The eyes of many members of the Yanyun Dynasty royal family present all fell on Yan Wushuang.
His eyes were full of hope and enthusiasm.
The only way now is to let Yan Wushuang agree to Yang Haolie's request.
In the field, only Yan Changge, Ji Ling and others had tense expressions and couldn't bear it.
It is really sad that the entire Yanyun Dynasty had to be saved by sacrificing the happiness of a young girl.
But this world is like this, the strong are respected.
If you have strong strength and background, you can do whatever you want.
Yang Haolie looked at Yan Wushuang playfully.
With his status, he can actually use strong methods to force Yan Wushuang.
But that would be too boring.
Yang Haolie likes to see those women who clearly don't want to, but can only succumb to his humiliation.
Yan Wushuang clenched her jade hands so tightly that her joints turned white.
The jade face showed a look of extreme struggle.
After Ye Guchen, she had never met a man who could make her even a little bit moved.
But her father, her grandfather, and everyone in Jianzong Talin were all in the Yanyun Dynasty.
If the Yanyun Dynasty collapses, these people will also fall with it.
This is definitely not what Yan Wushuang wants to see.
Taking a deep breath, Yan Wushuang's chest rose and fell, and she said in a difficult tone: "Can you give me three days to think about it?"
Yan Wushuang has difficulty making a decision now.
Yang Haolie frowned, but immediately relaxed: "Well, I am not a stingy person. It is only three days. I can afford to wait, but..."
Yang Haolie changed the subject and continued: "There is no telling when the Feng Nie Dynasty will attack."
What he meant was that if Yan Wushuang continued to delay, it would be too late by the time the Feng Nie Dynasty attacked.
Upon hearing this, Yan Shaotang and others' expressions suddenly changed, and they felt uneasy.
After finishing speaking, Yang Haolie and his entourage left.
In the living room, the atmosphere was dull and dead.
"Shuang Er, it's all my father's fault..." Yan Changge's face showed hidden pain.
The reason why the Feng Nie Dynasty started a war was precisely because of the Feng Nie Empress.
She has always been resentful that Yan Changge abandoned him and chose an ordinary woman.
After Yan Changge and others returned to the Yanyun Dynasty, Empress Feng Ni's hidden hatred was once again aroused, and she decided to conquer the Yanyun Dynasty.
"Father, no need to say more, this is none of your business." Yan Wushuang said with a forced smile.
"Shuang'er, my Yanyun Dynasty is too weak, so I have to rely on you..." Yan He's old face showed a look of shame.
Yan Beilin responded: "Niece, you must be more open-minded. The survival of the entire Yanyun Dynasty depends on your choice."
How absurd it is that the survival of a dynasty depends on the happiness of a young girl.
"Shuang'er knows, please leave me alone for a while." Yan Wushuang turned and left, her back looking a little sad.
"Shuang'er..." Ji Ling's eyes were slightly red.
Who knows how much Yan Wushuang endured?
The entire Yanyun royal family was in a state of gloom and gloom.
Ye Guchen, Mu Xingzhu, and Lin Tu finally took a flying boat and arrived in Yandu.
They landed outside Yandu.
Ye Guchen put on a ghost face mask, a black cloak, and a hood.
Mu Xingzhu also wore a silver mask.
Lin Tu followed them quietly.
After entering Yandu, Ye Guchen and Mu Xingzhu did not go to the palace immediately, but found a restaurant.
They also heard the news that the Fengni Dynasty was going to attack the Yanyun Dynasty.
"So that's it." Ye Guchen suddenly realized.
He had passed by the Fengnie Dynasty before and saw that the Fengnie Dynasty had mobilized millions of troops. He did not expect that they would come to attack the Yanyun Dynasty.
"Fortunately we are here, otherwise senior sister and the others would be in danger." Mu Xingzhu patted his chest, a little scared.
Ye Guchen also sighed.
Fortunately, I listened to Mu Xingzhu's words and came to Yanyun Dynasty to have a look.
Otherwise, it is very likely that when we come back next time, the Yanyun Dynasty will have been reduced to ruins.
At this time, someone at the side table once again whispered: "I wonder if Princess Wushuang will marry the eighth prince this time."
"It should be possible. After all, our Yanyun Dynasty can only survive by relying on the Daqian Dynasty."
"Hey, it's such a pity that Princess Wushuang has to marry that kind of person." Someone sighed, feeling sorry for Yan Wushuang.
"Huh? The eighth prince of the Daqian Dynasty?"
Under the grimace mask, Ye Guchen's eyebrows were furrowed.
If he remembered correctly, the eighth prince of the Daqian Dynasty was the same Yang Haolie he had met when he was doing a mission in the Ancient Wasteland.
Unexpectedly, Yang Haolie was eyeing Yan Wushuang.
This made Ye Guchen's face turn slightly cold.
"It's too much. You dare to force senior sister. It's really despicable and shameless." Mu Xingzhu was also furious.
Yang Haolie was obviously taking advantage of the Fengnie Dynasty to force Yan Wushuang to marry him.
This made Mu Xingzhu feel extremely disgusted.
However, at this moment, a group of people walked into the restaurant.
Everyone in the restaurant glanced at him, and immediately froze, and hurriedly closed their mouths, with trembling eyes.
The leader, dressed in lavender attire, was Yang Haolie.
He was followed by his entourage.
Yang Haolie and others took their seats. Seeing this, the others around him hurriedly got up and walked downstairs, not daring to stay next to Yang Haolie for even a second.
Only Ye Guchen and the other three were still sitting calmly.
Yang Haolie didn't notice Ye Guchen and others, and took a sip from the wine glass alone.
An attendant on the side flattered him and said: "That Yan Wushuang is really ignorant. His Highness the Prince intends to take her as his concubine. It should be her honor, but he refuses in every possible way."
Yang Haolie shook the wine in his glass and said with a cold smile: "It's normal. You want to pretend to be a chaste and fierce woman. I have seen many such women, but in the end, didn't you still obediently submit to me?"
Hearing these words, Ye Guchen, who was sitting in the corner, gradually had a cold light in his eyes.
A trace of murderous intent disappeared in a flash.
The attendant then asked: "Your Highness, what if Yan Wushuang still refuses after three days?"
"If you still refuse...hehe..." Yang Haolie had a cold look on his face.
"Then there is no need for the Fengnie Dynasty to take action. This prince will first destroy the Yanyun Dynasty and slaughter her family, relatives and friends in front of her to see if she will surrender!"
"His Royal Highness is very resourceful." The attendant said flatteringly.
"Haha, of course, this is the last resort." Yang Haolie smiled casually.
But at this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded.
"Is your thoughts too vicious?"
"Huh?" Yang Haolie raised his eyebrows and then noticed the three figures in the corner.
He vaguely thought he had heard this voice somewhere, but when he thought about it carefully, he had no clue.
Shaking his head slightly, Yang Haolie said indifferently: "You are really unlucky, you just happened to be in a bad mood!"
Yang Haolie held the wine glass with a cold tone.
Those followers immediately understood and burst out with momentum. They were all powerful men at the level of venerables.
"If you dare to offend His Highness the Prince, you untouchables are really looking for death!"
The several venerable followers shouted coldly, then all attacked Ye Guchen and others, and blasted away.
Yang Haolie didn't pay attention to them at all and drank alone.
At this time, Lin Tu, who was sitting next to Ye Guchen, had a cold face and raised his hand to explore.
Phew! Phew! Phew! Phew!
The bodies of those venerable followers exploded and turned into bloody flowers.
The splattered blood sprayed all over Yang Haolie, and the wine in his glass turned blood red.
"this……"
Yang Haolie was stunned, his face stained with blood froze, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole, and his breathing seemed to have stopped.