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

Zhou Wenzhen hurried and finally arrived at the Dali Temple. When he saw the huge crowds of people and cars in front of the gate, he felt that his already sparse beard was about to fall out.

After finally parting the crowd, he saw several magnificent carriages in the huge crowd. He guessed that the people coming must be rich or noble.

Pei Du, the Junior Official of the Dali Temple, who was standing at the gate and waiting eagerly, saw Zhou Wenzheng as if he had found a life-saving straw. He invited him aside and whispered:

"There are many people here today. Not only has His Royal Highness the Crown Prince come, he has also invited the hostages from Beiliang to attend the trial together."

When Zhou Wen Zheng heard this, veins bulged on his forehead.

What does the prince want to do?

The case of King Dingbei was originally an internal affair of the Great Chu Dynasty. Why invite a hostage from Beiliang to join in the fun?

He calmed himself down with a stern face, then strode towards the lobby with his head held high.

In the lobby of the Dali Temple, the first thing you see is a slender figure in red brocade clothes, with her black hair combed into cloud-like buns and her slender but strong back standing straight, like a javelin that cannot be ignored.

Yue Ran heard the noise, turned around and bowed to Zhou Wen Zheng.

Zhou Wenzhen nodded indifferently, glanced at Yue Zihuan who was tied up like a dumpling and thrown on the ground, raised his eyes, and his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

At the center of the hall, Crown Prince Chu Hantian was sitting quietly in a seat that Zhou Wenzhen was familiar with. His face was as calm as a sculpture, but his tightly pursed thin lips and slightly furrowed brows clearly showed his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Beside the prince stood a pretty woman. Although she was wearing men's clothes and had her long black hair tied up high, her delicate, smooth skin and rosy lips showed at first glance that she was a beauty.

...I think this person is the prince's new concubine, Feng Xiaolou.

The prince always took her with him when he went to the Dali Temple, so she must have been quite favored.

But wearing men's clothes and putting on makeup makes people feel very weird.

Zhou Wenzheng's eyes quickly swept over Feng Xiaolou and bowed to the prince:

"Your Highness, I, the Minister of the Dali Temple, Zhou Wenzheng, pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

Chu Hantian stretched out his hand and pretended to surrender:

"Master Zhou, please excuse me. I am not here to interfere in other people's affairs. This is a serious matter, so I have no choice but to come here in person to hear the trial."

Having said that, he didn't even move his butt. He just pointed to the table that was temporarily placed next to him. Today, Zhou Wenzhen could only try the case at the table next to him.

The prince's voice was low and cold, and Zhou Wenzheng's heart sank slightly when he heard it.

Before he could speak, someone beside him smiled sarcastically:

"We've been here for so long. When is the trial going to start? I got up very early today."

Everyone looked at the person who spoke.

There were several armchairs on the right side of the lobby, and three tall men with handsome looks and unique styles were sitting on them. They were all tall and strong, and their features and aura were not similar to those of the people from the Great Chu.

The person who spoke was the young man sitting in the middle with an enchanting appearance and unfriendly eyes, Murong Jian, the tenth prince of Beiliang.

He crossed his legs and tapped the armrests lightly with his slender fingers, the rhythm was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, even a blind person could see his impatience.

The officials of Da Chu present suppressed their displeasure and pretended not to hear it.

There was no way out. The prince had personally invited people to the trial, and they didn’t have the courage to drive them away.

Yue Ran glanced at the protons casually and didn't care.

I don’t know what obsession these royal people have, from the Queen Mother to Chu Hantian, they all like to see her humiliated in front of the Beiliang people.

It was as if if she was humiliated in front of the Beiliang people, the honor of the royal family of Da Chu would be increased.

But in just this casual glance, an unignorable gaze was fixed on her.

Out of a soldier's instinct, Yue Ran looked back again warily.

The person staring at her was Murong Hui, who was sitting at the last seat.

Ever since they parted at Qingquan Mountain that day, Yue Ran hadn't seen him for several days.

According to the spies, these three protons usually behave in a law-abiding manner.

Murong Chi rarely leaves the house, and seems to be suffering from some deficiency. A few days ago, he brought a lot of Buddhist scriptures into the house.

Murong Jian'ai frequented brothels, but he always listened to the songs sung by prostitutes. He was generous with his money and was very popular in the red-light district. In addition, he was very handsome, so he had become the best patron in the eyes of the courtesans.

Murong Hui's movements were almost always confined to two points. Apart from staying at home, he would go to Xianrenzui to drink tea. However, for some reason he recently bought a house in Lihua Lane, which was very close to Feng Xiaolou's house, but he didn't live there. No one knew what he wanted to do with it.

Yue Ran looked at Murong Hui deeply, with no expression of joy or anger on her face.

Murong Hui smiled at her openly, his white teeth were quite dazzling.

His long black hair was casually tied behind his head, with a few strands hanging down, adding a bit of casualness and elegance, and highlighting his sword-like eyebrows, starry eyes, straight nose, and heroic look between his brows.

Today he still wore a black robe embroidered with intricate patterns, and a golden belt around his waist outlined his thin waist.

His right hand was placed naturally on his knee, his posture was calm and unhurried, and his every move revealed an aristocratic temperament.

At this moment, many princes gathered in the hall of Dali Temple, but no one could ignore Murong Hui's existence. Although he was sitting at the last seat, his momentum was no less than Chu Hantian.

Yue Ran scanned the entire lobby calmly and was amused to find that even Feng Xiaolou couldn't help but look at Murong Hui frequently.

If Chu Hantian's attention had not been on Yue Zihuan, he would have probably started to get jealous.

"Yue Ran, Yue Zihuan is your brother, you are being too rude to him!"

Before Zhou Wen Zheng even sat down, Chu Hantian had already attacked Yue Ran.

Yue Zihuan had a cloth ball stuffed in his mouth. He almost cried when he heard Chu Hantian's words. He sobbed and glared at Yue Ran with bloodshot eyes.

Yue Ran did not retreat. Instead, she stepped on Yue Zihuan's back and looked at Chu Hantian with eyes that were like a snow-capped mountain lake in the early morning light, clear and bright but containing a biting chill.

"Your Highness, Yue Zihuan is guilty of a serious crime. One of the crimes is that he bribed the imperial physician to poison his father, and the other is that he falsely accused his father of regicide. For such a vicious person, I have no choice but to tie him up."

Yue Ran's voice was not loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears.

Feng Xiaolou's eyes moved slightly, and a strong sense of unwillingness surged in his heart.

This Yue Ran always wants to show off his profound skills in front of her.

Who doesn’t know some martial arts?

Feng Xiaolou frowned slightly and said disapprovingly:

"Sister, my cousin is your brother. How can you slander him like this without any evidence?"

Her voice was gentle, yet everyone in the Dali Temple could hear it clearly.

When Yue Zihuan heard Feng Xiaolou's words, he stopped struggling and looked straight at her with tears flashing in his eyes.

Xiaolou is different from Yue Ran, that cold-hearted woman. She really cares about his safety all the time.