Chapter 50 – Hidden Growth In Feelings Part 1
Chapter 50- Hidden Growth In Feelings Part 1
Ye Tian Feng frowned as he’d overreached himself. If he knew she was so talented, why would he have wanted to withdraw from her marriage?
"The Ghost King isn’t suitable for you. Marrying me will be your best choice."
Mu Ru Yue didn’t expect Ye Tian Feng to be so shameless. Was she some call girl to be thrown and called back? If she didn’t have the ability to resolve the poison in her body, then Ye Tian Feng wouldn’t have even glanced at her.
"How do you know the Ghost King isn’t suitable me? I’d be more willing to marry the Ghost King than to wed you."
The girl’s words startled Ye Tian Feng. This girl had always been so persistent towards him and used any method to gain his attention. Why had she stopped now?
It was unknown when, but as Ye Tian Feng looked into her cold gaze, his heart felt extremely uncomfortable. Who knew it would feel this unpleasant when a girl, one who had loved him so much, would suddenly have such a great change of affections?
"Cough! Cough!" The Emperor of Zi Yue cleared his throat and surveyed the crowd with a domineering gaze. "Since the winner of the competition has been finalized, the competition is concluded. As for Mu Ru Yue, come along with Us to the palace. We will personally award you."
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In the throne room, the Emperor of Zi Yue sat on the Dragon throne, gently tapping on the head of the dragon design of the chair. He looked calmly at the crowd beneath the throne with a slightly imposing gaze.
Excluding Mu Ru Yue, there were also a couple of talented princes and royal family members in the throne room, including Ye Tian Feng.
When the Emperor of Zi Yue’s gaze stopped on
Upon hearing this, the princes and royal members looked enviously at Mu Ru Yue. Storage bags were extremely precious, among the crowd, only Ye Tian Feng possessed one.
When Mu Ru Yue went forth to get the storage bag from a eunuch, she glanced at the item and knew the item wasn’t bad. She no longer needed to dread on the thought of how to store her medicinal ingredients in the future.
"Furthermore, there is one more matter." The Emperor of Zi Yue frowned slightly as he said indifferently, "We have decided to revoke the order on the withdrawal of the marriage between Mu Ru Yue and the Crown Prince."
Hearing that, Mu Ru Yue smiled with mockery as she lifted her head to look at the Emperor of Zi Yue. She said, neither rude nor polite, "Your Majesty, as an Emperor you should logically understand what it means to have a golden mouth and jade words1. Is this the way an Emperor should act? By repeatedly going back on your word?"
Mu Ru Yue wasn’t in the slightest bit courteous, causing the atmosphere within the throne room to tense up. The crowd constrained their breathing as they didn’t dare to say a word in fear it would anger the person with the highest and most exalted status in the room.
The Emperor of Zi Yue’s expression darkened as he coldly looked at Mu Ru Yue. Simultaneously, an aura that solely belonged to an Emperor burst forth, pressing downwards upon the head of the young girl.
Yet there wasn’t any change in the girl’s expression as she indifferently looked at him.
"Mu Ru Yue, are you planning on defying Our order?" The Emperor of Zi Yue’s complexion ashened. It was obvious that he was enraged that Mu Ru Yue rejected his order.
Emperor? He was indeed an Emperor. Yet no matter how powerful his position was, how could he compete with the power of sects? Moreover, he clearly knew the reasons why the parents of Ghost King had died.
It would have been alright if she were a trash, but since she wasn’t, he definitely couldn’t let them be together.
If she persisted in doing so, he could only kill her and eradicate future problems.
Suddenly, a clamour could be heard from outside of the throne room, causing the Emperor of Zi Yue to frown slightly.
"Let me go! My wife is in there. I must enter to see my wife. Don’t you even think of bullying my wife!"
"Wu Chen?" Mu Ru Yue’s heart palpitated when she heard the last part of what he’d said. A trace of warmth rose from within her heart…
1. It means that an emperor’s words carry great weight