The Black War God was somewhat displeased because he did not much like Zhao Fu. There were too many women around him; his own younger sister and Bai Xiaoxi both served him. The thought made him deeply uncomfortable. Of course, it was only discomfort—he had no other feelings toward his sister or Bai Xiaoxi.
Seeing how warmly the family welcomed Zhao Fu, he knew that even if he had objections, they would be useless. Besides, for some unknown reason, his sister and Xiaoxi liked him so much.
He had not wanted to attend the banquet, but when he saw Ghost Princess seated to one side, holding a kitten and smiling as she ate, his heart began to race. A trace of gentleness appeared on his cold face. He sat down beside Ghost Princess and asked, "What is your name?"
Ghost Princess looked at the Black War God, who had suddenly sat beside her, and answered with a smile, "My name is Ghost Princess. My husband gave me this name."
Hearing Ghost Princess's words, the Black War God felt a stabbing pain in his heart. Such a beautiful woman was also that man's wife.
The Black War God had expected this already, but he was still unwilling to give up. After all, she was the first woman he had ever met who had made his heart stir. He then began asking Ghost Princess about other matters.
But after learning that Zhao Fu had forcibly taken Ghost Princess, the Black War God's rage toward Zhao Fu reached its peak. He thought Zhao Fu was nothing but scum, a bastard, the dregs among men. He had assumed Zhao Fu had made those women sincerely fall in love with him; he had never expected him to simply take them by force.
"Ghost Princess! I