"It doesn't matter if you disagree. It only concerns the diplomatic relations between our two countries. If you directly reject our marriage alliance, I wonder if Prince Ning will feel that you have embarrassed him and be unhappy!"
As Wei Ran spoke, she circled around Lu Zhaolin and said, "If a war between the two countries is provoked, who do you think Emperor Yuanwu will vent his anger on first?"
Lu Zhaolin's gaze deepened even further.
“I remember when Consort Shu was still Consort Shu, she knelt for a day and a night while pregnant with the Seventh Princess in order to plead for you. She almost miscarried. Emperor Yuanwu finally relented because of the child in her womb.”
Wei Ran chuckled as she spoke, "As the older brother, not only can you not share your sister's burdens, but you also make your sister, who is trapped in the deep palace and has no control over her own life, worry about you every day. Can you really live with yourself like that?"
Lu Zhaolin didn't speak, but his chest heaved even more.
"But this time, it seems that Consort Shu's belly is empty. Who will save her then?"
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaolin suddenly turned around, grabbed her neck, and said, "I'm warning you, if you dare to touch my sister, I promise I'll repay that lady in the palace tenfold. I've long since become indifferent to life and death, and I will never forgive you. Do you think someone who has died once is afraid?"
Wei Ran was being choked and couldn't breathe. As Lu Zhaolin tightened his grip, her cheeks gradually turned from red to purple.
"I heard that the lady in the palace caught a cold a few days ago and only got up yesterday at noon. I wonder if she is feeling better today." Lu Zhaolin's fingers gradually loosened, and his eyes revealed an indescribable darkness.
"Despicable! Why did you have someone monitor every move in the palace?" Wei Ran coughed violently several times.
"I want to see him alive or dead. He tried to kill me and almost took my whole family's lives. Even if he's dead, I want him to die a complete and utter death."
Lu Zhaolin took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wei Ran, and said with a hint of warning, "Lu Zhaolin died a year ago. If you dare to touch anyone around me, I guarantee you and your mother will suffer a fate worse than death."
After saying that...
Lu Zhaolin walked towards the main hall without looking back.
Wei Ran stared at his departing figure, her eyes filled with tears, and it took her a while to recover.
When she returned to the main hall.
The banquet hall remained a scene of singing and dancing.
Wei Ran had just settled into her seat.
Wei Ziyi turned his head to the side.
A deep smile curved his lips, but his words were devoid of any warmth: "How did your conversation with him go?"
Wei Ran's body trembled: "He... seems unwilling."
"Unwilling?" Wei Ziyi chuckled slyly. "I've spent so much effort on you, and you're telling me he's unwilling?"
Wei Ran's shoulders trembled involuntarily.
"I don't care what method you use, get him." Wei Ziyi said to her with a hint of threat.
“Your Highness, no…” Wei Ran said with lingering fear, “You may not understand him. He is by no means someone who can be manipulated by others, and besides, he is no longer the penniless boy he once was.”
“That’s your problem,” Wei Ziyi said sullenly. “I think you should know very well what the consequences will be if he insists on breaking off this engagement.”
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