In the crowd, a young man dressed in black slowly walked towards him, followed by an old white-haired servant.

The young man in black shrank slightly. The young man was extremely handsome and looked majestic. His handsome face directly crushed him. He became even more angry. The angrily mixed with good things was broken and his face was distorted. He raised his hand.

Wave and command the servants behind him:

"Take me a hand off my hand, a humble thing!"

The four servants rushed towards Zhao Wujiang with a clamor. Zhao Wujiang was calm and not panicked, and even raised his eyebrows at Princess Baiyue who was looking at him.

"Baoba! Boom!"

Before the four servants approached Zhao Wujiang, they were as if they were struck by lightning, and like a broken kite flying backwards, falling to the ground, and wiping out blood.

The onlookers burst into screams.

"What are you? You also want to hurt my young master!"

Jia Ersan's eyebrows and eyes were as angry as he stood half a step behind Zhao Wujiang.

Zhao Wujiang ignored the frightened young master in black, but walked to Princess Baiyue and said warmly:

"Get more attention in the future."

"You... it's you... it's you... the person in the carriage yesterday!" Princess Baiyue's bright eyes and white teeth, and frowned: "Why did you ignore me yesterday?"

"I'm so cold, let's go first." Zhao Wujiang grabbed her jade hand and dragged it towards the Honglu Temple.

"Let go, I won't go back. I'll finally escape, so I won't go back." Princess Baiyue pouted and said angrily when she saw the direction of the Honglu Temple.

When he saw the beauty he liked and the handsome young man who crushed him, and the young man ignored him with extreme contempt, the young man in black became angry:

"Dog thing, open your dog's eyes and see who this young master is? Can you afford to offend me?"

"Noisy!"

Jia Ersan raised his sleeves and slapped the young man in black in the face. He flew out and smashed the stalls one by one. The passers-by were shocked to scream and dodge.

The wailing sounded, and the four servants got up with difficulty, staggered and ran over, crying:

"Young Master, you're fine, you're fine."

"You wait, you wait! I want my father to kill you! Untouchables, untouchables!"

The young man in black was helped up, covered in blood, roared hoarsely, and was dragged away by the servant.

"Let me go, I won't go back!" Princess Baiyue's pretty face was full of anger, and she wanted to shake Zhao Wujiang's hand away.

Zhao Wujiang smiled warmly:

"Why don't you go back? This is Kyoto, Daxia, with dragons and snakes mixed together. It's very dangerous for you, a woman, to be away."

"You just want me to stay in that hospitality hall forever, and then accept your arrangements, marry someone you don't want to marry, and marry someone you don't like at all!"

Princess Believer's red lips were tightly pursed, and her beautiful face was pitiful:

"I am just a tool for marriage between the two countries. None of you ever thought about my feelings! I won't go back!"

She struggled desperately, and Zhao Wujiang's eyes roared, swept across her cheeks, and let go of her wrists:

"Then where do you want to go?"

His eyes stared at hers, asking in extreme tenderness.

"No...I don't know..."

Princess Baiyue pursed her red lips, and Zhao Wujiang's figure was smiling in her beautiful eyes. This was the first time that someone was asking for her opinions in such a soft voice.

.....

"Do you know, you can't escape?" Zhao Wujiang said in a gentle tone:

"Or what your escape means to the Kingdom of Moon Worship."

"I don't know..." Princess Begun's voice was muffled:

"But I don't want to be a tool. I want to meet a man who makes me moved and marry him, not... that's it."

Zhao Wujiang rubbed his eyebrows.

This dead girl may cause a dispute between Daxia and the new country of Wuyue.

If something happened to Daxia, his good days at the beginning would be gone.

I have to find a way to coax her back.

Looking for a man, right?
Chapter completed!