The Saints' Shock

Deng Chanyu knew her father was doing it all for her own good, and her eyes could not help reddening as she murmured:

"Father, your daughter can't bear to leave you..."

Deng Jiugong's heart skipped half a beat. He forced out a smile.

"If it's because you're worried about me and Sanshan Pass, then there's really no need."

"Think about it carefully. If you stay here at Sanshan Pass, no matter how skilled you are, at most you can only serve as a vanguard officer. Charging into enemy lines, how many foes can you kill? But if you go to Chaoge and become His Majesty's consort, the meaning is completely different! By then, you'll be the hardest trump card at your father's side! As long as you're in the palace, which civil official or military general at court would dare short us even half a grain of army provisions?"

"Besides, even a three-reign veteran like Grand Tutor Wen, a Jie Sect disciple with iron bones and an unbending spine, willingly came here to serve as your wedding envoy. Don't you want to go and see just what kind of man this Di Xin, the King who can make all under heaven return their hearts to him, really is?"

"..."

It was the same meaning, but sure enough, changing the way it was said made all the difference. Deng Chanyu's originally intense resistance finally began to gradually soften.

"What Father says... seems to make some sense," she murmured to herself.

At the same time, her curiosity was stirred. She had grown up hearing Wen Zhong's famous name; he was the most loyal and unyielding figure in the royal court!

Just what charm did Di Xin possess, to make such a man willing to personally act as the wedding envoy?

Deng Chanyu's