"Brother, what do you think Yifei means by this?"
"What could it mean? He just wanted to tell more people that Yan'er is his fiancé."
"What? How can Yifei be so stubborn? Didn't Yan'er say she didn't want to marry him?"
"Don't you understand? Yifei's purpose in doing this is already very obvious." Nangong Ruichen squinted at Dongfang Yifei's back. He would not allow his sister to be harmed.
"May I ask, young master, who is your fiancée...?" Gao Lang had a vague idea of what was going on, but without the Demon Lord's orders, he could not make any decisions.
Dongfang Yifei smiled and slowly walked towards Nangong Ziyan.
"Yan'er, do you like this gift?"
Dongfang Yifei smiled brightly, mustered his courage, and met Bei Minghaotian's angry gaze. Instantly, sparks flew between the two men's eyes—one cold, one angry, one smug, one murderous…
At this moment, everyone understood who Dongfang Yifei's fiancée was, and they all looked at the three of them with great interest.
However, those who had heard the legend of Nangong Ziyan already revealed greedy eyes; in their eyes, Nangong Ziyan was like a piece of shining gold.
Especially Baili Yuechan, who sneered at Dongfang Yifei. Dongfang Yifei wanted to let the world know that Nangong Ziyan was his fiancée in this way. In this way, the appearance of the Demon Lord was equivalent to stealing Dongfang Yifei's fiancée. Between men and between the continents, the Demon Lord's actions were remarkable.
"Yifei, what are you doing? Ziyan has already explained everything to you clearly." Nangong Ziyan looked at Dongfang Yifei with a serious expression, her heart burning with anger. Did he really have to let things escalate to an uncontrollable point?
"Yan'er, stop fooling around. Come back to the South China Sea Glazed Palace with me. My parents will be there soon to discuss our marriage with Uncle Nangong." Dongfang Yifei disregarded Nangong Ziyan's feelings. He wanted Nangong Ziyan to marry him, not just because of the legend, but because his understanding of Nangong Ziyan over this period of time was more suitable for him than any other woman he had ever met.
"Yifei, listen carefully. I, Nangong Ziyan, will say it again: in this life, I, Nangong Ziyan, will only marry Beiming Haotian, and only him." Nangong Ziyan grabbed Beiming Haotian's hand and looked at him firmly. Her heart was already tied to him. No matter what difficulties they might face in the future, she would not give up on him.
Bei Ming Haotian glanced at Dongfang Yifei with a calm expression.
"Did you hear that? Yan'er is my woman." The words were light, cold, and ethereal, yet they were full of domineering power, leaving no room for disregard and asserting the ruler's control.
Instantly, Dongfang Yifei's face darkened.
"Demon Lord, Yan'er is still young and doesn't understand things yet. Please, Demon Lord, show mercy and don't break up this loving couple." Dongfang Yifei's meaning was clear: it was the Demon Lord who separated him and Nangong Ziyan.
Bei Ming Haotian's eyes narrowed as he glared at Dongfang Yifei.
"Yifei, what are you saying? You're not allowed to talk about Haotian like that."
"Yan'er, do you really have to make this young master lose face like this?" Dongfang Yifei's smile was starting to falter.
Baili Yuechan frowned upon seeing this; Dongfang Yifei was far too impatient.
Baili Jun'ao didn't care at all. Dongfang Yifei was already out of the game, and what about him? ... Baili Jun'ao fell into deep thought...
"Yifei, face is something people give you, but this time you brought it on yourself. I made myself very clear last time, but you wouldn't listen and came here to embarrass yourself. Who can you blame for that?" Nangong Ziyan knew Dongfang Yifei's personality. He was just that impatient and only felt happy when everyone revolved around him.
"Yan'er, do you know who the Demon Lord is? Do you understand him? Are a few days not as valuable as our sixteen years of friendship?" Dongfang Yifei angrily questioned Nangong Ziyan.
"Do you intend to continue on your own? You can do as you please, but don't forget that you have the South Sea Glazed Palace behind you." Dongfang Yifei solemnly reminded Nangong Ziyan, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. Her actions of destroying and rebuilding involved matters between the three continents. Moreover, the Demon Lord's reputation was infamous, and the birth of demons was common knowledge. Did Yan'er know all this and still want to be with the Demon Lord?
"It's precisely because I understand him that I fell in love with him without hesitation, and that's why I said I wanted to marry him in front of so many people. Speaking of affection, the affection between him and me is no less than yours. He is the man I've been longing for." Nangong Ziyan bravely and loudly spoke her heart in front of so many people, then turned around and looked at Beiming Haotian with her eyes full of tears. She was the one who fell in love with him first, so she would bravely bear all the consequences.
No matter the circumstances, she had long ago learned to have confidence, hope, courage, and patience; there is nothing that cannot be done if one is determined to do it.
Bei Ming Haotian suddenly stood up from his chair, looking at Nangong Ziyan with excitement.
“Yan’er…?” Bei Ming Haotian called out affectionately. It turned out that she had recognized him long ago; she had long recognized him as the Tian’er she was looking for.
"Miss Nangong is truly courageous. To speak her mind in front of so many people is something I admire."
Baili Yuechan couldn't stand it anymore. To put it bluntly, Nangong Ziyan was a vulgar person in her eyes, and what made her even more jealous was Beiming Haotian's tender eyes, which only saw her.
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