The host was very satisfied with her future husband. As soon as the Ninth Prince's wedding procession arrived at the foot of Vulture Mountain, the host couldn't wait to run down the mountain to meet him. Only after descending the mountain did the host learn that the Ninth Prince had not only injured his leg in a recent battle with an enemy country, but had also been disfigured, and might have to spend the rest of his life in a sedan chair.
The Ninth Prince, using his disability as an excuse, asked the host to return to the mountain to discuss the annulment of the engagement with his father and brothers. The host refused and insisted on stripping the Ninth Prince's clothes on the spot to examine his body, saying that as long as the Ninth Prince was still a man, she would marry him.
The host then publicly announced that the Ninth Prince would not be allowed to take concubines, and that she would be the only mistress of the mansion. However, the Ninth Prince told the host that he already had two concubines and four maids in his mansion, all of whom were bestowed by the Emperor or sent by the surrendered kingdom, and could neither be given away nor driven away.
Upon hearing this, the host was furious. She immediately drew her sword and declared that the first thing she would do upon arriving in the capital was to kill her love rival. On the way back to the village, the host tripped and fell, and that's how her soul transmigrated into this world.
The mighty God of War of the Great Zhao Kingdom is going to marry such a ruthless bandit as his principal wife.
Tsk.
Ji Fengyao could easily imagine the psychological trauma the Ninth Prince would suffer. After the Ji family entered the capital, he, the God of War of the Great Zhao Kingdom, would probably become a laughing stock of the Great Zhao Kingdom.
The village of Vultures was bustling with activity, as all the men, women, and children were dressed in their finest attire.
At nearly a hundred tables, there were large bowls of wine and chunks of meat. Even little kids, only a few inches tall, were rolling up their sleeves, sticking out their butts, and shouting and playing drinking games together. The scene was quite fierce.
When everyone saw Ji Fengyao come down from the mountain, they didn't think there was anything wrong with her not having a wedding ceremony. On the contrary, they all gave her a thumbs up and cheered loudly.
"Well done, Miss!"
"Young Miss is awesome! That damned prince should be made to marry a dog!"
"Miss, we support you! Once you get to the capital, you must clean up that damned prince's den as soon as possible!"
Ji Fengyao: "..."
The Ninth Prince's wedding procession: "..."
I know you're just bandits and you're so fierce, but the Ninth Prince is the God of War of the Great Zhao Kingdom, doesn't he have any dignity?
Ji Fengyao and Xique walked to the entrance of the main hall. Their eldest brother, Ji Fengming, was carrying Xiaohuang out with a fierce expression. The half-grown puppy trembled in Ji Fengming's fair and slender hands, not daring to move.
Her father, Ji Chenhai, followed closely behind, carrying the guard sent by the Ninth Prince to carry the chicken for the wedding ceremony as if he were a chick.
The guard, however, had a stubborn and arrogant look on his face—this chicken was the face of his prince; as long as the chicken lived, the prince's face lived; if the chicken died, the prince's face would die.
Upon seeing the guard carrying the chicken, Xique's inner energy exploded instantly. She rushed forward, grabbed the guard by the collar, and delivered two powerful punches. The guard's once handsome eyes immediately turned into panda eyes. "You dare to bully my young lady! Luckily, she didn't jump off the cliff. If she had, I, Xique, would have been the first to come down the mountain, ransack your mansion, and chop off your heads!"
"What? Yao'er, you jumped off a cliff?" Mother Su Rujing was shocked. She abandoned her usual gentle and demure steps and rushed to Ji Fengyao's side, looking her up and down anxiously.
Ji Chenhai casually tossed the panda-eyed guard aside, sending him and the chicken in his arms flying sideways. "Daughter, are you alright? Did you fall anywhere?"
Ji Fengming had also lost his dog. He stepped forward, touching and rubbing Ji Fengming's forehead with a pained expression. "Little sister, don't be sad. I'll go down the mountain right now, chop off that Ninth Prince's head, and bring it back for you to kick around like a ball, so you can vent your anger!"
"I'm going too!"
"Sister, Feng Xiao and I will go with brother!"
The two ten-year-old twin brothers, Ji Fengxiao and Ji Fenghua, also squeezed next to Ji Fengyao, clenching their fists like little men.
Ji Fengyao's outstretched hand barely managed to grab a corner of Xique's clothes: "..."
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