulted inside!"

Dou Shiliu's eyes turned cold, and he said, "Get out of here."

The men immediately scattered, and Dou Shiliu kicked the door open.

Clang!

The young marquis pinned Wen Su down, rendering him unable to move, and slapped him when he tried to move too hard.

Dou Shiliu's eyes narrowed, and he slapped the young master twice, knocking him to the ground with such force that it startled the madam and the waiter.

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