The Emperor's Favorite: The Useless and Crazy Concubine Who Conquers the World

But Ling's father and mother are more powerful after all. Although the light net was temporarily blocked by Ling Xiu Han, it did not dissipate, but instead slowly tightened.

Ling Xiuhan gritted his teeth, and once again, his spiritual energy erupted, attempting to break through the light net. But just as he was about to succeed, Ling's father and mother exchanged glances, then rapidly switched spells with their hands.

Suddenly, countless spiritual tentacles stretched out from the light net and tightly wrapped around Ling Xiuhan's limbs and body, making him unable to move.

"Xiu Han, you've disappointed us so much." Ling's father's face was filled with grief. With a wave of his hand, he took the imprisoned Ling Xiu Han back to the depths of the Holy Palace.

In order to completely cut off Ling Xiu Han's thoughts on Lan Yunyan, Ling's father and mother decided to arrange a marriage for Ling Xiu Han as soon as possible.

They chose the granddaughter of the Qingyun Sect's leader, Su Yao. Su Yao was born gentle and beautiful, and had a high talent for cultivation. She was quite famous among the younger generation of the Qingyun Sect.

Ling's father and mother believed that only a woman like this was worthy of Ling Xiu Han, and only in this way could Ling Xiu Han stay in the Holy Palace with peace of mind and inherit the family business.

As a result, the Holy Palace began to intensively prepare for the wedding. They sent invitations to all major factions, inviting them to attend this grand wedding.

The gold-plated font on the invitation sparkled brightly in the sun, as if declaring that the marriage was irreversible.

After Lan Yunyan learned the news in Qingyun Sect, she felt as if her heart was torn into countless pieces.

Her mind couldn't help but reflect on every detail of her acquaintance with Ling Xiu Han.

They supported each other on their journey of cultivation. Ling Xiuhan patiently guided Lan Yunyan in his swordsmanship, while Lan Yunyan used her tenderness to soothe Ling Xiuhan's body and mind when he was tired.

They once walked side by side in the moonlight and confided in each other; when facing powerful enemies, they protected each other and never left each other.

But now, all this will become a bubble.

Lan Yunyan's tears welled up in her eyes. She gripped the sword tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white.

"Xiu Han, why do you treat me like this?" She cried out in pain in her heart.

Lin Wan'er and Yun Mengyao looked at the heartbroken Lan Yunyan, their hearts filled with pity and anger.

"Yunyan, don't be too sad. We must have a way." Lin Wan'er comforted her.

Yun Mengyao gently hugged Lan Yunyan and said, "This Holy Palace is really going too far. We can't just sit there and wait for death."

Lan Yunyan slowly raised her head, a glint of determination flashing in her eyes: "I will go to the Holy Palace. Even if there is only a glimmer of hope, I will stop this wedding."

Lin Wan'er and Yun Mengyao looked at each other, then nodded firmly: "We will go with you."

When Lan Yunyan and the other two arrived at the Holy Palace, the palace was decorated with lights and was full of joy.

But in Lan Yunyan's eyes, all of this was like a glaring mockery. She walked straight towards the gate of the Holy Palace. Seeing this, the guards immediately stepped forward to stop her.

"Miss Lan, you can't go in. Today is Master Ling's wedding day. If you force your way in, you will be an enemy of the Holy Palace." The captain of the guard said seriously.

Lan Yunyan looked at him coldly: "Get out of the way, or don't blame me for being rude."

After saying this, she unleashed the Qingfeng Sword Technique, the sword flashing and whistling. The guards all made moves to resist, but they were no match for Lan Yunyan's current strength.

Lan Yunyan broke through the guards' line of defense in a few moves and rushed into the Holy Palace.

Inside the Holy Palace, guests had already taken their seats. Ling Xiuhan, dressed in his gorgeous groom's attire, stood in the center of the auditorium, his eyes blank and lifeless.

He had tried to resist the marriage, but Ling's father and mother sealed his spiritual power with a powerful ban, leaving him unable to struggle.

Su Yao, in a nearby room, waited with great joy for the wedding to begin. She had heard of Ling Xiuhan's fame since she was a child and had always admired him. Now that she could marry him, she felt like the happiest woman in the world.

Lan Yunyan rushed into the auditorium, shocking everyone. When Ling's parents saw Lan Yunyan, their faces suddenly darkened.

"Lan Yunyan, how dare you come here to cause trouble!" Ling's father scolded.

Lan Yunyan ignored Ling's father's scolding. Her eyes were fixed on Ling Xiuhan: "Xiuhan, do you really want to marry her?"

When Ling Xiuhan saw Lan Yunyan, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

Just as she was about to answer, her parents interrupted her: "Shut up! Today's marriage is a done deal. If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame us for being rude."

Lan Yunyan slowly walked towards Ling Xiuhan, and the guests around her watched the scene nervously. Just as she was about to reach Ling Xiuhan, Su Yao walked out of the room.

"Are you Lan Yunyan? Why did you ruin my wedding?" Su Yao asked.

Lan Yunyan looked at Su Yao. Although she felt reluctant, her determination never wavered: "Xiu Han and I are truly in love. This marriage should not have existed."

Su Yao sneered: "Really love each other? Mr. Ling wants to marry me now, you'd better give up this idea."

Lan Yunyan ignored Su Yao and continued walking towards Ling Xiuhan. Seeing this, Ling's parents immediately tried to stop her. Lan Yunyan engaged in a fierce battle with them.

She unleashed the Qingfeng Sword Technique, infused with the power of sonic waves. Her sword moves were fierce, and the sound of the sword disturbed the heart. However, Ling's father and mother were, after all, powerful figures of the Holy Palace. They worked together to gradually suppress Lan Yunyan.

Although Lan Yunyan has superb swordsmanship, she gradually feels powerless under the combined efforts of Ling's father and mother.

Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, which slid down her cheeks and wet the collar of her clothes.

But her sword power did not decrease. Each sword strike was wrapped in the power of sound waves, making a buzzing sound, as if venting the grief and anger in her heart.

Ling Xiuhan stood by, his eyes filled with heartache. He struggled mightily, his spiritual energy surging like a raging tide, constantly attacking the restraints, but he was unable to break free.

"Yunyan, don't worry about me, just go away!" he shouted, his voice hoarse with anger.

When Lan Yunyan heard this, she felt even more miserable.

She thought Ling Xiuhan wanted to protect Su Yao and let her leave this embarrassing place.

"Ling Xiu Han, you have such a cruel heart! Have you thrown away all the friendship we had in the past?" Lan Yunyan cried while fighting, her vision blurred by tears, but the sword in her hand was still waving like the wind.