The young girl couldn’t bear the humiliation and ran away from ho, yet your first reaction wasn’t to take the initiative to console her out of sympathy for the huge wrong she suffered, but to say that your parents marrying you off to soone you’ve never t was for your own good.
In his previous life, he had heard about a young girl who wanted to commit suicide by jumping into a river after being wronged at ho. Those who ca to persuade her talked non-stop about filial piety and considering her parents’ feelings, which infuriated her so much that she jumped on the spot, headfirst.
Really, if Jiang Feng had co across such a situation, he wouldn’t have hesitated to smash the heads of those who spouted such oppressive nonsense on the spot. It’s easy to talk without feeling the pain.
"Princess, you have recently co out to take a stroll and clear your mind. Feeling any better? If so, perhaps next ti we can arrange to et formally in the Imperial City, which would be better for both of us."
With a wave of his palm towards the surrounding bushes, the iron wire disappeared without a trace.
Passing through the woods, he sent a large tree trunk flying over, the entire process smooth as water. The heavy ironwood was sliced as easily as tofu in his hands, and in the end, he held the iron sword to gently set down a wooden stump weighing two hundred pounds.
He struck a welcoming pose.
"Thank you, Young Master Jiang."
A voice that didn’t match her appearance at all.
If Ying Ling was described as cold-voiced with a doll’s face, then the woman before him was the complete opposite - with her thin brows and moth-shaped eyes, a high nose like a mountain, lips as red as rouge, and a face like a silver platter. Just one feature alone exuded an inexplicable sense of nobility, let alone all of them together.
Both hands placed in front of her lower abdon, as she sat down one hand remained completely still, while the other smoothly swept the skirt behind her thigh, sitting down with not a single wrinkle and without revealing a hint of what was beneath her skirt.
Looking closely at Jiang Feng, who was also young, her intelligence allowed her to imdiately catch the hidden ssage in his words - he simply wanted her to obediently return ho.
Once back ho, any matters could be discussed openly, unlike resolving issues by secretly running away, which wouldn’t solve any underlying problems.
But she wasn’t the so-called obedient girl, nor did she have a rebellious personality.
"Father ntioned early on that the Chief Disciple of Swordmaster Peak is a person of great talent. At a young age, you have already inherited the true teachings of the Sword Immortal. He said that it would be a great fortune for if I could marry into Purple Cloud Palace, into the Sword Immortal Mountain."
"Seeing it for myself today, it seems Father hasn’t deceived . Just this display of swordsmanship alone is near magical. Princess Liang Yu also went to inspect the battlefield outside the city early this morning, and it left with much to reflect on."
"Even the Southern Border Saintess is smitten with you. It seems that truly it is I, Liang Yu, who is too naïve. I should wait for Young Master Jiang calmly within the Imperial City to avoid losing the Royal Family’s composure."
While her words sounded sowhat self-critical, there was no detectable malice when she said them. However, as they sat down, their gazes clashed once again.
The smile on her face, as lovely as blooming flowers, conveyed scrutiny and calmness.
She spoke with the gentlest tone but delivered a ssage loaded with oppression. An aura of authority from soone of superior status engulfed the atmosphere, with barely noticeable, faint traces of mockery in her voice; as a scion of the Imperial Family, she could not tolerate even a grain of sand in her emotions.
You’re clearly having an affair with the Southern Border Saintess, yet you still ca to et with . What does this an?
Princess Liang Yu naturally wouldn’t be aware of the deep reasons behind it, but she made her stance clear. With just a few sentences, she revealed the deanor befitting her status, showcasing what it ans to be true royalty.
Indeed, won in the Cultivation World possess a higher status, but the difference in their aura is night and day.
Simply put, it’s the difference between the secular world and the world of cultivation.
As a princess of a nation, she must et with many high-standing individuals daily. Whether it is those she interacts with, the looks she receives, her social experience, or the aura she possesses from birth as a ruler - these are things normal Sect Disciples simply cannot learn.
At first glance, she exudes stunning beauty, nobility, dignity, and grandeur.
At second glance, it’s about scrutiny and overwhelming pressure. No matter how polite or courteous her outward deanor, the sharpness and questioning in her words are hard to hide.
"No wonder the secular and Cultivation Worlds are strictly separated; the gap between them is indeed huge. That subtle gaze, the aura, the pressure... Tsk tsk, Yue Yue, you should at least learn sothing from her as the Southern Border Saintess."
He shook his head inwardly.
He had never been in contact with secular offspring of royal lines before, having only interacted briefly with Yan Fengchun and several senior sisters from Qingxia Peak, who were said to be princesses of so families.
But this ti, it felt completely different.
Sure, those senior sisters from his sect were of noble birth, but after joining the sect, they shed all arrogance—why?
Because of the teaching and environnt of the sect, it’s like being the top student in high school, invincible among your peers, the center of attention for all teachers and students in the school.
Once you enter a prestigious university and continue to flaunt that arrogance, just into the dormitory, you might want to boast about your high school achievents, and then you ask,
"Hi, I was number one in my city."
"Wow, that’s amazing! And you, bro?"
"? Didn’t do as well, I probably could have fought for the provincial top, but I forgot to write a punctuation mark and ended up second."
"..."
"Man, we’re both screw-ups. Look, the guy on the top bunk over there, a freak from ** province, scored full marks in sciences without a single mistake, and got the big question right this year. Our school admitted him without question. I’ve seen their provincial paper, I doubt I could even score in the top hundred. Speaking of which, guy, where are you from?"
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