"Impossible! Marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog! What right do you have to go back to your parents' home?"
Within the palaces of Great Ming stood a residence built for a certain prince.
Yet he did not seem to belong to the main line of succession. He was presumably a direct descendant of the imperial family, someone destined to inherit a fief in a middle thousand world.
A young-looking man roared inside the residence.
"Look at the well-bred young ladies in the households of the Imperial Court's dignitaries! Which of them behaves like you? Every one of them excels at music, chess, calligraphy, and painting! They stay home, support their husbands, raise their children, and lift the meal tray to their brows in respect!"
"Now look at you! You never do needlework, but you're always brandishing blades and spears! Such a violent temper! What well-bred lady acts like you?"
Zhu Qilong, Zhu Yuanzhang's great-grandson and the fifty-first son born to the Prince of Yan, roared inside the palace.
Facing him was-
A woman dressed in a vermilion martial outfit, neat and brisk from head to toe!
The daughter of Great Shang's Martial King, Wu Ding, from the fourteenth of its thirty-seven worlds!
Yin Xiang.
Zhu Qilong's face flushed crimson as he spoke. Around his left eye was a fist-sized bruise.
"Tch. Those are your Great Ming's rotten rules. What do they have to do with the women of Great Shang?"
Yin Xiang sat on the bed, utterly at ease, with one leg crossed over the other.
She had not the slightest feeling for this husband of hers in name.
Was there anything she needed to worry about?
No!
In this marriage alliance between the Great Ming dynasty and the Great Shang dynasty, Great Shang