Cut off my tendons in my hands and feet to make me marry? Prepare to die!

The orcs of Da Chu were of low status, and it was their duty to bear the damage for their bonded masters. Yue Yuan did not feel anything.

"That orc was extremely rude to you. If you hadn't protected him, I would have whipped him hundreds of times. It would have been better if we had broken the contract!"

Bang! The chopsticks in Yue Zihuan's hand fell to the ground.

He quickly lowered his head to pick up the chopsticks to hide the shock and panic in his eyes.

Yue Ran not only used Hall to divert the wound on his face, but also released the contract on his own?

How can this be possible? How can they implement their subsequent plans?

Yue Yuan glanced across and glanced at his eldest son indifferently.

Yue Yuan is not a fool, as he was able to lead the Dingbei Army to fight against Beiliang for ten years.

This eldest son of a concubine has performed well in the past few years. He has followed the studies of the great scholar Xiao Fan, and has received some praise. He has also been named one of the four great lords in the capital, which is quite an honor.

His first wife who passed away early left him only Yue Ran and his mute little daughter Yue Si Ning.

Song had taken care of him for more than ten years and had raised a son who was doing pretty well. Last year, Yue Yuan had some thoughts on asking for the title of crown prince for Yue Zihuan. At Yue Zihuan's request, he also made Song the crown prince.

I thought that children could support each other.

But after seeing Yue Zihuan's performance in the past two days, Yue Yuan couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

So what if his daughter accepted all the rewards in the palace? He didn't think it would have any bad impact on the Dingbei Palace.

Yue Zihuan, however, tried every means to flatter his daughter in front of him.

Song usually looks virtuous and generous, but in front of Yue Ran, she unconsciously becomes a little bit sarcastic.

Yue Yuan felt a little regretful that he shouldn't have made Song the legitimate wife, which instead added constraints to Yue Ran.

But he had no legitimate son. Apart from Yue Zihuan, he also had a second son, Yue Ziyu, who was also born to Song.

Yue Ziyu is in good health, but his temper...

Is it possible that the future of Dingbei Army will always be tied to Ranran?

After all, she was a girl and she would have to get married and have children. Almost all the noble ladies of her age in the capital were engaged or even married.

Yue Ran has not been betrothed yet.

Yue Yuan doesn't want Yue Ran to remain single for the rest of her life in order to protect the Dingbei Army, but he can't find anyone who can replace Yue Ran.

"Ranran, come and eat this, your favorite chestnut cake."

Yue Yuan and Yue Ran ate heartily and ignored the Song mother and son.

Song regained some of her foresight. The prince had a very deep affection for his eldest daughter, and all the other children had to stand aside. After a few years of comfortable life, she almost forgot about it.

Some things can only be done slowly.

She winked at Yue Zihuan, and there was silence at the table for a while.

The side courtyard of Tingtao Garden.

Hall curled up on the tiles, groaning as he slowly woke up.

"Yue Ran...I'm in so much pain, come quickly..."

The werewolf boy stopped talking halfway, and gradually regained consciousness. He opened his eyes wide and remembered everything.

That woman Yue Ran actually forced him to break up with her! !

Hall sat up suddenly, and the severe pain from the broken meridians all over his body made him collapse to the ground instantly. His right cheek hit the floor tile, causing sharp pain.

He hesitantly raised his hand to touch his face, and then found a deep wound on the right side of his cheek.

what happened?

Hall endured the pain all over his body and finally realized that it was Yue Ran who used the master-servant contract between them to transfer the scar on her face!

"Yue Ran, are you crazy? How dare you do this to me?"

Hall was so angry that his heart contracted violently, as if it was being pinched by sharp claws. He raised his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"My heart also..."

In addition to anger, Hall also felt confused and terrified at this moment.

Yue Ran forcibly broke the contract with him without showing any mercy. Not only were his meridians damaged, but his heart meridian was also severely damaged.

To put it bluntly, from now on, he is a useless person.

Not to mention helping Xiaolou succeed, he would also lose his position as the young master of the clan.

Unless someone forms a covenant with him again and transfers his injuries to themselves through a master-servant contract.

Where in the world can one find such a person?

Only the original Yue Ran would be likely to do this for him.

Hall gasped for breath, constantly thinking about what to do next.

In his current condition, if he goes to Xiaolou, he will only become a burden to her.

He couldn't stand Xiaolou crying for him.

"What happened to Yue Ran?"

Hall slowly stood up with the help of the bed. Every step he took felt like he was walking on the edge of a knife.

Being forcibly terminated from the contract would lead to such pain.

Originally, Yue Ran should have borne this.

Everything that he and Xiaolou had planned to happen in a few days, now he no longer had to think about it!

Hall walked to the mirror and looked at the wound on his face. There was a trace of hatred in his eyes, like a burning flame that was forcibly concealed deep inside.

What was more of it was unwillingness, this emotion surged in his eyes like a tide, but he suppressed it tightly.

He must find a way to make Yue Ran willingly form a bond with him again.

At this moment, Yue Ran had already brought the carved railings and jade bricks to the largest teahouse in the capital, and found a seat facing the street to drink tea and enjoy the scenery.

After five years away from Beijing, she finally had the leisure time to enjoy the ordinary life of a noble lady.

Before canceling the contract last night, she not only transferred the wounds on her face to Hall's face, but also packed up all the sword scars she had received over the years and gave them to Hall.

Now her skin is as tender as new, except for the calluses on her hands where she held the sword.

That is the trace of her hard work and cannot be erased.

What she is most concerned about right now is how to deal with Chu Hantian.

If this path with Hall doesn't work, Chu Hantian will never give up, considering how ruthlessly he treated her in his previous life.

Yue Ran looked at the golden glazed tiles of the imperial palace in the distance, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.

She fought for this country and risked her life, but the future crown prince planned to kill her in the most humiliating way.

Is such a crown prince worthy of the Dingbei Army's continued loyalty?

While thinking, Yue Ran suddenly noticed an inexplicable gaze.

The acumen developed on the battlefield is beyond the reach of ordinary people.

She calmly turned her eyes and looked in the direction where her sight was.

Opposite this teahouse is another newly opened teahouse with a sign that reads "Xianrenzui".

A young man was standing quietly in the private room on the second floor of Xianrenzui, looking at Yue Ran from afar.

The man was extremely handsome, with a high nose and deep eyes, which was not very similar to the common appearance of the people of Da Chu. His eyes were deep and bright, revealing a kind of firmness and inquiry.

With Yue Ran's eyesight, he could see that he had long, slightly curly black hair hanging down on his shoulders, a teardrop mole the size of a grain of rice under the corner of his eye, and his slightly pale skin tone softened his sharp eyebrows.

He was wearing a black robe, the texture of which looked very high-quality, with a faint luster. A wide purple-black belt was tied around his waist, outlining his ape back and wasp waist, making him look taller and longer-legged.

Occasionally, a woman on the long street would look up and see the man, and they would blush and whisper to each other.

Even the carved railings and jade bricks behind Yue Ran couldn't help but talk about it:

"The young man across the street is really handsome, no less handsome than the eldest young master."

"I think it's better looking than the eldest son."

Yue Ran raised the teacup in her hand and gently raised her hand towards the man opposite her.

The man in black robe followed suit, raised the tea in his hand, nodded to Yue Ran, and then drank it all in one gulp.

Yue Ran put down the teacup and asked Diao Lan Yu Qi to leave.

She had met that man once before.

The King of Beiliang sent three hostages in this request for peace.

The handsome man in black is the youngest of the three, the eleventh prince, Murong Hui, who is nineteen years old this year, the same age as her.

Murong Bowen loved collecting beauties throughout his life. He had countless beauties in his harem and had dozens of sons, more than a dozen of whom grew up to adulthood.

So he could deliver three protons in one go without even blinking an eye.

He has too many sons, so he wouldn't care even if all three of them died in Da Chu.

These three protons all look like their biological mothers, and each of them is as beautiful as a flower.

Even she couldn't help but look at Murong Hui a few more times when she saw him.

What a pity. If the Great Chu and Northern Liang become enemies again, these three beautiful hostages will be used as sacrifices.

As for herself, her martial arts skills are still there in this life, and she will never let Chu Hantian and others force her into a desperate situation again.

I wonder what other means Chu Hantian plans to use to send her to marriage?