No matter how you look at it, these rough guys from the Northern Hu are not at a disadvantage, so why bother to be so aggressive?

The senior officials who usually had serious internal conflicts were united for the first time in a rare scene, and argued with the northern barbarians in a desperate manner.

"It's not like we don't marry princesses. We'll give you another princess."

Anyway, I won’t give you this.

The Beihu man's nostrils swelled like a cow sucking water, and he rolled up his sleeves and roared to argue with others.

"We don't want other princesses. We only like this one. We want this one. We don't want the others. You guys can keep them for yourself."

The two sides confronted each other, spitting into each other's faces, sparks and lightning crackling, and neither side was willing to give in and argued with each other.

Both sides think that the wife is right and the husband thinks that he is right, and everyone is right.

Beihu: I am warning you, you are so shameless, how can you go back on your word at the last minute? We won’t agree, we want this fairy princess to marry us Beihu, and we don’t want any other.

Dagan: You are such an unreasonable barbarian, you are so shameless. I have promised to give you the princess, but you insist on taking away our Dagan’s pearl!

In a word, no! Impossible! No way!

The hall, which was quiet a moment ago, suddenly turned into a bustling street with a hustle and bustle of people.

Her ears were filled with noisy and bustling sounds. Ten slender, white jade hands lifted the red veil, and the helpless princess opened her bright and intoxicating eyes and looked at the two groups of people.

She was watching with great interest. Two bodyguards stood on her left and right. Meng'er had been pushed to the back and stood there obediently, feeling at a loss, acting as a background board.