Chapter 671 This Sub-Division

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The uproar in the palace gradually subsided.

The emperor's wedding was celebrated by a hundred officials, so it naturally took some time.

Fang Ziyu, who was sitting in the depths of the palace, did not care about the noise coming from her ears. She only lowered her head and remained silent, as if she had lost her soul. Her expression was wooden and her eyes were empty.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps came from outside the palace gate. Fang Ziyu's body trembled slightly, and the phoenix crown pendant under the lid collided with each other due to the trembling, making a slight sound.

Fang Ziyu knew that this was her husband.

That was the husband she had always dreamed of, but now she did not have the slightest bit of satisfaction and excitement when her long-cherished wish was fulfilled. She was just a little bitter, and she also had a sense of relief when she was about to complete some important things.

Squeak.

With this thought, there was a light sound from the door. The door was pushed open and someone stepped in.

Although Fang Ziyu had already made sufficient preparations for this moment, as the footsteps approached, Fang Ziyu couldn't help but feel uncomfortable like he was sitting on a needle felt.

"You guys go out." The familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Yes." The maids responded respectfully in the room, followed by a series of small steps. With the soft sound of the door being closed, these things echoed in Fang Ziyu's ears one after another.

As the soft sound fell, Fang Ziyu knew that there were only her and him left in the large bedroom.

Fang Ziyu's heartbeat quickened. Although she lowered her head and covered her head, she could still feel a hand coming closer and closer to her.

Fang Ziyu's hand also reached out at that time and pressed down on the hand before it pulled the lid off her head.

"Why is it too late to go back on your word now?" Chen Xuanji's teasing voice rang in his ears.

Fang Ziyu frowned. Such frivolous words were quite different from Chen Xuanji in her impression. She suppressed the discontent in her heart for some reason and said in a low voice, "Did you fulfill your promise?"

Chen Xuanji was slightly stunned before he understood what Fang Ziyu meant.

"Your husband is right in front of you. There is a saying that a Spring Festival is worth a thousand gold coins. Isn't it too damaging to mention another man at this time?" Chen Xuanji raised his eyebrows and asked. Then, the hand that had stopped moved forward again, seemingly wanting to forcefully lift the lid of Fang Ziyu.

Fang Ziyu also knew that Chen Xuanji was already an immortal. If he really wanted to do something to her, she would have no room to resist. Her heart was shocked, and she didn't care about anything else. At that time, she hurriedly took a step back and avoided Chen Xuanji. Then a long sword appeared in her hand and was pressed against her neck at the same time.

"Chen Xuanji! Are you the king of a country and even a woman like me going to deceive you?" She said sternly.

However, even though these words were harsh and fierce, Chen Xuanji could easily catch the slight tremor in her tone.

He smiled as he looked at the woman wrapped in a lid and smiled, "Have you reached the point where you are willing to die for him?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziyu said, Her heart trembled inexplicably. She subconsciously wanted to say something, However, at this moment, Chen Xuanji's body suddenly moved. He arrived in front of Fang Ziyu at an astonishing speed. He bent his finger and Fang Ziyu's hand that was holding the sword shook violently. The sword fell off. Chen Xuanji took advantage of the situation and gently raised the red cap on Fang Ziyu's head with his other hand.

Clang!

The long sword landed on the ground, and the bright red lid fell.

Fang Ziyu, who was wearing a phoenix crown, looked at the white-haired man in front of him with horror on his face. His speed was truly too fast. Even though Fang Ziyu had been prepared, before she could even gather the internal energy around her, everything was already settled.

Chen Xuanji did not take another step forward. He stopped and looked at Fang Ziyu from head to toe.

She was dressed in a red robe embroidered with golden threads, her head was tied with a luxurious phoenix crown, her eyes were wide open, her cheeks were red or really too angry, like ripe apples.

Frankly speaking, Fang Ziyu was petite. Such a luxurious outfit landed on her body. In fact, it did not fit her well, or it could be said to be contrary to her temperament. However, it could not be said to be weird or embarrassing. Instead, it made Fang Ziyu look even more charming and charming.

"You look really good." Chen Xuanji stood erect for a long time before muttering such an abrupt phrase.

Fang Ziyu did not expect Chen Xuanji to be so frivolous. She regained her senses and said coldly, "Now that your cultivation is heavenly, I am no match for you. I will do whatever you want to do to me. However, please remember what you promised me. If you really do anything bad to Meng Liang," she said coldly.

"What do you think?" Chen Xuanji asked.

At this moment, Fang Ziyu finally put away her last unrealistic fantasy about Chen Xuanji. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and her knuckles turned white. "I'm no match for you, but if you don't kill me now, I'll fight you with my life whenever you have the slightest chance in the future!"

Hearing this, Chen Xuanji paused for a moment, and then his expression suddenly became arrogant. He began to laugh loudly.

"Good! Very good!"

"Now that your heart is filled with Meng Liang, have you ever wondered why Chen Xuanji is like this?"

Fang Ziyu immediately fell silent. She really did not know how to respond.

"Have you ever asked me why I took that woman as my wife?" Chen Xuanji's emotions grew even more excited as he began to walk towards Fang Ziyu.

Perhaps that immortal's pressure was truly too shocking, or perhaps some of her defenses had collapsed under Chen Xuanji's questioning. She began to retreat...

"Have you ever thought about what I experienced in Changle Palace?"

"Have you ever known what the Meng Clan has done to me?"

Chen Xuanji kept questioning, and Fang Ziyu kept retreating.

Finally, she retreated to the edge of the bed, her body staggered and fell on the crimson bed.

Chen Xuanji's body also pressed forward. Under Fang Ziyu's panicked gaze, Chen Xuanji's face stopped only half an inch away from Fang Ziyu's face.

He looked at Fang Ziyu for a long time.

The rage in his eyes gradually dissipated after resisting the peak.

He opened his mouth and said to her, "You never thought about it."

After saying that, Chen Xuanji suddenly stood up. He turned around and strode out of the room.

His white robe and long white hair fluttered, and a voice came to Fang Ziyu's ears when she regained her senses.

"Be a good wife, I will let Meng Liang go."