"I had thought my husband was dead, and that I could spend the rest of my life serving Your Highness to repay your kindness.
But now that my husband is still alive, I can no longer accept Your Highness's feelings."
Wanyan Honglie listened to Bao Xiruo's tearful words with a look of utter disappointment.
"Xiruo, I have kept you in my heart and cherished you for eighteen years. Never did I expect you to be the one to chill my heart in the end."
"Your Highness, I have never begged you for anything in my life, but today, I beg you—please spare Brother Tie and me!"
"Don't beg him!"
As Bao Xiruo spoke, she was about to kneel, but Yang Tiexin caught hold of her.
"Impossible. Even if I cannot win your sincere heart, I will never grant his wish.
Anyone who dares stop me from bringing my princess consort home today will be killed without mercy."
"Yes!"
At Wanyan Honglie's command, hundreds of soldiers raised their bows and aimed them at the group.
"Wait!" Yang Tiexin spoke up instead.
"Today's matter began because of me. Wanyan Honglie, if you are a man, do not drag innocents into this."
"Father!"
"Uncle Yang!"
Clang!
Yang Tiexin was about to take his own life, but just as the spearhead was about to pierce his chest, a burst of finger force knocked it aside.
"Oh my, after watching all this and hearing so much, I think I understand now.
You love her, but she does not love you. She married him, so you hate her."
Gu Hui spoke, drawing everyone's attention.
"Prince of Zhao, look, she is already another man's wife. You hold such high rank and power, so why keep obsessing over her?
There are countless beauties under heaven, each with her