After listening to Yan Shaotang's words, Yan Wushuang and Ji Ling's faces were not very good-looking.

Especially Ji Ling, she never wanted Yan Wushuang to be the concubine of the disciple.

But the four words of the Daqian Dynasty pressed on their hearts like the ancient mountains, making their hearts heavy.

The Great Qian Dynasty, ranked twelfth among the 100 major dynasties, and there were no less than ten pseudo-saint powerhouses in the dynasty, which can be described as the peak of national strength and extremely strong.

In front of the Great Qian Dynasty, the Yanyun Dynasty was not even an ant.

Even the Fengne Dynasty, which ranked sixteenth, was unwilling to blatantly confront the Daqian Dynasty.

"Cousin, think about it, that's the Great Qian Dynasty. Yan Shaotang was still admonishing.

He also had a little thought about Yan Wushuang before, but then he completely broke it off, because he knew that Yan Wushuang didn't look down on him at all.

And now, the Yanyun Dynasty is in danger, and only by Yan Wushuang's dedication can it be possible to save the entire dynasty.

Yan Shaotang took the initiative to jump out and wanted to match this matter.

"Are you still Shuang'er's cousin, why don't you think about her at all, don't you know who the prince of Daqian is?" Ji Ling's face turned red with anger.

The Eighth Prince of the Great Qian, acting romantically, touching flowers and grass.

There are no less than 100 concubines.

With such a bad character, will Yan Wushuang be happy if he marries him as a concubine?

Yan Shaotang's face turned pale, and he said to Yan Wushuang: "Are you still thinking about Ye Guchen?"

Yan Wushuang lowered his head slightly and was silent.

Yan Shaotang shook his head and said: "Cousin Wushuang, look at it, Ye Guchen is dead, it's already in the past, and people can't be resurrected after death." ”

Yan Wushuang's jade hand was clenched, and her delicate jade face showed a hint of pain.

Yan Shaotang didn't care, and continued: "Take 10,000 steps back, even if Ye Guchen is still alive, what if he can save the Yanyun Dynasty, can he help us deal with the Fengni Dynasty, can't!"

"Therefore, people have to look at the point, I think the eighth prince of the great Qianqian is quite sincere. ”

"Enough, shut up!" Ji Lingjiao scolded on the side.

She couldn't take it anymore.

"Hey, no matter what, you at least take a look, the imperial grandfather is also receiving them. Yan Shaotang shook his head and said.

"Imperial grandfather......" Yan Wushuang showed a hint of struggle on his face.

The imperial grandfather in their mouth is the Emperor Taishang of the Yanyun Dynasty, and he is also the strongest person of the Yanyun Dynasty, a top venerable.

"Okay, I'll go. Yan Wushuang said coldly.

"Shuang'er......" Ji Ling's lips were bitten white.

"Huh...... That's right. Yan Shaotang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

If Yan Wushuang agrees, then all difficulties will be solved.

At the moment, in a splendid reception hall.

A young man in a lilac robe was sitting leisurely on the Taishi chair, and there were several attendants standing beside him.

If Ye Guchen was here, there would definitely be some surprises.

Because this lilac robe man is none other than Yang Haolie, the eighth prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, whom he met on the chaotic wasteland when he was on his first mission at the Divine Cliff Academy.

At that time, Yang Haolie, Xu Zhiqing and others were besieged by death worms, and it was Ye Guchen who took action to relieve them.

Later, Yang Haolie had a bad heart, and Ye Guchen directly took out the sword order, which almost scared Yang Haolie out of his guts.

But at this moment, Yang Haolie's attitude was frivolous, and the corners of his mouth provoked an arrogant arc, as if he was superior.

There was also a group of people standing on the side, led by a yellow-haired old man, who was the Emperor Taishang of the Yanyun Dynasty, the grandfather of Yan Wushuang and others, Yan He.

Behind him, Yan Wushuang's father, Yan Changge, the former Lord of the Sword Sect Tallinn, was also impressively listed.

There is also Yan Shaotang's father, Yan Beilin, the prince of the Yanyun Dynasty, who is also there.

In addition, Yan Feiling, who had been to Sword Sect Tallinn before, was also in the crowd.

It can be said that most of the figures with heads and faces in the Yanyun Dynasty gather here.

"Hasn't that peerless princess come yet?" Yang Haolie's tone was slightly impatient.

"I've kept the Eighth Prince waiting, but it should be coming soon. Yan He said kindly.

He is the emperor of a country, but at this moment he wants to bow down and be a man.

If nothing else, just because of Yang Haolie's identity, he is the prince of the Daqian Dynasty.

He called a few servants at random, all of them were top Venerables, enough to compete with Yan He.

Not to mention that there are more than ten pseudo-saints in the Daqian Dynasty.

This kind of identity is not something that a mere Yanyun Dynasty can provoke.

What's more, the crisis of the Fengne Dynasty is approaching, and only with the help of the Daqian Dynasty can the Yanyun Dynasty tide over this difficulty.

After a while, three figures walked in from outside the living room.

It is Yan Wushuang, Ji Ling, and Yan Shaotang.

When he saw Yan Wushuang coming, Yang Haolie's eyes lit up.

Yan Wushuang has a delicate face and a straight figure.

In particular, a pair of snow-white long legs with beautiful lines are even more eye-catching.

"Tsk...... What kind of enjoyment would it be to let these long legs wrap around your waist?" Yang Haolie thought to himself, and his eyes couldn't help but show lust.

He likes women, and he wanted to subdue Xu Zhiqing in the Troubled Ancient Wasteland before, but later Xu Zhiqing and Ye Guchen went all the way.

Later, Yang Haolie accidentally saw Yan Wushuang participating in the experience during a secret realm training, and was immediately attracted.

After learning that the Fengne Dynasty was about to attack the Yanyun Dynasty, Yang Haolie came directly to the Yanyun Dynasty and wanted to accept Yan Wushuang as a concubine.

Yan Wushuang saw the lustful look in Yang Haolie's eyes, and frowned slightly.

She forcibly held back the disgust in her heart, and bowed slightly: "Wushuang has seen the Eighth Prince. ”

"Haha, Princess Wushuang, we will be a family in the future, why bother to see each other like this. 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 the concubine of this prince?" Yang Haolie's smile disappeared from his face, and his tone was slightly cold.

The entourage on the side scolded loudly: "Bold, the princess of a small country, it is your honor to be favored by His Royal Highness the Prince, and you dare to refuse!"

The reprimand of the entourage made Yan He and the others look bad.

No matter how Yan Wushuang is, she is also a princess of a country, and she was reprimanded by one of Yang Haolie's entourage, what is this like.

Yan Changge took a deep breath and held back the anger in his heart.

His current cultivation has also reached the Venerable Sixfold Heaven Realm.

But even so, in front of the Daqian Dynasty, it is still nothing.

Yang Haolie cocked Erlang's legs and said lightly: "This prince also knows the situation of your Yanyun Dynasty, and specially came to help you, as long as Princess Wushuang is willing to marry this prince, the affairs of the Fengne Dynasty, this prince will settle it for you!"

Yang Haolie waved his hand, looking quite domineering.

Yan Beilin, Yan Shaotang, and Yan Feiling and others all had bright eyes.

They definitely didn't want the Yanyun Dynasty to be destroyed, in that case, they wouldn't have any good fruit to eat.

With the help of the Daqian Dynasty, the price paid was only to let Yan Wushuang marry as a concubine.

In their opinion, this kind of deal is too cost-effective.

It was the Emperor Yanhe, and his old face was also hesitant.

It is reasonable that he definitely doesn't want to wronged his granddaughter.

But compared to the entire Yan Yun Dynasty, Yan Wushuang's happiness was insignificant.