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Upon hearing Jun Jiuxiao's words, Chu Huaizhong was struck dumb, his body jolted, and he stood there like a wooden chicken.

For a long time, Chu Huaizhong regarded Jun Jiuxiao as a brother of the same generation, and even more so as a close friend who would share life and death with him.

However, at this very moment, this mighty war god prince, who was renowned throughout the world, actually wanted him to be his father-in-law.

He even vowed to marry his own daughter, which greatly surprised him.

Chu Huaizhong's lips parted slightly, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated, yet it was as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping his throat, making it difficult for him to utter a sound.

After a long while, he came to his senses as if waking from a dream, and subconsciously nodded, a movement as light as a feather, yet as heavy as a thousand pounds.

As to whether this nod signifies agreement to the marriage or merely awareness of it, even he himself is probably completely baffled and unable to say for sure.

Jun Jiuxiao gazed at the carriage with deep affection one last time. Through the carriage window, he could vaguely see Chu Xingyao sleeping soundly inside, like a quiet kitten.

A fleeting hint of reluctance, like a shooting star, flashed deep in his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed.

Immediately, he turned around resolutely and mounted his horse with the fluidity of flowing water.

With a crisp crack of the whip, Jun Jiuxiao's steed galloped away like an arrow released from a bow.

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the swirling snow, leaving only a trail of hoofprints fading into the distance, like a musical note left behind on the snow.

Chu Huaizhong remained standing quietly, gazing intently in the direction Jun Jiuxiao had gone, his heart filled with countless emotions, surging like a tidal wave, beyond words.

This night was undoubtedly a sleepless one for Jun Xuanche.

He was filled with disbelief and confusion, unable to accept the fact that he could not marry Chu Xingyao.

In the game of power, he always thought he had victory in his grasp, but reality dealt him a heavy blow.

Without Chu Xingyao, his future plans seemed to be in jeopardy, and the unease and anxiety in his heart were ever-present and difficult to dispel.

Chu Xinglan was so angry that she couldn't sleep all night. She remembered Consort Su's instructions: if Chu Xingyao couldn't marry the Prince of Yan, she wouldn't be able to become the Prince of Yan's concubine.

This was undoubtedly a huge blow to her status. The resentment and dissatisfaction in her heart made it difficult for her to sleep, and the anger on her face became more and more obvious.

Xie Wanning didn't close her eyes all night, tears streaming down her face like a burst dam, her cries were so pitiful that she almost couldn't speak.

Her jealousy of Chu Xingyao burned like a raging fire in her heart, completely impossible to conceal.

In Xie Wanning's heart, Jun Jiuxiao was always the ideal man she longed for and dreamed of.

But now, Chu Xingyao has become his queen without lifting a finger.

She even dared to make outrageous demands like wanting to spend her whole life with him and grow old together!

This is all so unfair, Xie Wanning just can't understand it.

Why was it Chu Xingyao who was able to so easily capture Jun Jiuxiao's heart?

But he could only hide in a corner like a pitiful wretch, silently grieving, his heart filled with endless imbalance and deep grievances.

Meanwhile, Chu Xingyao's father, Chu Huaizhong, also couldn't sleep all night.

He sat quietly at the head of the bed, his face filled with worry, his brows furrowed, his heart filled with doubt and unease.

Faced with this sudden and enormous change, he felt helpless and had no idea how to handle it properly.

After much deliberation, Chu Huaizhong finally made up his mind.

If one's precious daughter truly cannot escape the fate of marrying into the royal family,

So he would rather let Chu Xingyao marry Jun Jiuxiao.

After all, he had witnessed Jun Jiuxiao's character and conduct during the years they spent together on the battlefield, and knew that he was of upright character and outstanding ability.

In addition, Jun Jiuxiao has always been very obedient and caring towards Chu Xingyao, treating her with utmost affection and tenderness.

Therefore, entrusting Chu Xingyao to such a man might not be such a bad thing after all...

Meanwhile, Jun Jiuxiao was also extremely busy that night.

He stood tall and straight in the storeroom, his gaze focused and serious as he carefully selected each betrothal gift.

He would carefully examine and repeatedly inspect each item he picked up, making sure to select only the finest pieces and striving to make each one a flawless masterpiece.

He had extremely high standards and strict requirements for these betrothal gifts, even more so than for anything else.

Time passed by, minute by minute, and before we knew it, the eastern sky was gradually turning a pale white.

After a night of meticulous preparation, Jun Jiuxiao finally prepared over three hundred boxes of generous betrothal gifts.

Each of these boxes of betrothal gifts contained his deep love and endless tenderness for Chu Xingyao.

Meanwhile, Chu Xingyao, having drunk too much wine the night before, was now immersed in a sweet dream.

In her dream, she found herself at a magnificent and solemn palace banquet.

Moreover, in front of all the civil and military officials, she boldly kissed the awe-inspiring war god prince—who was also her beloved Yao Chen brother…

The next morning, as the first warm and gentle rays of sunlight streamed into the room through the thin curtains, Chu Xingyao, still half-asleep, was in the throes of sleep.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar, and it turned out to be her personal maid, Pearl, rushing to the bedside.

"Miss! Get up quickly! His Highness the War King has arrived at the manor to personally present the betrothal gifts!"

Pearl looked anxious, and her voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

Startled awake by the sudden shout, Chu Xingyao sat up abruptly, her face still showing a lingering look of confusion.

Somewhat confused, he asked, "Who did you say came?"

"Oh dear, my good lady! It's His Highness the War King!" Upon seeing this, Pearl quickly repeated the explanation.

Chu Xingyao blinked her bright, large eyes, her face full of confusion and doubt.

He asked softly, "What brings Your Highness, the War King, here?"

Standing to the side, Pearl was extremely anxious and sweating profusely. While frantically helping Chu Xingyao wash up, she impatiently said:

"Oh dear, my good lady! His Highness the War King has come to our manor to present betrothal gifts!"

As she spoke, Pearl took a deep breath and continued to tell Chu Xingyao about what had happened yesterday.

"Miss, do you remember? Right there in the Hall of Supreme Harmony, you actually dared to forcibly kiss His Highness the War King!"

"Afterwards, because you drank too much, you fell fast asleep in His Highness the War King's warm embrace."

"This has blown up quite a bit! The Emperor immediately bestowed a marriage upon you and His Highness the Prince of War. Now the marriage is a done deal, there's no room for negotiation..."