Chapter 4

The King of Youzhou had crossed the border?!

Before he could catch his breath, another attendant hurriedly came to report.

"My lord, the young master of Tiandu brought Meng Wuyou in and said he wanted to marry her. This subordinate did not dare to stop him!"

This young master was not an ordinary person. He was the Empress's nephew, Jiang Jinyuan. He hid his identity and came to the State of Korea to cultivate with Han Shaoling, a metal-attributed expert of the Spiritual Brilliance Realm. It had been nearly two months since then.

It was impossible for the Empress to have children. She had no descendants, so Jiang Jinyuan was very likely to be the next Empress — if he could live longer than the Empress.

Han Shaoling's eyes were filled with anger. "What's going on?"

Without waiting for the attendant to reply, Jiang Jinyuan's clear voice came from afar. "I want to see my teacher, the King of the State of Korea. Who dares to stop me?!"

Just as he finished speaking, a teenager wearing a luxurious white robe with golden threads had already rushed in, dragging a delicate woman behind him.

The woman struggled and cried, "Let go of me, let go of me!

Jiang Jinyuan, let go of me! "

Han Shaoling only felt a wave of dizziness.

Jiang Jinyuan's identity was originally a top secret.

Great, now everyone knew about it.

Han Shaoling looked at Meng Wuyou with a murderous gaze.

Two days ago, he had people send Meng Wuyou out of the capital. He did not expect her to have such a good method to connect with Jiang Jinyuan.

Thinking of this, his eyes became even more serene.

Sang Yuanyuan slightly raised her eyebrows.

In the original plot, Meng Wuyou was not sent away. Jiang Jinyuan met her in the palace and fell in love with her at first sight. He made a scene in front of Han Shaoling and made Han Shaoling jealous for the first time in his life.

Although there were more people pursuing Sang Yuanyuan, this Princess of Sang Province was dignified and polite. She was gentle and distant to everyone, so no one could be jealous.

Han Shaoling had succeeded in getting the beauty. Although the other suitors were disappointed, they were not dissatisfied. They only hoped that this beautiful woman could live a good life.

Meng Wuyou, on the other hand, came from a lowly background. She did not have the slightest bit of bearing. Moreover, she was particularly easy to attract admirers. Every time she met someone, she would end up in a very sorry state, crying and making a scene in front of Han Shaoling.

Han Shaoling despised himself as he sank deeper and deeper.

In ancient times, the male and female protagonists of sadomasochistic novels were the norm.

Sang Yuanyuan's heart did not waver. He even quietly yawned.

She had no interest in meddling in the affairs of the male and female leads. Anyway, no matter how much she abused them, they would still end up with him in the end. It was simply a waste of her feelings.

Jiang Jinyuan was very arrogant when he rushed in, but when he met Han Shaoling's dark eyes, his hot-bloodedness instantly cooled down by half. He lowered his head slightly and called out, "Teacher."

Han Shaoling took a step forward.

His aura was heavy.

Jiang Jinyuan was clearly terrified. However, he straightened his neck and said, "Teacher, this student likes this woman. However, she said that she offended the State of Korea's King and could only be alone for the rest of her life. Otherwise, she would definitely implicate the people around her!

I don't know what wrong she did to deserve to be alone for the rest of her life!

She's just a weak woman. What did she do to deserve to be bullied like this?! "

Meng Wuyou cried and shook her head. "Jiang Jinyuan, don't say anymore!

I beg you, don't say anymore! "

Sang Yuanyuan remembered that in the original work, Han Shaoling had said this: Jiang Jinyuan, this is a woman who climbed into my bed. I doted on her to death.

Tsk tsk.

Han Shaoling tilted his head and glanced at her.

Sang Yuanyuan actually saw a hint of guilt in this young king's dark eyes.

Han Shaoling said coldly, "You want to marry her?

Impossible.

This woman's status is lowly. She's the descendant of a traitorous slave. Moreover, she's not a virgin. Your clan will definitely not accept her.

If you really like her, then bring her back and hide her in your courtyard. If I hear any more news about her, I'll throw her into the Netherworld Abyss. "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" Isn't there something wrong with this scene?

Jiang Jinyuan also did not expect him to say this.

When he was entangled with Meng Wuyou, he clearly felt that she had something she was unable to say. Moreover, this was related to the secret matters between men and women.

When he brought her to the door in a fit of anger, it was clear that he had a bit of a grudge against his love rival.

After being splashed with Han Shaoling's cold words, he only felt a wave of coldness that penetrated his heart.

"Teacher, I … …"

"There's no need to say anymore." Han Shaoling's gaze was slightly cold. "Since your identity has been exposed, you are no longer my student.

I will personally ask for forgiveness from the Emperor. You should prepare. When the emissaries arrive, follow them back to Tiandu. "

"Teacher!" Jiang Jinyuan was anxious.

His cultivation had been stuck at the ninth layer of the Hidden Spirit Realm for quite some time. No matter how much spirit liquid he drank, there were no signs of him breaking through.

Aunt had sent him to the State of Korea to cultivate with Han Shaoling. In just two short months, the barrier of the realm had loosened. He was about to step into the Spiritual Realm and become a true powerhouse. If he was sent back at this juncture, he would definitely fall short of success. His realm would fall back to a few months ago!

Jiang Jinyuan's budding youthful heart was immediately scared half to death.

Han Shaoling smiled. "Take the woman you like and leave."

Jiang Jinyuan: "… …"

"Han Shaoling!"

In the pin-drop silence of the hall, a clear female voice abruptly rang out.

Meng Wuyou stubbornly raised her small face. Her tearful eyes stared straight at the State of Korea's King.

She looked extremely angry, as if she was going to throw away her life.

"Is the Royal Family that great?

What right do you have to give me away so casually!

You forcefully took away my chastity and destroyed my life's happiness!

My status is low, but just because my status is low doesn't mean I can be trampled on!

Let me tell you, Han Shaoling, being raped by you is the most disgusting thing in my life! "

Sang Yuanyuan felt a headache coming on from her yelling.

Just as he was about to suggest that they go outside to quarrel, Meng Wuyou suddenly turned her gaze and found her.

After a brief moment of surprise, Meng Wuyou raised her hand and pointed straight at Sang Yuanyuan. She shouted in disbelief, "You used me as her substitute?!

Han Shaoling, you're despicable and shameless!

You're not human!

If not for Mother Zhang taking pity on me and secretly letting me out, I would have been kept in the dark by you for the rest of my life! "

Everyone: "… …"

Sang Yuanyuan felt from the bottom of his heart that the female lead in an ancient novel would not survive more than three episodes in a decade or so.

Too courageous!

Much more courageous than You Yingyue, who was known to be arrogant and domineering!

Simply stupid beyond belief.

Han Shaoling's gaze turned even colder.

The ruler was expressionless. His fingernails dug deep into his palms under his wide sleeves.

He had accidentally picked up Meng Wuyou from the traitorous slave camp and had always hidden him well. He knew that his actions were somewhat unsightly, but it was difficult for him to resist the temptation of that beautiful face and body.

Today, his face had been completely torn apart.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you disrespect the Princess!"

A green light flashed in and grabbed Meng Wuyou's finger that was pointing at Sang Yuanyuan. It looked like it was about to be broken.

The newcomer was a young woman with an unusually calm temperament. It was obvious that Mother Sang was afraid that this pile of black iron towers would not be able to take care of Sang Yuanyuan, so she sent another female cultivator over.

"Stop, don't hurt her." Sang Yuanyuan said weakly. "This servant is not sensible. Just throw her out.

… After all, she's a woman who has served His Majesty. "

Han Shaoling's expression looked as if he had swallowed a fly.

Sang Yuanyuan smiled helplessly at him. "Can you let me recuperate in peace?"

Han Shaoling's eyes were filled with pain. "It's my fault!

Sanger, I swear that I will never … "

She gently but firmly interrupted him. "Don't swear, lest you disappoint me again."

Han Shaoling closed his eyes.

Not long ago, he had solemnly vowed that he would not let her hear any annoying news. Today, he simply made a fuss in front of her.

For a moment, Han Shaoling did not know who to kill.

He waved his hand and ordered the attendants to bring this mess of people out of Huiyun Hall.

Sang Yuanyuan's cold gaze gently avoided the female lead, Meng Wuyou.

To be honest, she hated this female lead.

Sang Yuanyuan was able to persevere and finish reading this clichéd Mary Sue novel mainly because when the female lead, Meng Wuyou, was tortured both physically and mentally by the male lead, the evil female supporting character, and all the other male supporting characters, Sang Yuanyuan felt very good. It was also a very strange state of mind.

Before he was struck to death by lightning, every step Sang Yuanyuan took was extremely difficult. Every day, he had to endure tremendous pressure as he went against the flow.

Even when she became a celebrity, she still lived carefully, as if she was treading on thin ice.

It was not easy for anyone to live. In front of those who could decide their own fate, they had to think twice before speaking or doing anything. Even the arrogant You Yingyue knew this principle.

As for Meng Wuyou, she relied on countless clichéd golden fingers to go on a rampage. Every day, she would seek death, but she would never die.

For example, today, Jiang Jinyuan would do everything in his power to protect her, whether it was for love or for his pride.

Meng Wuyou was not a bad person, but her Virgin Mary heart, outspoken words, and bravery would cause the deaths of the people around her time and time again.

For example, Mother Zhang, who let her out this morning.

For example, Jiang Jinyuan tonight.

"Han Shaoling," Sang Yuanyuan called out.

The young ruler hurriedly turned around and strode in front of her. His eyes flickered, and he looked a little guilty.

"Don't kill anyone," she said. "Don't kill anyone."

"Okay!

I promise. "

"Don't use torture either," she said. "You caused this problem yourself. If you want to punish someone, punish yourself."

This was the best time to make her feel guilty.

Han Shaoling was not angry. Instead, his gaze became even softer. "I'll listen to you.

Sanger, you're too kind. "

"Mm, go and deal with it." She waved her hand.

Thus, the Prefecture Lord left obediently.

The female cultivator who had just rushed to the hall looked relieved. After Han Shaoling left, she hurriedly knelt on one knee in front of Sang Yuanyuan. "Your Highness!"

She looked up at Sang Yuanyuan. Her eyes really could speak. It was the kind of loving gaze of an auntie.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" I don't know her. What should I do?

"Please rise. Follow me to the inner hall to talk." She turned and walked towards her large cloud bed.

This situation was not difficult to deal with. She would be done for if she lost her memory.

"When I woke up, I forgot a lot of things." Sang Yuanyuan looked worried. She gently rubbed her temples. "May I ask who you are …"

"Ah …" The female cultivator hurriedly comforted her. "Your Highness, you don't need to worry. This subordinate will help Your Highness remember a little.

My name is Qingling. I am honored with the surname Sang. Your Highness, please call me Ling Gu. "

Sang Yuanyuan's heart trembled slightly.

Sang Qingling.

Sang Province's Goddess of War.

When Sang Province was destroyed, Sang Qingling defended Sang Du's city gate with her life. She sacrificed her flesh and blood until only her skeleton was left. However, she still held on for a full two hours, which made the Ten Territories' Coalition Army terrified.

Although it was just a few words, this Goddess of War was one of the few characters in the book that made Sang Yuanyuan shed tears.

Sang Yuanyuan's ability to empathize was much stronger than the average person. A few short words could make her deeply immerse herself in the play. It was because of this that she was able to stand out from the crowd of popular starlets and become a widely recognized idol actress.

"Ling Gu …" When she opened her mouth, she unconsciously choked with sobs.

"Your Highness, it's okay. It's okay."

Ling Gu was also very moved. She stepped forward and gently embraced her. "Ling Gu broke through again a few days ago. Now her cultivation is at the seventh layer of the Spiritual Realm. If any of these brats dare to make Your Highness unhappy, Ling Gu will help you beat them until they look for their teeth on the ground!"

Without batting an eyelid, she revealed everything to the Princess.

Thinking of the forty or so black iron towers in the outer hall, Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but hold her forehead and sigh.

"Father is really …"

Ling Gu smiled. "His Majesty originally only sent twenty-four people. The other half was added by the heir.

Madam didn't want to be outdone, so she let me bring the twelve disappointing girls under my command and rush over. "

Sang Yuanyuan held her forehead again.

"Your Highness has grown up these days.

You must have suffered a lot. "

Ling Gu sighed with emotion.

The two of them chatted for a while before Sang Yuanyuan casually mentioned something.

"Ling Gu, I want to cultivate."