After listening to Yan Shaotang's words, both Yan Wushuang and Ji Ling didn't look very pretty.
Especially Ji Ling, she would never want Yan Wushuang to be that concubine.
But the words "Daqian Dynasty" weighed on their hearts like ancient mountains, making their hearts heavy.
The Daqian Dynasty ranks twelfth among the Hundred Dynasties. There are no less than ten powerful pseudo-sages in the dynasty. It can be said that the country is at its peak and extremely powerful.
The Yanyun Dynasty was not even considered an ant in front of the Daqian Dynasty.
Even the Fengni Dynasty, which ranked sixteenth, was unwilling to openly confront the Daqian Dynasty.
"Cousin, think about it carefully, that is the Daqian Dynasty." Yan Shaotang was still admonishing.
He had had some thoughts about Yan Wushuang before, but later he completely cut it off because he knew that Yan Wushuang didn't like him at all.
But now, the Yanyun Dynasty is in danger, and only Yan Wushuang's sacrifice can save the entire dynasty.
Yan Shaotang took the initiative and wanted to broker this matter.
"Are you still Shuang'er's cousin? Why don't you think about her at all? Don't you know who Prince Dagan is?" Ji Ling's face turned red with anger.
The eighth prince of Daqian behaved in a romantic way and flirted with women.
There are no less than a hundred concubines.
For a prince with such a bad conduct, would Yan Wushuang be happy if she married him as his concubine?
Yan Shaotang's expression was serious and he said to Yan Wushuang, "Are you still thinking about Ye Guchen?"
Yan Wushuang lowered his head slightly and remained silent.
Yan Shaotang shook his head and said: "Cousin Wushuang, please look at it more openly. Ye Guchen is already dead. It is in the past. There is no resurrection after death."
Yan Wushuang clenched her jade hands tightly, and her delicate jade face revealed a hint of pain.
Yan Shaotang didn't care and continued: "Taking a step back, even if Ye Guchen is still alive, so what? Can he save the Yanyun Dynasty? Can he help us deal with the Fengni Dynasty? No! "
"So, people need to be more open-minded. I think the Eighth Prince Daqian is quite sincere."
"That's enough, shut up!" Ji Lingjiao scolded from the side.
She couldn't stand listening anymore.
"Hey, no matter what, at least take a look. Grandpa Huang and the others are also welcoming you." Yan Shaotang shook his head.
"Grandpa Huang..." Yan Wushuang showed a trace of struggle.
The Grandfather they call is the Supreme Emperor of the Yanyun Dynasty, the strongest person in the Yanyun Dynasty, and a top venerable person.
"Okay, I'll go." Yan Wushuang said coldly.
"Shuang'er..." Ji Ling bit her lips and turned white.
"Haha... This is right." Yan Shaotang breathed a sigh of relief.
If Yan Wushuang agrees, all difficulties will be solved.
At this moment, in a magnificent reception hall.
A young man in a lavender robe was sitting leisurely on the Grand Master's chair, with several attendants standing beside him.
If Ye Guchen were here, there would definitely be some surprises.
Because this man in lavender robes was none other than the eighth prince of the Daqian Dynasty, Yang Haolie, whom he met in the chaotic ancient wasteland during his first mission at Shenya Academy.
At that time, Yang Haolie, Xu Zhiqing and others were besieged by death worms, and it was Ye Guchen who came to rescue them.
Later, when Yang Haolie had evil intentions, Ye Guchen directly took out the sword order, which almost scared Yang Haolie out of his wits.
But at this moment, Yang Haolie's attitude was frivolous, and the corners of his mouth raised an arrogant arc, as if he was superior to others.
There was a group of people standing nearby, headed by an old man with yellow hair, who was the Supreme Emperor of the Yanyun Dynasty and the grandfather of Yan Wushuang and others, Yan He.
Behind him, Yan Wushuang's father, Yan Changge, the former master of the Sword Sect Talin, was also prominently listed.
Yan Shaotang's father, Prince Yan Beilin of the Yanyun Dynasty, was also there.
In addition, Yan Feiling, who had been to the Jianzong Pagoda Forest, was also among the crowd.
It can be said that most of the prominent figures in the Yanyun Dynasty gathered here.
"Isn't that Wushuang Princess here yet?" Yang Haolie's tone was slightly impatient.
"The Eighth Prince has been kept waiting for a long time, but he should be here soon." Yan He said warmly.
He is the majestic emperor of the country, but at this moment he has to be a man.
If not for anything else, it was because of Yang Haolie's status as the prince of the Daqian Dynasty.
He called any number of servants, and they were all top-notch venerable men, capable of competing with Yan He.
Not to mention that there were more than ten pseudo-sages in the Daqian Dynasty.
This kind of status is not something that a mere Yanyun dynasty can provoke.
What's more, the Fengnie Dynasty is approaching crisis. Only with the help of the Daqian Dynasty can the Yanyun Dynasty overcome this difficulty.
Not long after, three figures walked in from outside the living room.
It was Yan Wushuang, Ji Ling, and Yan Shaotang.
When he saw Yan Wushuang arriving, Yang Haolie's eyes lit up.
Yan Wushuang has a delicate appearance and a tall figure.
In particular, a pair of long, snow-white legs with graceful lines are even more eye-catching.
"Tsk tsk... What a pleasure it would be if these long legs were wrapped around the waist?" Yang Haolie thought to himself, with a lustful look in his eyes.
He likes women, and he wanted to conquer Xu Zhiqing in the ancient wasteland, but Xu Zhiqing ended up with Ye Guchen.
Later, Yang Haolie accidentally saw Yan Wushuang participating in the experience during a secret realm experience, and was immediately attracted.
After learning that the Fengni Dynasty was about to attack the Yanyun Dynasty, Yang Haolie came directly to the Yanyun Dynasty and wanted to take Yan Wushuang as his concubine.
Yan Wushuang frowned slightly when she saw the lustful look in Yang Haolie's eyes.
She suppressed the disgust in her heart and bowed slightly: "Wu Shuang has met the Eighth Prince."
"Haha, Princess Wushuang, we will be a family from now on, why should we be so secluded?" Yang Haolie laughed.
Yan Wushuang frowned and said, "Wushuang doesn't know what the eighth prince said."
"Oh, you mean, you don't want to be my prince's concubine?" Yang Haolie's smile disappeared and his tone was slightly cold.
The entourage on the side yelled loudly: "How dare you, a mere princess from a small country, it is your honor to be favored by His Highness the Prince, yet you dare to refuse!"
The scolding from the entourage made Yanhe and others look unhappy.
No matter how Yan Wushuang is, she is still a princess of a country, but she is scolded by one of Yang Haolie's followers. What does it look like?
Yan Changge took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
His current cultivation level has also reached the sixth level of the Venerable Heaven.
But even so, it was nothing in front of the Daqian Dynasty.
Yang Haolie crossed his legs and said calmly: "This prince also knows the situation of your Yanyun Dynasty, and I came here to help you. As long as Princess Wushuang is willing to marry this prince, I, the prince, will settle the affairs of the Fengni Dynasty for you!"
Yang Haolie waved his hand, looking quite domineering.
The eyes of Yan Beilin, Yan Shaotang, Yan Feiling and others all lit up.
They absolutely do not want the Yanyun Dynasty to be destroyed. In that case, they will have nothing to gain.
The price paid for getting help from the Daqian Dynasty was to marry Yan Wushuang as a concubine.
In their opinion, this kind of deal is a great deal.
Even the Supreme Emperor Yanhe also showed hesitation on his old face.
Due to both emotions and reasons, he definitely didn't want to wrong his granddaughter.
But compared with the entire Yanyun Dynasty, Yan Wushuang's happiness seems insignificant.