Sacrifice

Fan Yaohui frowned. "Why hadn't Fengtian Palace noticed?"

One of Fengtian Palace's most important duties was to guard against infiltration by the Devil Race.

Even those Heavenly Demons who had seized bodies could be uncovered if Fengtian Palace went all out.

It was only because activating their treasures consumed too much that they could not use them often, allowing some fish to slip through the net.

To Fengtian Palace, these fish that slipped through the net could not stir up much trouble and could be ignored.

Chang Xihua said, "Fengtian Palace..."

Fan Yaohui's expression shifted slightly. "Mr. Chang, you mean they knew."

"If I said they didn't know, would you believe it?" Chang Xihua said.

Fan Yaohui's face darkened. His eyes gleamed as his thoughts churned fiercely.

Fengtian Palace held an extraordinary status. It was not wholly subordinate to the imperial family, but rather stood in a cooperative relationship with it.

Could it be that they, too, did not approve of this marriage involving Her Highness the Twelfth Princess?

If that was the case, could this marriage truly be concluded smoothly?

Chang Xihua said, "It is also possible that Fengtian Palace simply considers them beneath concern."

Fan Yaohui, who had been caught up in anger, froze.

Chang Xihua said, "Fengtian Palace should know the true extent of our Imperial Son-in-Law's abilities better than we do."

Understanding dawned on Fan Yaohui, and he let out a breath. "They think the Imperial Son-in-Law can handle it."

"Perhaps that is so," Chang Xihua said.

Fan Yaohui hurriedly said, "That is good, then."

If Fengtian Palace also opposed this marriage, the trouble would be immense.

Chu Zhiyuan flicked his sleeve again.

The red clouds that had slowly begun to disperse were swept higher into the sky once more, growing fainter.

He nodded in satisfaction.