Chapter 6

As the low drumming gradually approached King City, Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but feel a bit uneasy.

She was the official wife of the King of Han. She had to attend tonight's banquet.

Sang Yuanyuan wasn't sure if the madman You Wuming would remember her.

When she thought of that day when she stuck that jade slip saying 'I like you, King of You Province' in order to save her life, she felt her teeth ache.

Old blood had seeped into the jade. The feeling that the jade slip gave her was just like the image of You Wuming in her mind.

Blood, fiendish.

Forget it.

If something really happened, it would be between Han Shaoling and You Wuming.

The status of women in the eighteen provinces of Cloud Realm was low. Correspondingly, if something happened, it would only be their subordinate men who came out to fight.

Even if Han Shaoling was really destroyed by You Wuming, Ling Gu, Sang Da, and the others would take advantage of the chaos to protect her and escape back to Sang Province.

There was no need to be modest.

Sang Yuanyuan mentally prepared herself. She sat in front of the dressing table and let the maids dress her up.

After all, this was a palace banquet for the emperor of a country. Etiquette naturally could not be neglected.

Sang Yuanyuan changed into a black robe. The material was extremely heavy, with exquisite embroidery overlapping on the chest and back. The skirt was also embroidered with phoenixes with flames.

Behind her was an elder's cloak, covered in glittering golden threads. It trailed ten steps behind her.

Her hair was tied up tightly and covered with a large and heavy golden crown. Bead curtains hung down from the left and right, barely obscuring her eyes.

With great difficulty, Sang Yuanyuan set out for the banquet.

In these days, she had not left her Returning Cloud Palace even once.

The moment she stepped over the knee-high threshold, she had a strange feeling in her heart. At this moment, she had finally truly stepped into this world. It was no longer illusory, and she could no longer play around.

No matter what lay ahead, she had to raise her head and face it head-on.

Just like she had done countless times.

No matter what role she played, she had to do her best.

Since she was reborn, from now on, she was the Princess of Sang Prefecture.

With several steps, the calm and steady aura of a royal family slowly spread out from the body of this delicate woman. Even the maids who were used to serving her couldn't help but be startled. They sighed inwardly that the royal family was indeed different from ordinary people.

Monarch City wasn't big.

Cloud Realm's eighteen prefectures were founded on martial arts. Although the palace was extravagant, it was more important for defense.

The city was built with a strange black stone that was faintly glowing with a frosted light. The ground was made of the same material.

After leaving the harem, even the carvings and decorations could not be seen. As long as the black stone doors of each hall were closed, they would immediately become small fortresses.

Under the guidance of the attendant, Sang Yuanyuan quickly arrived at the banquet hall.

Bright lights could be seen from afar.

The civil and military officials were divided into two rows, with Han Shaoling kneeling on the left. Sitting across from him was presumably the King of Youzhou, You Wuming.

Upon entering the main hall, one could feel a heavy, oppressive, and cold atmosphere.

In this kind of occasion, one couldn't look around.

Sang Yuanyuan was led to her seat by the attendant.

The maid carefully took off her cloak, held it on a wooden tray, and stood to one side.

She tilted her head and nodded slightly at Han Shaoling.

A look of amazement flashed across his eyes.

For a moment, his heart was filled with emotion — — only the person in front of him was like the wife of a true king.

You Yingyue was usually arrogant, but when it came to serious occasions, his aura couldn't be maintained.

Not to mention Meng Wuyou. Bringing her to such an occasion was completely throwing his face on the ground and letting others see him as a joke.

And Sang Yuanyuan — — this perfect woman who seemed to have descended from the heavens would eventually become his true wife and spend the rest of his life with him — — As Han Shaoling thought this, he unconsciously lowered his head, a faint smile appearing on his lips.

Everyone stood up and bowed to Sang Yuanyuan.

Sang Yuanyuan bowed her head in return, and then her gaze paused on the table in front of her.

As soon as she sat down, she noticed that someone was looking at her unscrupulously.

You Wuming.

The bead curtain on the left blocked her line of sight, so she couldn't use her peripheral vision to observe You Wuming. She could only vaguely feel that he was smiling.

It should be that kind of perverted smile, right?

Sang Yuanyuan secretly pondered.

In the book, there was never a positive description of the villain, the Great Demon King. You Wuming lived in everyone's fear from beginning to end. In other words, he was the spokesperson of fear.

Only in a few sporadic places could one get a glimpse of his true appearance.

For example, when a certain cannon fodder was about to die, he looked up at the devil who stepped over his broken body without a frown, and couldn't help but feel a little confused — — why did this devil have the face of a celestial?

For example, You Wuming took advantage of the chaos and slowly walked into the Burning Fire Sky Capital. The light of blood and fire was imprinted on his face, and people couldn't help but think of some legends about evil spirits and Asuras — — the more evil their hearts were, the more beautiful their faces were.

To tell the truth, Sang Yuanyuan was quite curious about what You Wuming looked like, but she didn't raise her head to look.

Her gaze was still on the table, in front of which were several jade dishes. The dishes on the dishes were incomparably exquisite, as if they were the winning works of some carving competition.

In this kind of occasion, except for the two monarchs, no one would look around. That would be extremely rude.

Of course, these old-fashioned and pedantic 'false etiquette' would be broken again and again after the female lead, Meng Wuyou, gained favor.

She would stare at a certain new talent at the banquet, and make fun of his appearance.

She would wear very casual clothes during the sacrifice to the heavens, and jump around, causing an uproar throughout the country.

She would make a loud noise in the national temple, saying that the monks were all swindlers, and who didn't eat meat behind their backs?

Sang Yuanyuan didn't think that these actions were cute at all.

She just wanted to smash this brainless dog's head.

The palace banquet was silent.

Sang Yuanyuan guessed that something unpleasant must have happened, so that when eating with You Wuming at the same table, talking became a new taboo.

Sitting directly across from Sang Yuanyuan was Han Shaoling's number one general, Gu Chuanfeng. Sang Yuanyuan noticed that this tiger general had unknowingly moved past the center of the table, and was trying to get as far away from You Wuming as possible.

She wanted to laugh a little, and her rosy lips gently pursed. She casually picked up the white jade wine cup that a maid had silently filled, and drank the sparkling purple fruit wine.

She had misjudged the material of the table – she originally thought that the table with the dark patterns was made of wood, but she didn't expect that it was actually made of copper or iron.

The bottom of the cup fell, and it made an extremely crisp clang sound, which echoed around the beam.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

At that moment, countless gazes were cast at her from all directions!

Sang Yuanyuan had an illusion that these people seemed to be waiting for the order to throw the cup …

Were they all so nervous?

A light laugh came from diagonally across from her.

Soon after, a very young and pleasant voice said with a hint of annoyance, "You're so clumsy."

Sang Yuanyuan subconsciously looked over.

She saw a man in a white robe holding a cup, with a smile on his lips. He saluted her from afar, and then raised his head to drink.

His face looked very young, about 18 or 19 years old, and his posture was very lazy and leisurely. He was half leaning on the table, and it was impossible to tell his real age.

Was this You Wuming?

It was very different from what she had imagined.

It seemed that he was the kind of person who had been raised to be a playboy.

She was stunned for a moment, and then lowered her eyes, and didn't touch the things on the table again.

After a while, she caught a glimpse of a maid quietly apologizing to the head attendant, and then walked out of the palace from behind the pillar.

After a while, a strange 'maid' hurriedly came back to take over.

Sang Yuanyuan didn't bat an eyelid, and coldly glanced over.

Sure enough, it was Meng Wuyou.

Sang Yuanyuan's mouth unconsciously floated into a mocking smile. Yes, no matter how unimaginable things were, the female lead would always have a green light in front of her.

In front of this kind of luck, all the hard work and effort of others would always seem to be very laughable.

No, actually it wasn't like that.

Something like luck could be easily given, but it could also be easily taken away.

Only the path that one walked step by step was truly precious wealth that belonged to oneself, and no one could take it away.

Stepping on solid ground, one could only climb back up after falling.

Being sent to the clouds by the good wind, once one fell back down, one would only be consigned to eternal damnation.

Sang Yuanyuan only believed in probability, not luck.

For example, the probability of successfully assassinating You Wuming was zero.

She coldly watched as Meng Wuyou lowered her head and walked towards You Wuming.

This kind of atmosphere made Meng Wuyou somewhat cower, and she almost walked with the same hand and foot.

Sang Yuanyuan couldn't help but sneer inwardly. Seeing how she caused a ruckus in the palace after being favored, he thought that she wouldn't be the least bit timid in this kind of situation.

He saw the brave and fearless female lead quickly approach the villain Demon King.

Sang Yuanyuan simply wanted to applaud her.

Meng Wuyou pretended to offer You Wuming wine, and when she bowed, she threw the tray away, and the dagger hidden under the tray directly pierced You Wuming's heart.

Everything happened so suddenly that Han Shaoling only had time to shrink his pupils.

The moment he saw that the assassin was Meng Wuyou, Han Shaoling couldn't help but burst out with a shocking aura. His murderous intent caused the gold ornaments on the roof to emit a buzzing sound.

Sang Yuanyuan didn't care about etiquette at this moment. She tilted her head and looked at You Wuming, waiting for a good show.

— She didn't know if the villain Demon King would suddenly be possessed by a tyrant, let go of Meng Wuyou, and then say 'Woman, you've successfully attracted my attention?'

"Pfft." Her laughter was very soft, but You Wuming heard it.

He ignored the dagger, raised his eyebrows slightly, and smiled at Sang Yuanyuan.

The trembling dagger had already pierced his white robe.

It couldn't advance an inch.

This world didn't cultivate the dantian and meridians, but rather the body — drawing in the spiritual energy of the body's attribute to temper the skin, muscles, and bones.

Simply put, the higher the cultivation, the harder the body, and the longer the life.

An ordinary body of iron couldn't injure an expert like You Wuming long ago.

Meng Wuyou stabbed a few times and found that she couldn't pierce through him, so she raised the dagger again and stabbed it at You Wuming's face. He casually grabbed her wrist and threw her into the middle of the hall.

The dagger clanged to the ground.

You Wuming leisurely took out a silk cloth and carefully wiped the hand that touched Meng Wuyou. He laughed lowly: "State of Han King, if you want to use a honey trap, then be a little more sincere. Who are you trying to fool with a fake?"

Han Shaoling's face turned green, and his body trembled slightly in anger.

"Not pleasing to my eyes." You Wuming shook his head regretfully, and smiled gently: "Then I'll kill you."

Saying so, he leisurely pulled out an extremely long black blade from behind his back.