204: Chapter 204

The strength of the protector of Leng Chegu before him was truly too terrifying; he was no match for them. Sect Master Ji Fa was the head of an entire sect, not just a lone individual.

"Coercion? Sect Master Ji Fa, you are truly wronging me! How did you come to the conclusion that I am forcing the Empress of Great Chu?"

Ye Xuan's lips curled up, revealing a playful smile. Not only did he not release the struggling and squirming Empress Mi Qianxi in his arms, but he actually held her even tighter.

He turned his head and shouted loudly at Sect Master Ji Fa: "Perhaps, our noble and beautiful Empress of Great Chu is actually very willing in her heart to marry someone as handsome, dashing, and suave as me!"

"Despicable! You shameless ugly monster!"

Saint Son Ji Jiuyang was so angry he was fuming. With eyes wide with rage, he glared at Ye Xuan and cursed: "It is clearly visible to everyone that Empress Mi Qianxi is struggling and resisting with all her might right now; where is there even the slightest hint of willingness? You actually dare to spout such nonsense; you are truly shameless to the core! Hurry up and release my fiancée!"

Seeing this scene, Sect Master Ji Fa took a deep breath, trying his best to calm down. He knew well that getting angry at this moment would not solve the problem.

Therefore, suppressing the rage in his heart, he said to Ye Xuan in a calm tone: "If the Empress of Great Chu is truly willing from the bottom of her heart to marry you as your wife, then I, as the elder, will make the decision for Saint Son Ji Jiuyang to completely give up the idea of taking her as his wife. After all, matters of the heart cannot be forced; it would only mean that my Saint Son Ji Jiuyang lacks the good fortune. But if this is not the wish of the Empress of Great Chu herself... then I implore Nephew Leng Chegu to raise your hand high and spare the Empress of Great Chu."

"Tsk tsk, these are the words of Sect Master Ji Fa, I have noted them down." After hearing Sect Master Ji Fa's words, Ye Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly, a trace of imperceptible playfulness appearing at the corners of his lips.

"I would never be willing to follow you, you ugly man!"

Empress Mi Qianxi frowned, her beautiful face full of disgust and aversion, yet her stunning features remained as cold as frost.

She struggled continuously, attempting to break free from Ye Xuan's restraint. Her delicate body twisted violently like a flower in the wind, as if she wanted to escape Ye Xuan's embrace as quickly as possible.

"Little Empress, don't speak too soon; perhaps in a while, you will voluntarily throw yourself into my warm embrace."

Ye Xuan laughed softly, a flash of confidence and craftiness in his eyes. After speaking, he slowly released his hands. Empress Mi Qianxi took the opportunity to stand up quickly, like a blooming black lotus, her figure graceful and alluring.

Empress Mi Qianxi retreated lightly, her black silhouette instantly distancing itself from Ye Xuan, stopping a zhang away.

Her beautiful eyes widened, staring intently at Ye Xuan, her face full of vigilance, as if fearing he might suddenly reach out and grab her again.

"Ugly monster, stop daydreaming. How could Empress Mi Qianxi ever choose you? Stop joking! I haven't even touched a single hair of Empress Mi Qianxi yet, Leng Chegu, stop your daydreaming!"

Hearing Ye Xuan's arrogant words, Saint Son Ji Jiuyang was immediately fuming with rage and mocked him mercilessly.

"The Little Empress is so beautiful, like a fairy from the nine heavens, allow me to gift you a poem!"

However, Ye Xuan had no time to spare for Saint Son Ji Jiuyang, who was like a clown before him; his gaze was completely captivated by the peerlessly elegant Empress in black—Empress Mi Qianxi.

She stood tall and elegant, like a blooming black lotus, radiating a mysterious and charming aura. At this moment, Ye Xuan could not help but curl his lips slightly, outlining a mischievous smile.

"Pah... you ugly man, I do not want your poem!" Empress Mi Qianxi's willow-leaf eyebrows stood upright, her beautiful eyes widened, and she glared fiercely at Ye Xuan.

At the same time, an icy, aloof aura that made people afraid to approach easily emanated from her, as if telling everyone: "Stay away from me!"

Seeing this, Saint Son Ji Jiuyang burst into wild laughter: "Haha, a mundane poem? Just by relying on this, you want to move my fiancée? What a pipe dream! If one day, a single poem could make Empress Mi Qianxi throw herself into someone's arms, then I, Saint Son Ji Jiuyang... I, Saint Son Ji Jiuyang, will eat this table on the spot!" After speaking, he looked at Ye Xuan with disdain and pointed to the large table beside him, his voice full of mockery.

Standing on the side, Sect Master Ji Fa looked at his arrogant son, Saint Son Ji Jiuyang, feeling extremely helpless. He thought to himself: "If the Empress of Great Chu truly develops feelings for Leng Chegu and voluntarily throws herself into his arms, what should I do?"

But soon, Sect Master Ji Fa shook his head and muttered to himself: "This is absolutely impossible!" After all, how could a noble and cold woman like Empress Mi Qianxi easily fall for someone else? Moreover, even he, Sect Master Ji Fa, was extremely moved by such a woman.

"Brat, these are your words; if you don't eat that table later, I will destroy your Wanshen Sect!"

Ye Xuan stared fiercely at the arrogant and extremely insolent Saint Son Ji Jiuyang, a terrifying, heart-chilling murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"You... stop bluffing there; this is absolutely impossible!" Saint Son Ji Jiuyang was so frightened by the sudden murderous intent in the other's eyes that he trembled all over and involuntarily took several steps back.

"Sigh—Ji Jiuyang, oh Ji Jiuyang, why are you acting so recklessly? I really hope that Empress Mi Qianxi will not really throw herself into Leng Chegu's arms." Hearing Ye Xuan say again that he would destroy the Wanshen Sect, a chill rose up Sect Master Ji Fa's back again, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. The thousands of years of foundation of the Wanshen Sect could not be destroyed in his hands.

"Little Empress, you must listen clearly." Ye Xuan had no time to care about the reactions and feelings of Sect Master Ji Fa and his son at this moment, but turned his gaze directly to Empress Mi Qianxi, staring at her with deep affection: "Graceful as a startled swan, gentle as a swimming dragon... Bright as the sun rising through morning clouds, observed closely, glowing like a lotus emerging from clear waves..."

'Lei Yang' recited these verses unhurriedly. When he had just finished the first sentence, Empress Mi Qianxi, who was originally expressionless and cold as ice, saw her face instantly turn extremely ugly, and a look of astonishment appeared in her beautiful eyes. Thinking of what had happened before, Empress Mi Qianxi could not help but wonder: "Could this person actually be Ye Xuan?"

"Impossible, how could Empress Mi Qianxi care so much about a poem written by a mortal? This is absolutely impossible!" Saint Son Ji Jiuyang looked at Empress Mi Qianxi in astonishment; he really could not understand everything happening before him. One must know that Empress Mi Qianxi was a notoriously cold and aloof Empress.