Hearing this, seven middle-aged men looked at Fengjiu and came to invite her from the palace. Will she go?

Feng Jiu curled his lips slightly and looked at the butler: "I'm still outside?"

"No, I've been sent back after the message." The housekeeper said respectfully.

"Well, okay, go and do it!" She nodded and signaled him to retreat.

"Yes." The butler responded and then retreated.

"Miss, are you going to the banquet?" One of them asked, his face a little serious. I am afraid that this banquet was a Hongmen banquet specially arranged for her.

"I'm busy! I don't have that time to go to the banquet." She stood up after brushing her dress and saw that the seven of them were all solemn, and couldn't help but smile: "You don't have to worry, nothing big will happen."

As soon as the voice fell, he headed to the main courtyard, intending to see her father so that he would not worry when he heard the news.

In the palace, Murong Yixuan came to his father's palace with a ugly face. As soon as he entered, he asked, "Father, are you planning to use Qingge to marry a joint marriage? The people from Feng Mansion have long expressed their opinions and will not marry Qingge to Prince Qingteng as their concubine. Didn't you tell him the truth?"

Murong Bo was furious when he heard his almost questioning tone. He slapped his hand at the table and shouted fiercely: "Rare you! Are you talking to your father like this? You are getting more and more out of order!"

However, Murong Yixuan was not afraid of his anger at all. His eyes were slightly deeper, and his gentle and elegant face was only angry at this moment: "The father should know that I am happy with her, but the father still made such a decision. I really want to ask, does the father regard me as his son?"

Looking at Wuwei's majestic son, Murong Bo breathed heavily, pursed his lips, and said calmly: "Your engagement with him has long since retired. She has nothing to do with you anymore. What's more, if she likes you, she will not retire from your marriage with you. Now, why should you care about Feng Mansion again!"

"You must know that if she is the concubine of Prince Qingteng, she can not only stabilize their now shaky Feng Mansion, but also help us climb the backer of Qingteng Kingdom. What reason do you have to stop such a good thing that kills two birds with one stone?"

He paused and glanced at him: "What's more, Prince Qingteng liked her, can you stop it? You should know that in this world, the strong are respected, and strength determines everything. Although you are the genius of my Yaori Kingdom, you are only limited to Yaori Kingdom. In front of the prince of the sixth-class strong country, you can't protect her!"

Hearing such a straightforward and merciless fact, his face turned pale with a whisper, and his hands under his sleeves twisted into fists. He was angry but had to admit that he could not protect her!

If he could protect her, her father would not have been assassinated and seriously injured and fell into a coma!

If he could protect her, she would not have been forced to marry her by his father, and she would have married Prince Qingteng as her concubine!

If he could protect her, she would not have been ordered by his father to dress up and attend to Prince Qingteng!

Strength! All of this is because of his lack of strength!

If he had strong strength, who would dare to treat the person he pleased with like this? He had never realized the importance of strength as he is today! He had never been so eager to have strong strength like this moment!

Seeing his pale face with anger and reluctance, Murong Bo sighed and said, "Where is no grass in the world? As long as you are strong enough in the future, are you still afraid that you will not be able to find a woman who is more beautiful than her?"
Chapter completed!