"It doesn't matter if you disagree. It's just related to the diplomatic relations between our two countries. If you directly reject the marriage between you and me, I wonder if King Ning will feel that you have slapped him in the face and be unhappy!"

Wei Ran said, walking around Lu Zhaolin: "If a war breaks out between the two countries, who do you think will be the first person that Emperor Yuanwu will vent his anger on?"

Lu Zhaolin's eyes deepened a little.

"I remember that when Concubine Shu was still Concubine Shu, she knelt for a whole day and night to plead for you while she was pregnant with the Seventh Princess. She almost had a miscarriage. Emperor Yuanwu finally relented for the sake of the child in her belly."

Wei Ran said, chuckling: "As a brother, you not only cannot share your sister's worries, but also let your sister who is in the deep palace and has no choice worry about you all day long. Can you really live with it?"

Lu Zhaolin didn't say anything, but his chest rose and fell more heavily.

"But this time, it seems that Concubine Shu's stomach is empty. Who will save her?"

When Lu Zhaolin heard this, he suddenly turned his head and stretched out his hand to grab her neck: "I warn you, if you dare to touch my sister, I promise to return it tenfold to the lady in the palace. I have long been indifferent to life and death, and I will definitely not let you go. Do you think I, a person who died once, will still be afraid?"

Wei Ran was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe. As Lu Zhaolin's hands increased in strength, her cheeks gradually turned red and then purple.

"I heard that the empress in the palace caught a cold a few days ago and just got up yesterday afternoon. I wonder if she is feeling better today." Lu Zhaolin's fingertips gradually loosened, and there was an indescribable darkness in his eyes.

"Despicable! Why did you find someone to monitor every move in the palace?" Wei Ran coughed violently several times.

"I want to see him alive or dead. A person who wanted to kill me and almost killed my family must die completely."

Lu Zhaolin took a step forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with Wei Ran, and said in a warning tone: "Lu Zhaolin died a year ago. If you dare to touch anyone around me, I promise to make you and your mother live a life worse than death."

Finish this sentence.

Lu Zhaolin walked towards the main hall without looking back.

Wei Ran stared at his departing back, his eyes filled with redness, and it took him a while to recover.

When she returned to the main hall again.

The banquet hall was still filled with singing and dancing.

Wei Ran had just sat down.

Wei Ziyi turned his head to the side.

The corners of his lips raised a deep arc, but the words that came out of his mouth were without any warmth: "How did you talk to him?"

Wei Ran's figure trembled: "He...seems unwilling."

"Not willing?" Wei Ziyi laughed slyly: "I have spent so much energy on you, and you tell me he doesn't want to?"

Wei Ran's shoulders trembled unconsciously.

"I don't care what method you use, just deal with him." Wei Ziyi said to her with a threatening tone.

"Prince, it's not..." Wei Ran was still frightened: "You may not understand him. He is definitely not a person who can be manipulated by others. Moreover, he is no longer the boy who had nothing."

"That's your business." Wei Ziyi said angrily, "I think you should know very well what the consequences will be for you if he insists on canceling this engagement."

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