Volume 1: Laughing at the Splendor Chapter 65: Marry Him

  Four eyes met. Rong Feng suddenly shifted his gaze and turned his back.

  Although the distance was a bit far, Yun Shang Yue still clearly saw a flash of pain in his eyes. Her lips pursed, thinking that the owner of this body had indeed known Rong Feng before and had some very deep connection with him. What kind of connection was it? She remembered what he said that day, and suddenly felt an inexplicable ache in her heart. She lowered her head, covered her chest with her hand, and looked at herself in confusion.

  Rong Jing's line of sight suddenly turned over, his gaze fixed on the hand that Yun Qian Yue covered her mouth with, and his clear eyes instantly formed a black whirlpool, as if to suck in the hand that Yun Qian Yue covered her mouth with.

  The pain was only for a moment, and when Yun Shang Yue wanted to investigate, it disappeared without a trace. She searched her memory with force in her mind, but there was nothing at all. She sighed, lifted her head again, and saw that opposite Rong Feng, someone had already stood up - a young man about the same age as Rong Feng, whom she didn't recognize.

  " Weak beauty, you're quite capable, to have actually invited him back. For that Snowflake?" Ye Qingran said, looking at Rong Feng appearing, leaning close to Rong Jing and lowering her voice.

  Rong Jing glanced at Ye Qing with a hint of color in his eyes, but remained silent.

  Ye Qing Ran snorted, "Even if he is the apprentice of Snow Mountain's Old Man, what can be done? Ben Xiao Wang isn't afraid of him either. I'll still win back the shattered snow for Yueliang to play with."

  "As long as you win him over, that's all." Rong Jing said calmly.

  "Then just watch! Ben Xiao Wang will naturally win him. Anyway, you've lost your martial arts skills, so forget about the Broken Snow. Xuan Ge is not my opponent." Ye Qing Ran had a confident and self-assured expression.

  "Su Xue is good, but it's just ranked third among the three great famous swords in the world." Rong Jingdao said.

  "That first and second ranked sword had already disappeared a hundred years ago, as long as those two swords don't come out, this Snow Fragment is the most precious sword. Little King Wang must get it today." Ye Qingyan said indifferently.

  "Uh, hope you succeed, don't let her down." Rong Jing threw out a sentence without emotion.

  "That's natural!" Ye Qingran heard this and looked at Yun Qianyue, only to see her looking at the scene in front of her. Her expression and gaze were not quite the same as before. He followed her line of sight and saw that her gaze had fallen on Rong Feng. The way she was looking at him was no longer the pure, clear, and calm demeanor she usually had. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he felt that something was different. He withdrew his gaze and asked Rong Jing in puzzlement, "Does Moon Sister know Rong Feng?"

  "I have no idea!" Rong Jing didn't even look at Yun Shangyue, his voice was thin and light, "Few people don't know her!"

  The night was lightly dyed with a daze, and then she pouted, humming at Rong Jing, "It's just asking you, why are you like you've eaten a dirt bomb? It's not strange that others recognize Moon Sister, I'm just surprised that Moon Sister seems to know that little boy. Wasn't he sent to Snow Mountain as a child to worship under the old man of Snow Mountain? How could Moon Sister know him?" "Then you need to go ask your good friend Moon Sister." Rong Jing's voice was still light and seemed indifferent, but listening carefully, it felt slightly different from before.

  "I would naturally ask, but not now." Ye Qingyan no longer paid attention to Rong Jing, glanced at Yun Shangyue, saw her focusing on the scene, and also looked towards the scene.

  "The first match, Wen Bo Hou Fu Gongzi Rong Feng versus Wen Jiang Jun Fu Gongzi Wen Sheng. The martial competition begins!" A judge beside the Fourth Prince loudly shouted.

  The people who were whispering in threes and fours straightened up and stopped talking, looking towards the arena.

  Only the shouting fell, and the two people on the high platform instantly started fighting. The crowd hadn't seen how they had made their move when they saw Wen Sheng, the young master of General Wen's mansion, being knocked off the high platform with a beautiful arc, and he even landed lightly on the ground. Until he stood firm, he was still looking at the high platform in a daze, with an expression that didn't understand how he had been knocked down without even making a move.

  "Good! As expected of Wen Bo Hou's descendant!" The old emperor praised.

  "Indeed! This is truly a masterful move!" Duke Tei praised.

  "A half-move decides victory or defeat, striking out without harming others! Truly a gentleman's demeanor!" The Cloud King also praised.

  "In those years, Wen Bo Hou's talent was unmatched, and it's not surprising that his descendants have such skills." The filial king felt he should say something after a few people finished speaking, but Rong Wang Fu's side branch, naturally didn't want to boast, could only indirectly say a sentence in response to Ying Huo.

  "It's indeed the apprentice of Snow Mountain Old Man." Ye Qingran also praised. In his heart, he weighed whether he could throw Wen Jiangjun down from the high platform within half a move, thinking that Wen Sheng was originally a fool and he could also throw him down from the high platform.

  Rong Jing's face was pale and calm, as if this situation had been expected by him all along, without any expression.

  "The first round, Wenbo Houfu Gongzi wins! The second round, Feng Lao Jiangjun Fu Xiao Gongzi Feng Yang takes the stage!" The judge shouted.

  Among the people below, one person suddenly jumped up and before the judge could say start, he made the first move. The move was fierce and directly hit Rong Feng's face. Rong Feng lightly dodged, and with a swing of his sleeve, Feng Yang's body flew out like a willow leaf, causing everyone to cry out in surprise again. When they looked back, he had already been thrown off the high platform, but this time Feng Yang fell heavily on his back, clearly because Rong Feng had done it on purpose.

  "Good!" The old emperor shouted again.

  Deqin Wang and others nodded in unison, although words of praise were not spoken out loud, but the expression on their faces truly showed appreciation.

  Yun Qianyue, although her martial arts skills are now completely gone, still has better eyesight than ordinary people. She sees Rong Feng's move as simple, yet he lightly and effortlessly throws the person away, and those two obviously didn't even touch his sleeve, clearly indicating that his internal strength is powerful.

  "The second round, Wenbo Houfu's young master wins! The third round, the young master of the Ministry of War, Wang Tingyu, comes on stage!" The judge shouted again.

  No sooner had he finished speaking than a slightly older man jumped onto the high platform.

  Just like the previous two, but was knocked off again in a moment.

  "The third round, Wenbo Houfu's young master wins! The fourth round, Wenchang Junfu's young master takes the stage!" The judge shouted again. Another person suddenly jumped up from below and was quickly knocked off the stage, just like the previous one.

  "The fourth round, Wen Bo Hou's young master wins! The fifth round..." The judge repeated the same loud shout.

  Immediately after repeating the same action, the man was thrown off the stage just as he had stepped onto it.

  Next, some people went on stage, and others came down, with more than 20 people already being knocked off the stage after a few rounds of tea.

  Everyone in this pavilion was quiet, with only the old emperor occasionally shouting "good".

  About half an hour later, more than a hundred people were knocked down by Rong Feng. The referee continued to shout loudly without stopping. And on the high platform, Rong Feng did not raise any objections either.

  Clouds were shallow and the moon was furrowed, shifting her gaze from the stage to below, only to see a sea of black, about a thousand people. She thought that if this rotation battle continued, how could one person withstand a thousand? She withdrew her gaze to look at the seated crowd, everyone had no dissenting opinions, their eyes scanning over Rong Jingqing's calm face and Ye Qingyan's serious expression, those two also had no objections. She pursed her lips, turning to the old emperor: "Your Majesty, if he doesn't lose, will he stay on this stage forever? Look at all these people below! If it goes on like this, won't he die of exhaustion even if he wins?"

  Yun Qianyue's voice was not low, loud enough for everyone in the pavilion to hear. Everyone turned their heads to look at her when they heard this.

  The old emperor also withdrew his gaze from the scene, smiling and saying: "This is the rule of the Wuzhuangyuan Conference over the years. What I want for my Tian Sheng son is not only martial arts, but also endurance and physical strength. If you can't hold on, you won't be able to become a Wuzhuangyuan!"

  "But were there also so many people in previous years?" Yun Shangyue asked doubtfully.

  The old emperor was taken aback, looked at the scene again, withdrew his gaze, shook his head and said, "In previous years, it was about half of these people!"

  "This is it. Last year, there were only half the number of people, but this year, the number has doubled. This is somewhat unfair. If the winner on stage really dies from exhaustion, wouldn't that mean I, Tian Sheng, will lose a talented person?" Yun Qianyue said.

  The old emperor furrowed his brow, looking at Rong Feng, as if deeply pondering Yun Shangyue's words.

  "Miss Yunshu, the rules of the literary and martial arts conference were set a hundred years ago. Do you want to break them?" Although Xiaojin Wang was far away, it did not affect his conversation with Cloud Shallow Moon, and his voice came through clearly.

  "May I ask, Filial King, who set these rules?" Yun Qianyue countered.

  "Nature is the ancestor!" Filial Piety King's Mansion.

  "Our ancestors were also human, they are not gods, and cannot predict the events of a hundred years after their death. Since the rules were set by humans, why can't they be broken? Our ancestors are no longer here, but the current ruler of this sacred land is the Emperor's uncle, who is also a mortal king, naturally has the right to change and improve, implement methods that keep pace with the times, in order to better build our sacred land. If we stubbornly stick to the old ways, how can we expand our sacred land? Isn't it just like during our ancestors' time, nothing changes? How can we talk about development, prosperity, wealth, great achievements, and glorious deeds that will last for centuries?

  Yun Shuange originally didn't want to intervene, but this rule is too outdated and unfair, she really can't bear to look at it. Moreover, regarding Rong Feng, she always feels a sense of unclear emotions, which must be the lingering feelings left by her body's original owner. So, helping him out wouldn't hurt, would it?"

  Filial King was stunned, seemingly not expecting Yun Shangyue to say such a thing. He looked at the old emperor, who also had a surprised expression. He immediately said: "Ignorant child, how can you change the ancestors' teachings as you please? Miss Shangyue has just learned to read for a few days and dares to discuss state affairs, it's really laughable!"

  "I'm ignorant and don't understand anything. But I do understand one thing, which is that this martial contest is unfair. I couldn't bear to watch it, so naturally I had to speak up. Since the Emperor's uncle asked me to sit here, he can't just let me watch without saying a word!" Yun Shangyue gave Xiaojin Wang a sideways glance.

  Filial King retorted, "What is fairness? Where has there ever been fairness since ancient times?"

  Yun Shang Yue immediately seized his words, laughed and said in a listless tone: "So the Martial Arts Champion Conference itself is unfair? I thought it was fair and square, but it's just for fun! Ah, if I had known it was just the emperor's uncle being kind to let me watch, I wouldn't have come. It's so boring, always watching him alone on top. By the end, I'll probably see him die from exhaustion and vomiting blood. Not a single Martial Arts Champion will be left. Tsk, tsk, in that case, it's better not to watch."

  Filial King was momentarily unable to think of a rebuttal and suddenly lost his words.

  "Huang Bo Bo, Yue Mei Mei is right. If this continues, Rong Feng will be exhausted to death after the wheel war. This is indeed unfair." Ye Qing Ran said.

  Ye Tian looked at Yun Shang Yue with a hint of sympathy, seeing her listless face. He hesitated for a moment before turning to the old emperor and saying: "Your Majesty, what Moon Sister said is correct. The martial arts competition was originally set up by our ancestors to target the officials' sons in the capital. Commoners didn't have the qualifications to participate. Now that a hundred years have passed, you want to widely recruit talents, so these commoners also have the chance to compete for the title of Martial Arts Champion. Therefore, increasing from dozens of people a hundred years ago to thousands now is indeed difficult to bear, even if Cong Feng's martial arts are strong, it's hard to cope with. It's indeed unfair."

  The fourth prince looked at the crown prince, then swept a glance over the expressions of the crowd, and immediately suggested: "I also think that what Moon said is right. Since the rule that only high-ranking young masters can participate in the martial arts competition has been broken, this rule is indeed no longer fair."

  Yun Qianyue knew that Ye Qingyan would help her, but she didn't expect Ye Tianqing and Ye Tianyu to also lend a hand. She glanced at the two of them, then shifted her gaze to Rong Jing, seeing that he had no intention of speaking up, she withdrew her line of sight and continued to look around the scene.

  "Miss Asa is right!" Duke Tei also nodded in agreement.

  Yun Wangye looked at Yun Qianyue with a puzzled expression, not understanding why this daughter wanted to help Rong Feng. Was it because of Jing Shizi? Although the rules seemed set in stone on the surface, there were still ways to cheat in private. For example, when drawing lots, if one wanted to conserve energy, they could make arrangements with the lot-drawing official and keep a later number. Yun Xiao Wangye might not stoop to such tactics, but as his father, De Qin Wang naturally chose a later number for him. Therefore, although Ye Qianyue participated, she still hadn't gone up yet.

  He looked at Rong Jing, but couldn't read any emotions on his calm face. He couldn't grasp the attitude of this deep-thinking young master, whether he wanted to support the Wen Bo Hou Fu to rise again or just ignore and suppress it. Until now, he hadn't figured it out. If it was support, then he should have helped Rong Feng get the next number, instead of knowing that this would be a disadvantage, yet still making him go first. If not supporting, with Young Master Jing's means, Rong Feng would definitely not be able to return to the capital, stay in the Rong Wang Fu, or enter the Wu Zhuangyuan Conference.

  After some thought, Yun Wangye also nodded in agreement, "The young lady's words also make some sense."

  Several major figures have expressed their views, and many ministers have also spoken out. However, they all spoke in a rather cryptic manner.

  Everyone finished speaking, and the old emperor fell silent.

  The people in the pavilion were quiet again, and no one spoke. The high platform continued as usual. Rong Feng seemed to be not tired at all.

  "Hmm, the moon girl is indeed reasonable." After a moment, the old emperor nodded and asked Rong Jing, who had not spoken up until then, "Rong Shizi, what do you think about this? Tell me!"

  "Jing had no comment on this! The Wushu Championship has been developing for a hundred years, although it's not entirely fair, but this rule is well-known to all. Before going up that high platform, everyone understood this rule and made a voluntary promise. Life and death are destined, wealth and honor are in heaven." Jing said calmly.

  Yun Shallow Moon suddenly looked at Rong Jing, what did he mean? Was he just going to watch Rong Feng being exhausted to death without doing anything?

  The old emperor nodded.

  "Frail beauty, what do you mean?" Ye Qingran asked Rong Jing.

  "It's exactly what you heard." Rong Jing said in a light tone.

  Yè lightened his frown, suddenly stood up and said to the old emperor: "Imperial uncle, I also want to go up. This time, aren't there over a thousand people who have been selected through registration? I want to take half of them with him, and then we'll compete again in the end. I believe that in this competition, no one can be our match, right?"

  "Oh? You want to go up? One person, one half?" The old emperor raised an eyebrow.

  "Yes! That's fair and just!" Ye Qingran looked at Rong Feng on the stage and said, "I don't want to take advantage of him. When he gets tired from fighting, I'll win against him, but others will say that my victory is not honorable. How embarrassing would that be?"

  De Qin Wang frowned and did not speak to stop Ye Qingran.

  "This way is also a fair approach!" Yun Wangye nodded and said.

  "Isn't this also breaking the rules set by our ancestors? Xiao Wangye, didn't you see that Rong Feng on stage doesn't look tired at all? Maybe after defeating a thousand people, he won't even be exhausted! Are you underestimating the descendants of Wen Bo Hou Fu?" said Xiao Qinwang.

  Ye Qing's brow furrowed, "After we each take half of these people and then engage in a duel, if he can defeat me, naturally his martial arts are superior to mine. If I defeat him, I, the young king, will not feel that my victory is unjustified. How could I have underestimated the descendant of Wen Bo Hou?" As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't give Xiao Wang a chance to respond and instead said to the old emperor, "Please grant me your pardon!"

  The old emperor seemed to be thinking for a moment, then turned around and asked Gong Jing, "What does the young master think of the proposal of light punishment?"

  "Since Young Master Ran doesn't want to win unfairly, this is a good proposal." Rong Jing said calmly.

  "Alright! Let's do as Qing Ran said." The old emperor nodded and instructed the fourth prince, "Yu'er, order it to be done. Divide the high platform into two parts. Set up two arenas for simultaneous competition! Allow Qing Ran to go up and defend the platform! If he can defend it with Rong Feng until the end, the two will have a final showdown to determine the winner. If someone defeats them midway and replaces them, the winners of both sides will compete to determine the ultimate winner!"

  "Thank you, Uncle Emperor!" Ye Qingyan was overjoyed in an instant.

  "Yes, Your Majesty!" Ye Tianyu instructed the judge beside him.

  The judge beside him immediately shouted loudly, "The emperor has an edict, for fairness and justice, the high platform will be divided into two parts, and another martial arts competition will be held at the same time. Yan Xiao Wangye will guard the platform. If you can defend with Rong Feng until the end, the two of them will have a final showdown to decide the winner. If someone defeats both of them halfway and replaces them, the winners of both sides will have a final showdown!"

  As soon as the judge's words fell, the thousand people below suddenly burst into an uproar, and they all started talking to each other.

  Yun Qianyue saw that some people's faces changed as soon as they heard Ye Qingchen's name. She smiled, thinking that these people were probably worried about their lives. If Ye Qingchen were to throw someone off the three-zhang-high platform, it was likely that they would use too much force and end up missing an arm or a leg.

  Yè qīng rǎn gōu chún yī xiào, fēi shēn ér qǐ, shēn zǐ xiāo sǎ rú fēng, shǎn kè jiān piāo rán luò zài le gāo tái shàng.

  "Good!" The old emperor praised and laughed: "This little demon king has been practicing for seven years, and his martial arts have not been wasted! Now that he's back, although he still has the same playful and irreverent behavior, he's also learned a lot more, which makes me feel relieved!"

  "It was not in vain that his father king had kicked him out of the capital city with great pains." said De Qin Wang.

  "Haha, Emperor De's old friend Wang Shu is fond of this little brat like a precious treasure in his palm. It was indeed a deliberate decision to kick him out back then. Today, I'll take a look at how far this little demon king's martial arts have progressed!" The old emperor laughed loudly.

  The Duke smiled and nodded.

  Everyone was speechless.

  Only then did Ye Tianyu give another order, and a judge loudly shouted, "First round, Dye Xiao Wangye versus the young master of the Grand Preceptor's Manor!"

  The judge's words fell, and the crowd below stopped their noise, as one person flew up onto the high platform.

  The judge had just announced the start, and Ye Qingran lightly floated a palm, but the young master of the Grand Preceptor's mansion couldn't catch up with Ye Qingran's moves. In an instant, his body flew off the stage, with the same beautiful arc, and landed lightly on the ground. After landing, the young master of the Grand Preceptor's mansion bowed with a red face, "Thank you, Young Master Wang, for sparing my life!"

  He didn't look at him and waved his hand, "Don't be polite!"

  The crowd waiting below all let out a sigh of relief. As long as the young master Wang was lenient, it would be easy to deal with. Otherwise, even if they had passed the selection and signed up, if someone were to get their brains smashed by him, they wouldn't dare go up and could only forfeit.

  The judge shouted again, "The first round is won by Little King Wang, the second round..."

  On the other side, Rong Feng also knocked someone off the high platform. He glanced at Ye Qing Ran, who raised an eyebrow at him. He nodded slowly, but didn't say a word.

  At the same time, the referee shouted again, "Round 138, Wen Bo Hou Fu Gong Zi wins, Round 139..."

  "Your Majesty, why not call back Rong Yu for the time being and let him rest for a while? Wait until Ran Xiao Wangye also reaches 138 rounds before letting him step down to compete with Ran Xiao Wangye at the same time. This way, both sides can start simultaneously, which is better than waiting for Rong Yu to defeat the remaining people and then Ran Xiao Wangye will be exhausted. Only this is truly fair." Xiang Qin Wang suggested.

  "All right!" The old emperor did not ask for anyone's opinion this time, nor did he think about it. He waved his hand at Ye Tianyu, "Tianyu, have Rong Feng come up and rest for now. Wait until Qing Ran catches up with him before going up again!"

  "Yes!" Nitian Yun nodded at the judge's instructions.

  The judge was about to call out the next name, but upon hearing this, he immediately changed his tone, "By imperial decree, the young master of the Wen Bo Hou Mansion is excused from the competition and will rest for now. This round is temporarily suspended and will resume later with the simultaneous participation of the Crown Prince!"

  The judge's voice fell, and the noise broke out again below the platform. It seems that today's Wu Zhuangyuan conference has broken the usual rules. But it's just talk, the emperor is here, no one dares to refute half a sentence.

  Rong Feng seemed somewhat surprised, and his back slowly turned around, looking towards the pavilion.

  "Bring him into the pavilion!" The old emperor ordered.

  "Father Emperor has invited Wen Bo Hou Fu Rong Feng Shang Ting!" The Fourth Imperial Son did not use a judge this time, but spoke personally.

  Rong Jing looked at the pavilion, but didn't immediately come up. Instead, he quietly watched, and everyone else also watched him. After a moment, he suddenly sprang into action, flying towards this pavilion with an extremely high level of lightness skill. In the blink of an eye, he lightly floated down onto the pavilion.

  "Good!" The old emperor has praised countless times today.

  "Rong Feng pays homage to Your Majesty, long live Your Majesty!" Rong Feng stood firm, not looking at anyone, and knelt down to the ground.

  "Dismissed! Rise!" The old emperor seemed extremely delighted, just as Rong Feng was about to kneel on the ground. With a wave of his hand, he shouted: "Someone, grant him a seat!" As soon as he finished speaking, he added: "Just sit next to Yuè Yāozi!"

  Clouds shallow moon one shock, Rong Feng also a daze. Night sky inclined face color slightly changed, night sky bright eyes flashed, Rong Jing face color pale, looking at the scene, as if did not hear the old emperor's words.

  Yun Wangye looked at the old emperor, Deqin Wang and Xiaqing Wang exchanged a glance. While others had different thoughts in an instant because of this sentence.

  In the hearts of all people in the Tian Sheng imperial court, whether they were officials or commoners, Yun Qianyue's identity was always extraordinary. Now that she is about to come of age, this is the most sensitive time. Due to the ancestral emperor's teachings, all men around her should avoid suspicion. Especially with Rong Feng sitting beside her, it doesn't conform to etiquette. But the Emperor has given an order, especially in such a gathering. For a moment, everyone wondered if they had any thoughts or not, and they all thought that the Emperor didn't want Yun Qianyue to enter the palace?

  For a time, the crows and sparrows in the pavilion fell silent.

  "Thank you, Your Majesty, I can stand!" Yun Feng lowered his head.

  "Sit down! You have fought over a hundred people, you must be exhausted." The old emperor ignored the different expressions of the crowd and nodded to Lu Gonggong, saying in a deep voice: "Grant him a seat!"

  "Yes!" Lü Gonggong immediately moved a chair over and placed it beside Yun Shangyue, smiling and beckoning to Rong Feng, "Rong Feng, young master, the Emperor holds you in high esteem. You should come sit down! This seat isn't for just anyone."

  Rong Feng hung his head and stood still.

  Yun Shang Yue thought to herself, was it because she had just helped Rong Feng and acted too much like an old emperor trying to test her? Or would there be someone else sitting next to her today even if it wasn't Rong Feng? She didn't have the extra thoughts to think about it, calmed down, and suddenly smiled at Rong Feng, "Hey, you, come sit over here! This seat is high, has a good view, can clearly see Night Light's every move, so when the time comes, you'll know yourself and your opponent, and defeat him. I'm just sorry I lost my martial arts skills, otherwise I would definitely go compete with him. When the time comes, you must defeat him."

  Rong Feng suddenly lifted his head and looked at Yun Qian Yue.

  "Isn't he an idiot? Your Majesty, look at him standing there like a statue! Is it because he's so thrilled to have received your special permission to sit by your side that he's gone silly? Or is he just a country bumpkin who's been scared out of his wits by you?" Yun Shangyue tilted her head to gaze at the Emperor, her smile radiant and her voice clear.

  "You little girl, the young master of Wen Bo Hou's mansion was said to be a good person by you, but now he has become a laughing stock. The old emperor smiled and tapped Cloud Shallow Moon on the head, then smiled at Rong Feng and Yan Yue: "Come sit down! Moon girl is right, this seat is high and has a broad view. When you win against that little demon king later, it will be a blow to his arrogance."

  "Yes!" Rong Feng walked slowly towards Yun Qianyue's seat.

  He was still as he had been that day in Rong Wang Fu's study, wearing a white shirt with a subtle sheen, despite having fought over a hundred battles, not a single sweat stain could be seen, his body unsoiled, walking slowly towards me, backlit by the sun, appearing untainted and ethereal, as if he had stepped out of the snowy mountains, shrouded in mist.

  Yun Qian's eyes sparkled as she leaned her head to one side, gazing at Rong Feng with a smile on her face. As soon as he sat down, she scooted closer, chatting with him in an overly familiar manner. "Hey, you're really good at martial arts! Can you teach me? My grandfather taught me some half-baked moves that are totally useless. Your skills are amazing! If I could learn from you, no one would dare to mock me again. Just thinking about it makes me want to punch him in the face!"

  Everyone was suddenly embarrassed, how could he teach someone martial arts without even knowing their name?

  "Miss Shallow Moon, I'm not who you think I am. My name is Rong Feng." Rong Feng said seriously as he looked at Yun Shallow Moon.

  "Oh, Rong Yun! Alright, let's get down to business. I have a question for you. Can you teach me your martial arts?" Yun Shangyue blinked her eyes, nodded seriously, and asked with a smile.

  "Yue, isn't this making things difficult for others? Didn't you hear what Jing Shizi said? Rong Yun has been training in the Snow Mountain since childhood. The only one living in the Snow Mountain is the Old Man of the Snow Mountain, so Rong Yun must be a disciple under him. As far as I know, the Old Man of the Snow Mountain only took two disciples in his lifetime, and Rong Yun is indeed the last one. The martial arts of the Snow Mountain Sect are not passed down to outsiders, unless you want to take Rong Yun as your master. But can someone so young be a master? I think you'd better give up!" The Fourth Prince said with a smile.

  "Is that so? Then I really want to learn, what should I do? Besides finding a master, is there no other way?" Yun Shuang Yue asked Rong Feng. Her mind was turning with thoughts, and she decided to use Rong Feng to probe the old emperor a bit, which wouldn't be bad either. She wanted to see what kind of idea this old emperor had in mind.

  "There should be, right!" Ye Tianyu looked at Rong Feng, "You tell Yueliang, there are other ways. This little girl is infatuated with martial arts. Whoever she sees with good martial arts skills, she'll be jealous and want to learn from them. That day at Qingyuan Mountain's Lingtai Temple, she even asked Jing Shizi to teach her the Hundred Steps Pointing Hole technique!"

  Everyone knew that the Hundred Steps Point of Rong Wang Fu was a secret not to be passed on. They all looked at Yun Shang Yue in surprise, including the old emperor, Yun Wang Ye, De Qin Wang, and Xiao Qin Wang, who all had different expressions as they gazed at her. Seeing that Yun Shang Yue seemed to have not heard, she just smiled and looked at Rong Feng, waiting for his response. The crowd shifted their gaze from her to look at Rong Jing, seeing him staring at Ye Tian Yu and others fighting in the arena, seemingly also having not heard. Everyone then turned to look at Ye Tian Yu.

  "But later she heard that the hundred-step acupuncture point of Rong Wang Fu was a secret not to be passed on, and only those who married into Rong Wang Fu could learn it. She immediately dispelled the idea, saying that even if she died, she would not marry Jing Shizi. Haha, this little girl, at that time, the Crown Prince, my brother, was also present. Her expression was as if marrying Jing Shizi would be a loss for her." Ye Tianyu paused and smiled, meeting everyone's gaze.

  "Like this?" The old emperor looked at Ye Tian Jing.

  Although Ye Tianqing was not satisfied with Yun Shallow Moon and Rong Feng's closeness, he didn't want to make a scene. At this moment, when he heard Ye Tianyu's words, he coldly glanced at Ye Tianyu and turned his head respectfully to the old emperor: "Replying to Your Majesty, it was like that! After hearing this, Moon sister said she wouldn't learn anymore."

  "Haha, this little girl, being able to marry Jing Shizi is the dream of many girls in their boudoirs, yet she doesn't like it." The old emperor laughed twice, except for the joyful expression on his face, one couldn't tell what he was thinking.

  Everyone else also followed suit and laughed along with them.

  "Rong Feng, you wouldn't also tell her that apart from becoming an apprentice, she must also marry you in order to learn, would you?" Ye Tian Yu had been silent all along, but now seemed to have a lot to say.

  One sentence, and everyone's gaze turned to Rong Feng again.

  The old emperor seemed to be waiting for an answer as well, and smiled at Rong Feng.

  Yun Wangye's heart was in his throat, he opened his mouth, but when he saw Yun Qianyue's smiling face, he swallowed back the words he was about to say. He also looked at Rong Feng, waiting for his answer.

  "The fourth prince is right! The Snow Mountain Sect indeed has this rule." Rong Feng pursed his lips and nodded at him.

  "Really, I can learn your martial arts if I just marry you?" Yun Shangyue's eyes lit up, and in an instant, her sparkling eyes shone brightly. She suddenly reached out and grabbed Rong Feng's sleeve, exclaiming happily: "Then I'll marry you!"

  One sentence, spoken clearly and crisply, with a loud and clear tone.

  Everyone was shocked to hear this. No woman would be as bold as Shallow Moon, daring to speak loudly about marrying someone in front of the Emperor and all the officials, princes, and nobles. They all looked at the old emperor together.

  The night sky suddenly turned dark.

  Ye Tianyu was taken aback, he had been joking, didn't expect Rong Feng to take it seriously and say so, and this little girl actually climbed up the pole. He looked at Yun Shangyue's smiling face like a flower and Rong Feng's stiff expression, and also turned his head to look at the old emperor.

  De Qin Wang was stunned, he thought that this Shallow Moon Miss would not marry Jing Shi Zi, but instead wanted to marry Rong Feng who had no backing, although he was a member of the Rong Wang Fu family, but that collateral branch was too far away, and now the Wen Bo Hou Fu had already been destroyed. He was equivalent to being alone, with no support or reliance. This Shallow Moon Miss actually dared to say in front of the Emperor that she wanted to marry him, was it really because she had no brains or was it intentional? He always felt that this little girl was different from before.

  Yun Wangye's body was almost unable to sit still, his old face turned pale, fearing that the old emperor would get angry and punish Yun Qianyue. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped as soon as he met Yun Qianyue's gaze.

  Filial King's heart snorted coldly, thinking that this little girl was really brainless, and still wanted to oppose him? Go dream! As the legitimate daughter of Rong Wang Fu, she had to marry someone else, which was a slap in the face for the imperial family. It would be best if the emperor punished her this time.

  Rong Jing remained staring at the scene, as if he hadn't heard.

  At this time, Ye Qing had already knocked one person off the stage and was looking over here. He saw Yun Shang Yue grabbing onto Rong Feng's sleeve, furrowed his brow, just as the judge shouted again and someone else went on stage, he had no time to pay attention to anything else, could only focus on the martial test, but his thoughts had already drifted to the pavilion. In his heart, he thought, why did he have to get off the stage? What a joke, wouldn't it be better if that little brat was exhausted to death? When did Moon Sister become so close to him? And yet, it was still by the Emperor's side.

  The old emperor looked at Yun Qianyue and Rong Feng, his smile unchanged on his face, as if he hadn't heard.

  In this pavilion, it is quiet and deserted as if there was no one, only hearing Yun Shang Yue's gentle breathing.

  "Hey, will you marry me?" Yun Shangyue tugged at Rong Feng's sleeve, her voice soft and gentle, as if asking, yet also playful. Without any impurities, although speaking and acting in such a way, it still didn't give off even half a hint of flirtatiousness, just like a child begging for candy.

  Rong Feng raised his eyes and looked at her, his gaze steady.

  Yun Qianyue discovered that he had a pair of extremely good-looking amber-colored eyes, which were like clouds and mist inside, as if they wanted to envelop her. Although Rong Jing looked similar to him in some ways, no one would mistake them for the same person. Rong Jing's face was beautifully crafted to perfection, with an ethereal quality that seemed chiseled by the gods, while Rong Feng was like ice and snow on a snowy mountain, with pure and transparent beauty shining through the mist. She found herself drawn into his eyes without realizing it.

  Everyone looked at the two of them, and suddenly felt that these two people looked extremely well-matched. The man was handsome, the woman was beautiful, if you exclude Yun Shang Yue's lack of learning and culture, they were truly a perfect match.

  "Cough...cough..."

  Suddenly, a low coughing sound rang out, and it was especially clear in the silence. Everyone turned their heads, only to see Rong Jing covering his mouth with a handkerchief, his face slightly pale, although he was coughing, but his eyes were still fixed on the fighting scene in front of him, without turning around to look this way.

  Yun Qianyue heard the low cough, and her hand tightened on Rong Feng's sleeve. Her gaze, which had been fixed on something else, refocused. But she didn't turn her head or let go of Rong Feng's sleeve. Suddenly, she thought that if she really had to marry someone, the man whose sleeve she was currently grasping wouldn't be a bad choice either.

  At least it's better than marrying into the royal family, because she doesn't like going to the palace and competing with three thousand beauties for favor. It's better than marrying into the crown prince's mansion, because even if she were to kill herself, she wouldn't want to see that man, Ye Tianqing. It's better than marrying Rong Jing, because she doesn't want to be driven to death, nor does she want to spend her whole life with that black-hearted person. It's better than marrying Ye Qingran, because although he is good, he already has a wife, and she wouldn't do something as cruel as stealing someone else's husband and ruining their marriage. It's better than marrying Ye Tianyu, because that man who is always wavering between two sides, calculating and scheming, is not someone she likes. Yun Wuhanshuang is her brother, and even if he weren't, after being persecuted and threatened by him for so long, she wouldn't have any good feelings towards him, so naturally she wouldn't marry him either. All things considered, if she really had no choice but to be married off after coming of age, then she might as well just marry Rong Feng.

  Rong Feng was assassinated, and as the saying goes, "no burden on one's body is light." She can indulge in good food and laziness every day, only taking care of herself and him, without having to worry about a large family. Moreover, he looks very good, clean and dust-free, although slightly inferior to Rong Jing, but also a rare handsome man who is hard to match, a pleasure to behold every day. What's more, his martial arts skills are excellent, able to protect her, and his temperament seems gentle, so in the future, if they get married, he will likely indulge her and take care of her everywhere. Most importantly, since the old emperor wants to give her a marriage, why not find someone she likes instead of being forced to marry someone she doesn't like? With Rong Feng's conditions, where can she find such a good man?

  Yun Qian Yue quickly thought of several reasons to marry Rong Feng, and suddenly felt that she would marry him in this life. Definitely! It had to be him, there was no one more suitable than him. Looking at Rong Feng, her eyes sparkled a few points brighter.

  Rong Feng's face turned slightly red as he was gazed at by Yun Qianyue, and upon hearing Rong Jing's low cough, his face turned pale again. For a moment, his stiff body stared at Yun Qianyue. Originally, his calm eyes were shrouded in mist, but behind the mist, a pair of phoenix-like eyes kept changing expressions.

  "Is the Crown Prince's serious illness still not better?" The old emperor turned his head to look at Rong Jing, asking with concern.

  "This illness is probably incurable, and I have no other desires. I just hope to live for a few more years. The cough is because I caught a chill last night, Your Majesty can rest assured that it's nothing serious." Rong Jing finally withdrew his gaze, shaking his head. His eyes flickered with a hint of dark undercurrents as he glanced at Yun Shangyue.

  "Alas, I will continue to seek out the best doctors for you. After this holy day, I still hope you can assist me!" The old emperor sighed and waved his hand at Rong Jing, his tone extremely gentle, "If the young master is not feeling well, then please return to your manor to rest first!"

  "It's nothing! Just a minor cold, I can still hold on. Your Majesty doesn't need to worry about me!" Rong Jing shook his head.

  Digression

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