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

East Palace.

Chu Hantian stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the magnificent scenery in the garden. A storm was about to burst out of his eyes, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his expression was extremely gloomy.

"You just said that Yue Ran forcibly terminated the contract with Hall last night?"

Chu Hantian asked Yue Zihuan in a deep voice.

Yue Zihuan looked solemn and nodded his head.

Then a sweet white glaze teacup was smashed to the ground, and the broken pieces of porcelain brushed against the corner of Yue Zihuan's clothes, but he did not dare to move.

The prince was usually polite to others and respected the wise and virtuous, but after living with him for a few years, he found that the crown prince could be very scary when he got angry.

They had been planning for several years, waiting for Yue Ran to repel Beiliang, and then find a way to forcibly terminate the orc contract through Hall, seriously injuring Yue Ran, and then take advantage of her weakness to destroy all her military power.

As a result, there is no one in the Dingbei Palace who can unite the Dingbei Army.

At that time, he would push Yue Zihuan forward. Considering that Yue Zihuan was the eldest son of King Dingbei, the Dingbei army would have no other choice but to follow Yue Zihuan's lead.

Yue Zihuan had long been his confidant. If the Dingbei Army obeyed Yue Zihuan, it would be equivalent to obeying the crown prince of Great Chu.

The Dingbei Army had amazing combat effectiveness, and many years ago it only recognized the Northern King Yue Yuan.

After Yue Yuan broke his leg, other generals in the court also tried to go to the northern border to command the Dingbei Army, but the results were not good.

In the end, it was still the people from Dingbei Palace who took charge of the army and stabilized the morale of the troops.

Even though this person was Yue Ran, the eldest daughter of Prince Dingbei, Chu Hantian still felt uncomfortable.

Yue Ran took away Xiaolou's noble status and seized the command of the Dingbei Army.

Both publicly and privately, she is a thorn in Chu Hantian's side.

The corners of Chu Hantian's mouth curved downwards slightly. He had actually already arranged a way out for Yue Ran.

The only fate of this woman should be to die in humiliation in Beiliang.

Everything she has will belong to Xiaolou.

In the garden, there is a girl dressed in men's clothing dancing with a sword in the pavilion. Her figure is graceful, and the shadow of the sword and the colorful clothes complement each other, which is a beautiful sight.

Chu Hantian looked at the girl dancing with the sword, and his cold eyes gradually became gentle.

Xiaolou's talent is no less than Yue Ran's. She even worshipped the Sword Saint of Great Chu as her teacher and learns everything quickly.

If she had not been born weak, had a difficult-to-cure heart disease, and had not been unable to adapt to the climate of the northern border, how could Yue Ran have been the number one female general of the Great Chu today?

Behind Chu Hantian, Yue Zihuan looked at Feng Xiaolou with a gradually insane look in his eyes.

Xiaolou, she deserves all the best things in the world.

If he could get Xiaolou to smile, he would sacrifice his own sister.

What's more, if Xiaolou's mother was not Yue Ran's biological mother, she would have already married into the Dingbei Palace and possessed a noble status.

Nowadays, Xiaolou and her daughter can only live in a house in the capital that is much more shabby than the Dingbei Palace.

All the grievances Xiaolou suffered were caused by Yue Ran and her daughter.

The two men in the East Palace study had extremely determined looks in their eyes.

Dingbei Palace.

After returning to the palace, Yue Ran went to the main hall to pay his respects to King Dingbei.

But Yue Yuan was sitting on the seat of honor with a bad look on his face, his concubine Song was sitting beside him with a smile on her face, and there was also a noble lady who was sitting on a chair with an embarrassed look on her face.

Seeing Yue Ran, Yue Yuan's expression softened a little.

Song stood up quickly and came over with a smile:

"The young lady is finally back. We have been waiting for you for a long time."

The strange lady next to her also stood up and looked Yue Ran up and down with her shrewd eyes, especially at Yue Ran's face, as if she wanted to stare a hole in Yue Ran's right cheek.

Yue Ran frowned slightly. The way this lady looked at people made people feel uncomfortable, as if she was selecting cabbages in the vegetable market.

Song has already begun to introduce:

"Madam Ling, this is the eldest daughter of our palace. Ranran, this is the wife of Cheng Weicheng, the Grand Secretary of the Privy Council. Her surname is Ling, and she is a very straightforward person."

Madam Ling was still looking at Yue Ran's face. Yue Ran pulled the corner of his mouth and nodded faintly:

"Mrs. Ling."

Mrs. Ling immediately pulled a long face:

"Princess, I am an elder after all. How come you, a young lady, don't even know the etiquette?"

Song cleared her throat, glanced at the increasingly unhappy Prince Dingbei, and quickly supported Madam Ling's arm:

"Sister Ling, our Ranran just came back from the Northern Territory. It's normal for her to forget some etiquette."

Song had finally become the legitimate wife, and it was rare for noble ladies in the capital to be on good terms with her.

This Ling had only been back in Beijing with her husband for a few years. She was domineering and had few close friends.

Although Song was a concubine in the palace, she was very obedient to Ling, and the two of them became close friends.

Today, Song invited Ling to the Dingbei Palace under the pretext of arranging a marriage for Yue Ran, preparing to give Yue Ran a warning.

Unexpectedly, even though the prince's leg injury was acting up, when he heard someone was proposing marriage to Yue Ran, he insisted on coming to the main hall to meet her.

As expected, with Ling's personality, she offended the prince severely after just a few words.

Song didn't agree in her heart and didn't know where the prince got his confidence from.

Yue Ran is already nineteen years old, an old maid. Unlike other noble ladies in the capital, she is not famous for her talent, but she has a bad reputation.

Ling is arranging a marriage for her nephew today, so it doesn't seem too unfair to Yue Ran.

Isn’t it just that Ling’s nephew is ten years older than Yue Ran and doesn’t hold a proper official position?

Yue Yuan snorted coldly and said:

"Ranran, come to father!"

If he hadn't been afraid that Ling would gossip outside and ruin his daughter's reputation, he would have wanted to kick Ling out of the palace.

His daughter is only nineteen years old, she can go to the hall and fight wild wolves, who is Ling's nephew, how dare he covet his Ranran?

Song was indeed too shortsighted. The worst mistake he had ever made in his life was to make Song his legal wife.

Yue Ran gave King Dingbei a reassuring smile and turned to look at Madam Ling.

"Master Cheng of the Privy Council has a good reputation. Yue Ran has heard of it a long time ago. I'm sure that since Madam has such a husband, she must have received an imperial decree, right?"

Upon hearing this, Ling raised her chin slightly with a proud smile on her face:

"My husband is favored by the emperor. This year, the emperor has appointed me as a third-rank lady!"

Yue Ran nodded in understanding, then said leisurely:

"Since Madam is so particular about etiquette, why don't you show courtesy when you meet this general?!"

When he said the last few words, Yue Ran's voice became cold and hard, and a murderous aura instantly emanated from his whole body.

Song and Ling took a step back at the same time.

Although Ling heard that Princess Yue Ran of the Dingbei Palace was appointed as a general after returning from the war, she has always looked down on her daughters showing up in public. Her husband Cheng Wei also has the same personality and did not tell his wife about Yue Ran's reward.

Therefore, Ling was not very clear about Yue Ran's rank.

As a king of a different surname, Prince Dingbei has always kept a low profile in the capital and never used his power to bully others. In addition, Song usually flatters her, so Ling has become accustomed to looking down on Prince Dingbei's Mansion.

She was shocked and angry, and said in a trembling voice:

"What kind of general are you? How can a girl be called a general?"

Yue Ran looked at Ling coldly and said word by word:

"I am a cavalry general appointed by His Majesty himself, and my official rank is second grade!"

"Mrs. Ling, since you are so polite, then please salute this general!"

Ling's face turned pale and blue.

Her family was a wealthy merchant family in Jiangnan. She was spoiled by her elders, and her husband was very respectful to her after she got married, which led to her domineering personality.

With her knowledge, she never thought that her daughter could be appointed as a second-rank general.

Second rank, her husband is also second rank!

Ling suddenly felt ashamed and couldn't help blaming Song for not making it clear in advance.

Then she actually felt happy again. If a second-rank female general married her nephew, wouldn't his future career be bright?

Thinking of this, Ling laughed out loud, and walked forward to hold Yue Ran's hand:

"Oh, it's my fault that I didn't figure it out. Blame it on me, Ranran. I was delighted when I saw you. I have a nephew at home. He has a face like a silver basin and is very blessed. He is only ten years older than you and has no wife..."

Yue Ran smiled and shook his head, avoiding Ling, and then said loudly:

"Madam Ling, you have forgotten your manners again. Even if you don't address me as General Yue, you should at least address me as Princess. This is the first time we have met, and it seems inappropriate for you to address me by my maiden name."

Ling was not discouraged. She now looked at Yue Ran as if she was looking at a smooth road ahead. As long as her nephew could marry Yue Ran, her family's rise to prominence would be just around the corner.

"Ranran, you are being too formal, aren't you? Just call me aunt from now on. Who knows, maybe next year you will follow my nephew and call me aunt..."

King Dingbei's face had turned as black as charcoal, and he started coughing loudly:

"Song, I don't feel well, please send me away immediately!!"

Song quickly dragged Ling out of the main hall.

When King Dingbei heard the footsteps outside fading away, he was so angry that he smashed a teacup.

"What the hell! How dare you come to my palace to propose marriage?"

The Song family has been humble for so many years, but now their true colors have finally been revealed.

Yue Ran patted his father on the back and comforted him softly:

"Dad, don't be angry. Your health is more important."

She was not worried that Song would marry her off casually. After all, Emperor Shengwen had issued an order and no one could interfere with her marriage.

But she was really worried about the Song family.

If there was really no other way, she could only find something for the Song family to do.