In their eyes, Xiao Chen was inferior to Huang Yelang, and the person backing Xiao Chen was inferior to the Dragon-Riding Ancestor.
This was a battle destined for defeat, without even the slightest chance of victory. It was not worth betting on.
Fire Phoenix Palace.
Fire Phoenix sat blankly before her dressing table, her eyes red-rimmed, tears shed beyond counting.
"What did I do wrong? Why must I become a bargaining chip for my Lineage to curry favor with the Huang Family? I only wanted to choose for myself who I would be with. Was even such a small wish unworthy of being fulfilled?" Fire Phoenix murmured miserably.
At her side, two maidservants stood watch, looking at Fire Phoenix with impatience.
"Holy Maiden, it is time to dress. The wedding procession will be here soon!"
"Being able to marry Holy Son Yelang is a blessing beyond measure. Ordinary people could beg for it and never get the chance!"
They had both been planted here by the Huang Family specifically to keep a close eye on Fire Phoenix, so they had no pleasant expressions for her now.
Still, what the two of them had just said came from the heart.
Huang Yelang was handsome and dignified, with an almost immortal air and peerless talent. He was the dream of countless young women.
Fire Phoenix wept silently and said nothing more.
Seeing her attitude, the two maidservants instantly changed expressions. "Fire Phoenix, don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. The auspicious hour is almost here, and you still are not getting dressed? If you delay the auspicious hour, can you bear the responsibility?"
"Exactly. Your clan leader has practically been kneeling and licking our Huang Family's boots lately. He said that even becoming a maidservant for Holy Son Yelang in