"Tell me if you want to go. If you don't want to, I will risk my life to keep you here."

Amid the commotion, one of the bride's hands was grabbed by someone, and the bride, who looked up in a daze, had her veil draped over her hair.

When the beautiful face came into his sight, the prince's throat tightened and his eyes were shocked.

From a distance, she looked like a painting, but up close, her gorgeous eyes and eyebrows showed a hint of fear, and the prince's anxious heart softened.

He calmed down and grasped her soft hand. The touch was so silky smooth that the man didn't want to let go. He lowered his head and, for the first time in his life, looked at his beauty with a confused look in his eyes.

"Stay in Dagan, I'll give you everything. Will you please promise to stay?"

Yu'er was also reluctant to leave her hometown. A struggle flashed across her snow-white face. She bit her lips lightly with her pearly teeth, suppressing a small red mark.

The prince was eagerly waiting and jumping for joy.

"I…"

At this critical moment, Huyan Lie intervened.

The rude man ignored the distinction between men and women. He stretched out his long arms and picked up the beautiful bride who was facing away from him with his big hands.

The northern barbarians have always been domineering, and Hu Yanlie, who is of royal blood, is even more so.

He couldn't bear to watch the prince of Dagan seduce the bride who belonged to their Beihu with just a few words.

The young man put his long arms around the bride's slender waist and picked up the beautiful bride by the waist.

The bride, who was suddenly suspended in the air, opened her red lips in surprise, and her snow-like soft hands hooked around Huyan Lie's strong neck in panic, holding him tightly.

The frightened and helpless bride then opened her blank eyes and looked around. The noisy hall had become silent without her knowing.

The silent crowd stared at the combination of the beast and the beauty in the center of the hall.

Compared to the beautiful and delicate bride who was dressed up like she was raped, the tall man with the strength of a beast was dressed very sloppily.

He wore a felt hat, a cross-collared, left-fronted plaid brocade robe, pure black trousers with tightened cuffs, a black belt with a gold medal around his waist, and a long sword on his right side.

The barbarians in the north are very fierce and can’t be compared with strong men, let alone pretty girls.

The delicate and beautiful princess waiting to be married helplessly embraced someone with her slender white wrists, her jade-like wrists as white as frost and snow.

The rude man's neck is fierce, rough, and reckless, forming a sharp contrast with the exquisite white, which is incompatible and yet natural.

The northern barbarians roared in response and gave thumbs up in applause.

"My king is mighty and majestic."

Compared with the continuous applause from Beihu, Dagan was slapped in the face when he stepped on his own territory.

From the emperor, empress, and prince to officials and eunuchs, no one had a good face.

They all frowned and looked at the beast who was holding on to the beautiful bride and refused to let go.

He sighed and scolded, showing no knowledge of etiquette. He was frivolous towards the beauty. It was really rude.

"Your Majesty, the Emperor of Dagan, if I remember correctly, it was you who first proposed the marriage between the two countries."

Hu Yanlie, who is holding a beauty in his arms and is willing to slowly settle the accounts.

"I, Beihu, believe I have behaved with due courtesy and have done nothing wrong. Does Dagan intend to openly go back on his word? This could spark a dispute between our two countries, which is no joke."

The emperor sitting high on the dragon throne was obviously furious. He stared at the beauty in Huyan Lie's arms.

His eyes struggled for a moment, then he looked up and looked at the aggressive Northern Hu Riju King Hu Yanlie.

He breathed in and out of his nose unsteadily, exhaled deeply twice, and then the man closed his eyes and waved his hand, suppressing the pain of parting with his beloved.

This means that they agree to let the wedding party take the person away.

In a short while, all the hula-la of the northern hu disappeared.

The emperor, who had relieved his strength and was sitting on the dragon throne, finally opened his eyes. The man who had been in so much pain just now suddenly had red eyes.

The prince's eyes were also red with grievance, and of course everyone in the hall was like a defeated chicken.

He stared blankly outside the hall, feeling heartbroken and unable to extricate himself.

The queen was also in a bad mood. She had missed the priceless pearl and felt dazed and disappointed. The queen did not say much as she had no strength left.

He returned to the harem in a daze, took out the dusty scroll that was lying on a corner of the table, and slowly unfolded it.

The palace maids who were serving her saw that the queen was staring at him in a daze for a long time and did not come back to her senses.

"Come, pass on this decree that the court painter Wu Maomao, who has deceived the emperor and shown no appreciation for his kindness, be thrown into prison immediately and await his fate."

When the guards who were ordered to arrest Wu Maomao broke into his house, the man was at home feeling proud of himself.

Sipping a glass of wine and holding a gentle and considerate concubine, life is so beautiful.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do? Let me go. Let me go now."

Wu Maomao, who was tied up and taken to the prison, had no idea that what was waiting for him would be the wrath of the three giants of the palace.

"Bold, really bold."

The emperor was in his bedroom. The furious Emperor Yuande had lost his previous calmness.

His eyes were red as he stared at the scroll sent by the queen on the table. The beauty in the scroll had a beautiful face and a graceful expression. She was indeed a beautiful lady.

But compared with the beauty in real life who is so stunning at first sight, there is a world of difference between them.

An ordinary beauty and a bright moon in the sky, the difference between the painting and the real person is more than a thousand miles.

The furious emperor was furious with the sinner who made him miss the opportunity to have the beauty. He immediately flicked his sleeves and gave a cold order.

"Search all your property and exile three thousand miles away."

In the residence of the Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, a handsome and noble man locked himself in the study and refused to come out.

With his cheeks flushed, he slumped drunkenly on the edge of the couch, wine dripping down his mouth. He lowered his raised hand and used his wide sleeves to touch the corner of his mouth where the transparent wine was dripping.

Who could have imagined that the prince, who was second only to the emperor and the heir to the future throne, would be so destitute at this moment that he was drinking to drown his sorrows.

His clothes were disheveled, his jade belt was not tied around his waist, his long gown was loose and open, and the glistening wine stained his strong chest.

His chest was white. He had been drinking and the alcohol had taken effect, and his whole body was covered with a layer of pink, with a hint of pink in the white.

The corners of his upturned eyes were tinged with pink. He gulped down a pot of wine and stood up staggeringly.

The prince, reeking of alcohol and with unsteady steps, slowly climbed up from the couch with his hands, and staggered to the table.

He stumbled all the way, and even a few easy steps seemed extremely difficult for him to walk.

Finally, the man relaxed one hand, and the wine cup in his hand fell to the ground, breaking into several pieces.

He ignored it and picked up the painting on the table with his free hands tremblingly.

It was a painting of a beauty, created by the prince with splashed ink after he returned.

The beauty in the painting is like a jade-like person, with distant green mountains, eyes full of autumn water, a delicate nose and red lips, and a clear mind and beautiful figure, not like an ordinary person.

"If, if I had met you earlier, it would have been so great. How could I bear to let you marry far away?"

"Hahahaha, since ancient times, love has only brought regrets, and this regret will never end."

"I hate it. I hate that we are not destined to be together. I hate that we met but cannot be together. I hate that I am powerless to keep you. I hate it so much."

The man collapsed on the ground, not crying, but the emptiness and frustration on his face made people feel more painful than crying.