Dai Mubai Kneels, Zhu Zhuqing's Pouch Contents!

Zhu Zhuqing felt deeply uncomfortable under his direct and highly aggressive gaze.

Although there was no nauseating lewdness in those eyes, they radiated a domineering quality, as if he were looking at a piece of personal property.

She subconsciously shrank back half a step to put some distance between them, her eyes fixed on Tang Yu with wariness.

"Who exactly are you?"

"What do you want with me?"

Tang Yu withdrew his gaze, his expression remaining as calm and breezy as before.

He looked at Zhu Zhuqing's guarded little expression and spoke in a casual tone.

"I am the Marquis of Wuyang of the Heaven Dou Empire, Tang Yu."

"You don't need to guess anymore; your spineless emperor has already written the letter of surrender with his own hand."

"He even signed the treaty betrothing you to me."

"Now, pack your things and come with me."

These words were spoken very lightly, yet to Zhu Zhuqing's ears, they sounded like a thunderclap exploding on flat ground.

A storm was whipped up directly inside her mind.

The moment Zhu Zhuqing heard the name "Tang Yu," the color drained from her face, leaving it as pale as paper.

She looked as if she had seen some terrifying monster.

Her legs went weak with fright, and she stumbled backward several steps, nearly collapsing onto the floor.

She widened her beautiful eyes, filled with terror.

"What... you, you said who you are!"

The demon from the enemy nation described in battle reports as a man who slaughtered cities and destroyed kingdoms without blinking.

The peerless god of slaughter who, with just a single army, caused the entire Star Luo front line to collapse.

At this moment, he was actually standing alive and well right in front of her.

And he was speaking to her in such a casual tone.

Meanwhile, Dai Mubai, who was still sprawled on the floor tiles like a dead dog, was struck as if by lightning the moment he heard that name.

His courage had already been shattered by Tang Yu's pressure earlier, and now he was trembling violently with fear.

Ignoring the tearing pain radiating throughout his body, he slammed his hand against the ground and scrambled up in a state of panic.

Even the deep-rooted and invincible Star Luo army had been routed by this man single-handedly.

He had actually been foolish enough to roar at him and try to strike him just moments ago.

That was practically dancing on the grave of the King of Hell.

After a few long yet brief seconds of panic, Zhu Zhuqing gasped for air, digging her nails into her palms to force herself to calm down.

The pain helped her regain a shred of rationality.

In that fleeting moment, she rapidly sorted through the series of events that had occurred today.

No wonder, she thought.

Only the legendary Marquis of Wuyang, Tang Yu—hailed as the greatest genius in history and renowned throughout the world—could possess such unfathomable, terrifying strength, and be able to suppress a Soul Ancestor without the slightest effort.

However, this sense of clarity did not last even half a minute.

When she realized that this man, powerful enough to induce despair, had come here today specifically to fulfill that humiliating treaty and forcibly take her away to marry her, the tiny spark of goodwill and gratitude she had felt for him saving her vanished completely.

In its place was deep resistance, wariness, and even an irrepressible sense of disgust.

When it came down to it, this man had only come here to collect a trophy.

There was no fundamental difference between him and the family elders who had treated her as a bargaining chip to be given away.

Just as Zhu Zhuqing's mind was in turmoil, Dai Mubai, standing not far away, finally caught his breath.

Seeing the woman he had been shamelessly pestering being pressured by an outsider, his pathetic pride as a Star Luo prince began to stir.

Although his legs were still shaking uncontrollably and cold sweat was streaming from his palms, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward, trying to show some courage.

"This is impossible!"

Dai Mubai summoned his nerve, his voice sounding somewhat hollow as he shouted at Tang Yu.

"The rumors outside are crystal clear; everyone says that the Marquis of Wuyang, Tang Yu, of Heaven Dou is obsessed with cultivation and never shows any interest in women!"

"I don't believe you would ever do something as sordid as using your power to forcibly seize a woman!"

After shouting these words he deemed perfectly logical, Dai Mubai hurriedly turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

His face wore a trace of wishful thinking and urgent anticipation as he pressed her repeatedly.

"Zhuqing, this person must be spouting nonsense to scare you, right?"

"Tell me, this whole thing isn't true at all, is it?"

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the comical sight of Dai Mubai, who was clearly terrified to death yet still forcing himself to play the hero.

Recalling his shameless face from just moments ago, where he cared only for his own pleasure and lacked any sense of national honor or disgrace, she felt a wave of profound exhaustion wash over her entire body.

She didn't even have the energy to explain, merely letting out a heavy sigh.

Then, Zhu Zhuqing pulled out the urgent secret letter that she had crumpled into a mess.

This was the very letter that had driven her to despair only a few hours ago.

Without even glancing at it again, she flicked her wrist and threw the paper toward Dai Mubai.

"Open your eyes and see for yourself."

Dai Mubai scrambled to catch the light sheet of paper.

He swallowed hard, immediately lowering his head to fix his eyes on the handwriting.

He had barely read the first two lines before his hands began to tremble violently.

At the bottom of the letter, the bright red seal representing the supreme power of the Star Luo Empire was so blinding that it was impossible to ignore.

It was a letter written by his own father, the Emperor.

In plain black and white, it stated clearly that the nation was collapsing, and in order to survive, the royal family had joined forces with the upper echelons of the Zhu Clan to reach a decision.

They were to package the sisters, Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun, as the price for peace and offer them to the Marquis of Wuyang, Tang Yu.

This irrefutable evidence laid out before him shattered Dai Mubai's final illusions.

His hand holding the letter lost its strength, dropping limply to his side.

His face turned a deathly shade of gray as he struggled to accept the truth, muttering "impossible" over and over again.

Tang Yu watched this scene with cold eyes, observing the two of them dragging out their tear-jerker drama in front of him.

His sword-like brows gathered slightly; his patience had been all but exhausted.

"Have you seen enough?"

Tang Yu's tone revealed clear impatience.

He didn't even want to look directly at Dai Mubai, staring straight at Zhu Zhuqing instead.

"I don't have the time to watch you two put on a show here."

"You have no right to refuse. This matter is not for you to decide."

"No matter how unwilling you are, you will marry me whether you like it or not."

The overbearing verdict left no room for negotiation.

These words were spoken with chilling ruthlessness, cutting off every path of retreat for Zhu Zhuqing.