[1] Transmigrating into a Short-lived White Moonlight, had a HE with the Villain

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Chapter 25.3 Breaking Off The Marriage Contract

   As soon as the words were out, she couldn’t help being stunned——Since the time when she started to be sensible, she had never used this kind of harsh tone to speak to anyone at all. 

   Is she covering for You Wuming, or is she angry that this man had hurt him? 

   The imperial bodyguard with the bow on his back was stunned and quickly bowed his head to ask for forgiveness : “We have failed to protect and will ask for the Emperor’s punishment later.” 

   The pair of Sang father and son watched them coldly, with disgust all over their faces. 

   “Go, we won’t live in this ghost place!” A family of three then strode out of the palace. 

   With a full moon in the sky, an iron tower together with two skinny little one stood in the spacious corridor were making cool remarks towards others enthusiasm. 

   Just now, the father and son heard the movement of chasing the assassin outside and could not help but worry about Sang Yuanyuan. They went to check the place where she resides and found out that something had happened to her. 

   The Emperor’s personal old servant soon rushed over and made a series of apologies, which made King Sang feel a little embarrassed. Under the persuasion of Sang Yuanyuan, the father and son finally ceased their fire. Following the old servant entering the inner court, they move into a similar but new hall. 

   This time, King Sang and his son refused to leave Sang Yuanyuan’s side again no matter what the reason was. She sat on the jade couch to practice her cultivation and that pair of father and son’s eyes were glaring like lanterns, guarding her at both sides. 

   Sang Yuanyuan actually did not enter meditation. 

   You Wuming’s appearance before he left keeps replaying in her mind, disturbing her state of mind. 

   The arrow that pierced his back deep to the marrow, and the word he said…… 

   ‘……Alright.’ 

   Alright, what? What’s alright? 

   Could it be……this is a response for a few days ago, for a question that he did not give an answer to? 

   On that day, the war was about to break out. She hid inside the carriage, hung her heart, crushed the jade token, and said to him to wait until she resolved the contract and got the divorce, and by then, could he come to propose the marriage again? 

   Is it this one? 

   “Father,” Suppressing his voice, Crown Prince Sang said stealthily to King Sang, “Little Sister’s element is wood, right? How can her face turn red when she is cultivating? Or is she met with trouble in cultivating? ” 

   “Hiss——” Sang Chengyin immediately becomes impatient, “Then what should we do?” 

   “I’ll go back to Feng state later and ask Feng Bailuan for that Jade Crystal of the Solid Wood Spirit for Little Sister to use.” 

   “Alright,” Sang Chengyin clapped. “If he doesn’t want to give it, we will just rob it. I will station the troops outside the pass to reinforce you.”     

Sang Yuanyuan quickly opened her eyes and sighed weakly : “Father, Brother……”  

   This is, what kind of bandit’s den did she get into? 

   …… 

   In the second half of the night, the maidservant that waited upon them led the three Sang to take a bath respectively, used the heavy and luxurious incense, then passed through the white jade bridges one by one, heading towards the Emperor’s palace. 

   At this time, there are still a few bright stars hanging on the horizon. 

   On the square, the ritual drum that was wrapped with red cloth was being beaten by a warrior dressed in gold. With the sound of the drum, the royal family of Sang walked into the main hall. 

   The situation of Cloud Realm is somewhat similar to that of Zhou Dynasty’s state vassalage of Kings and Dukes. Facing the Lords of various states that hold heavy armed forces, the Emperor would not suppress them with power. Both sides will do a very good job in the matters of friendship and etiquette. 

   The attendant made out a long vocal voice summoning for King Sang to present himself. 

   Sang Yuanyuan followed behind her father and brother, slowly walked up the fifty steps of white jade stair and stepped onto the wide terrace. A gilded furnace pavilion stands on both of the left and right sides, with smoke curling upwards in it.