"Caught." Youchen's distant hand was on Weiyun's shoulder, obviously the warmth between husband and wife, but in an instant, his hand turned into a sharp claw and stabbed into Weiyun's pipa bone.

Weiyun wailed in pain, the whole person went down uncontrollably, and there was a look of disbelief in her eyes, she never expected that the person next to the pillow would come to such a hand at this time.

"Ho-ho-ho." Weiyun shouted, she saw the boundless killing intent in the eyes of the person next to the pillow, but she couldn't make a sound in her mouth, her mouth was empty and dark, she didn't care about the pain in her shoulder, she got up from the ground and wanted to run out.

But the fierce palm wind blocked the way.

"Weiyun, karma, I only found out today that there has been a jackal sleeping beside me." The dusty palm seems to have an adsorption force, and the slight rhyme is easily grasped in the palm of the hand.

Weiyun is actually a good cultivator, but now, in the huge panic, she has not eased her senses, and was injured by her husband, for a while, she didn't know what to do, except for fright, fear, she didn't know how to react.

"I forgot to tell you, your father, oh, yes, is King Weiyuan, his cultivation has been lost, and he has long been a wasted person." There seemed to be a kind of pleasure in raising his eyebrows, and there was a vicious smile on his lips.

A tear slipped from the corner of Weiyun's eyes, her hands condensed the aura, just waiting to fight for a blow, what she relied on the most was the power of her mother's family, and now it seems that she is also lonely, no wonder, the dust is far away to be cheap.

Youchen Yuanyang sensed Weiyun's move in time, blocked the attack with one hand, and hit Weiyun's lower abdomen with the other hand.

This palm used ten percent of its strength, but this uncompetitive belly could not give birth to a son, but he was oppressed for more than ten years, and even his beloved woman was framed to death.

The dantian is shattered, and the cultivation is completely destroyed.

Weiyun spurted out a mouthful of blood, and she clutched her painful lower abdomen tightly, and there was nothing but hatred in her eyes.

"Today's Yue'er is married, I will spare you first, otherwise there is no high hall, how can she marry into the Shizi's Mansion in style, you had better not turn over any storms, otherwise, it is Yue'er who suffers." Youchen Yuanyang smiled gloomily and shook his hand away.

Immediately afterwards, a maid rushed in, placed the housewife "respectfully", put on the most luxurious clothes, brought the most gorgeous jewelry, and put on makeup to cover up the pale and haggard face.

Weiyun can only be at the mercy of others, and let those maids who are angry and scattered on her body.

"The dust is far away, and you can't die well." In the bronze mirror, a distorted face shines.

The team of relatives soon arrived, the maid helped Weiyun out to give the wedding, almost pulling hard, so that she couldn't move, she held back her anger, with a decent smile, watching the dust moon leave, Yue'er, is her only hope, she can't drag her feet at this time.

But in the sleeves of Youchenyue's wide wedding dress, those hands, where are they still their own, they are just casually cutting off a girl's hand, and barely using a spell to install it to save face.

The sedan chair staggered and set off, and Youchen Yuechang breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she entered the Shizi's Mansion, even if she was found to be disabled, it would be fine, and the Wushuang Shizi would definitely find a way to heal her hand, after all, it was about the face of the Shizi.

But where did Youchenyue ever wonder why the prince of Wushuang suddenly asked to marry, and the date was set in such a hurry, just because his legs and feet were abolished.

A wedding that shook the city ended in deception.