Lord Chu continued to spout disgusting, arrogant threats, his face twisted with bloated self-importance as he gestured to the army behind him.
Taking a step forward from behind her father, Chu Xirou smirked maliciously, her chin held high as if she were bestowing a royal decree.
"Xuan Long, listen carefully!" Chu Xirou declared, her voice shrill and full of sickening condescension.
"If you drop to your knees right now, slap your own face twenty times, and beg for my forgiveness in front of everyone here, I am generous enough to take you as my beast husband!"
The moment those delusional words left her mouth, a heavy, utterly bizarre silence fell over the entire courtyard.
The Teng Clan elders looked at her as if she had completely lost her mind. Xuan Long's pupils narrowed into lethal green slits, but before he could even raise his hand to obliterate her, a slender hand gently pushed him aside.
Su Qinglan stepped out from behind his tall frame.
