Mu Erlong showed no intention of talking Zhang Lanfeng down. He was every bit as arrogant and shameless as Lu Zhen, standing there with his hands on his hips, righteous indignation all over his face.
King Ying's eyelid twitched.
Lu Zhen was clearly the weaker one here, so why was he acting like he was in the right?
"Good! Very good!"
King Ying laughed angrily.
"Since you've taken my daughter's innocence, then as her husband, you should take responsibility. I'll report this to the Imperial Education Department and have them send a writ to Gently Martial Soul City, ordering him to marry her. Let's see if Soul Sect dares to defy the imperial decree and kill the messenger!"
Zhang Lanfeng's expression turned grim.
Report this to the Imperial Education Department? Send a writ to Gently Martial Soul City?
If things got serious, the Lu family's backing in the three corners of the Golden Soul District might be gone.
Zhang Lanfeng stepped forward and stood before King Ying, smiling ingratiatingly.
"Please, Your Majesty, there's no need for that! Erlong's just being a little hot-tempered. She didn't mean to do anything to him."
"It was my fault. I'm willing to apologize to San Shi Ling Chen on behalf of these three young men. What do you say?"
San Shi Ling Chen was only an ordinary person to outsiders, but Zhang Lanfeng had made a name for himself in Gently Martial Soul City. To him, this was no different from cutting off his own flesh.
King Ying fell silent for a moment. He looked at the three men, who were glowering at him, then at Zhang Lanfeng, who looked like his heart was breaking. In the end, he merely snorted.
He didn't want to make a huge issue of it, either. After all,