Feng Xue sneered:
"Feng Xue sneered:
"If Bai Ye, Chen Yun, and the others could do that, then after all these years, we'd probably have been married off long ago, and our children would already be running around by now, wouldn't we?"
"Why drag it out until now?"
Feng Xue said furiously:
"Every man in this life dreams of sleeping with a princess, but does that mean a princess has no goals of her own? A princess isn't an object for them to show off and satisfy themselves with. A princess is also a living, breathing person, with her own pursuits and her own hopes for happiness."
"Your status and mine aren't things for men to flaunt to satisfy their vanity, either! Am I wrong?"
Feng Xue remained utterly unperturbed. "Then so be it!"
"If ten years won't do, then a hundred years. If a hundred years won't do, then two hundred. If two hundred still won't do, then I'll wait a thousand years, even two thousand!"
Feng Xue said, "By then, my cultivation will have reached the top ten of the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium. Who would dare force me into marriage? This princess will chop him up!"
"If I can't marry the person I truly like, then in this life, I'd rather never marry!"
Feng Xue's declaration left Yan Beihan staring dumbfounded.
"So you have to help me, Xiao Han... Yun Yan, if neither of you helps me, no one else will..." Feng Xue looked deeply aggrieved.
"Feng Yun can't help you?" Yan Beihan's eyes shifted.
"My brother clearly refused to help me."
Feng Xue sighed.
Although my brother openly refused, I can hear that he means to help. But I can't tell you two that...
Feng Xue had her own little schemes, too.
Yan Beihan and Bi