I am an incredibly handsome man, and my fiancée refuses to call off the engagement even at the cost

Dugu Xun didn't know what else he could do but leave.

The moment he saw Gu Yan, his heart pounded, and he felt a sensation he had never experienced before, a sensation that even Chen Yujing had never made him feel.

However, he is not Umir after all. Umir is not human, and gender does not matter much to her race. But as a straight man who has lived for thousands of years and whose sexual orientation has always been female, it is really impossible for him to be gay!

So, he had no choice but to leave.

Dugu Xun had already left, and soon after, the rest of the Dugu family had also left. The people from the Zhennan Prince's Mansion had heard Dugu Xun say that the marriage was off, and now they were a little unsure of what to do.

"younger sister."

A handsome man dressed in purple robes flew down from the sky and stood in front of Chen Yujing. This man was Chen Yujing's older brother, Chen Yuxuan. Chen Yuxuan looked at his sister and was about to speak when Chen Yujing interrupted him.

"Brother, you just heard it too. Gu Duxun said that our marriage is off. I'm staying here. You go back by yourself," Chen Yujing said.

"You're so willful! What are you going to say to Father? He's going to be furious with you," Chen Yuxuan said. He was terrified of Dugu Xun's wrath, fearing the destruction of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. Even the Emperor didn't dare offend Dugu Xun, yet his sister dared to elope.

The bride ran away, and the wedding couldn't continue. The Prince of Zhennan, the Emperor of Ruohe Empire, and the elders of the Dugu family were still struggling to maintain order at the wedding.

Chen Yuxuan glanced at Gu Yan beside him, feeling so dazzled by his handsome appearance that his eyes were almost blinded. He sighed, "What a femme fatale!" He didn't dare to look at him again after just one glance.

"Since things have come to this, there's nothing I can do even if my father wants to kick me out of the house." Chen Yujing had a "what's the use" attitude.

Helpless, Chen Yuxuan shook his head and left with his men.

Chen Yujing is a master of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, so Chen Yuxuan is not afraid that she might be in any danger while she is here alone.

After the people from the Prince of Zhennan's mansion left, Chen Yujing looked at Gu Yan with a smile and said, "Ayan, I have nowhere to go now, can I stay at your house?"

Gu Yan: "..."

Can he say no?

"It's a bit inconvenient now, I don't even dare to stay at home," Gu Yan said helplessly.

"What happened?" Chen Yujing asked.

"I don't know who spread the rumor that I broke off my engagement with Brother Gu Yan. A whole bunch of people came to Brother Gu Yan's house to ask for his hand in marriage, which scared Brother Gu Yan," Song Yan said.

Su Ningxue immediately retorted, "What rumors? You two already broke off your engagement, but you just refused to admit it."

"No, no, there was no annulment of the engagement," Song Yan said, glaring at Su Ningxue.

Seeing that they were about to start arguing again, Gu Yan had no choice but to speak up:

"Alright, alright, stop fooling around. Those people are probably gone now, let's sneak back."

So, Gu Yan took Chen Yujing, Song Yan, and Su Xuening back home. By this time, all the suitors had left, but Gu Yan still didn't dare to go through the main gate and sneaked back to her own home.

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After seeing off a large group of people in the courtyard, Gu Yunhong and Han Xinyue picked up their teacups and gulped down the tea to moisten their throats. Gu Yunhong looked at his wife and said:

"My God, they're crazy! Anyone who didn't know better would think our Gu family was being attacked."

"It's because your son is too popular. I'm afraid this is just the beginning," Han Xinyue sighed.

"Father, Mother."

Gu Yan led Chen Yujing, Song Yan, and Su Ningxue over the wall and came in. Han Xinyue stood up and walked over: "Yan'er, you're back. Oh? And who is this...?"

Han Xinyue was surprised to see Chen Yujing, the bride. How come she went out and brought back such a beautiful bride?

"Chen Yujing greets Uncle and Aunt." Chen Yujing greeted them with a smile.

Han Xinyue and Gu Yunhong exchanged a glance, both seeing surprise in each other's eyes. Chen Yujing? The name sounds familiar, the number one beauty of the Ruohe Empire? When did she meet her son?

"My story with Sister Yujing is a long one, let's talk about it later. Dad, Mom, I'll have a guest room cleaned for Sister Yujing, you can chat slowly." Gu Yan said, trying to leave, but Song Yan and Su Ningxue immediately followed.

"Brother Yan, I'll go with you."

"I'll go too."

"Then I'll go too!" Chen Yujing said.

Gu Yan: "..."

This is so frustrating!!

And so Chen Yujing, Song Yan, and Su Ningxue all settled in the Gu family home. Three women make a drama, it's terrifying. The next day, Gu Yan couldn't take it anymore and left a note under the cover of night.

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"Oh no! Oh no! Young Master is gone!"

A servant came running out, shouting, carrying a letter left in Gu Yan's room.

Gu Yunhong was the first to take the letter, glanced at it, and then gave it to his wife. Han Xinyue read the letter, while Chen Yujing, Song Yan, and Su Ningxue all gathered around. The letter was simple; Gu Yan only said that she was going out for a walk and to gain some experience, and told everyone not to worry.

"Brother Yan is gone, he's gone!" Su Ningxue was frantic. She stomped her foot and glared at Song Yan, saying, "It's all because you kept bothering Brother Yan. He was fed up with you, that's why he left."

"you……"

Upon hearing this, Song Yan was so angry she wanted to hit someone, but Chen Yujing had already disappeared. After reading Gu Yan's letter, Chen Yujing immediately went out to chase after her. Song Yan and Su Ningxue, realizing what was happening, also immediately went after her.

The person left last night, so they shouldn't have gone far. Maybe we can catch up with them.

However, none of the three of them could find anyone, and in the end, they could only leave Qingyun City unwillingly, each returning to their own homes and looking for their own mothers.

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Amidst a vast sea of ​​clouds, a magnificent seven-story ship sails. It flies the flag of the Qionghua Merchant Guild, one of the three major merchant guilds of the Ruohe Empire. This is a large passenger airship under the Qionghua Merchant Guild, named the Qingluan.

At this moment, on the top deck of the ship, two young women stood in front of the railing, followed by several guards.

The two girls, one looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a pale yellow dress, with her brown hair styled in a hanging bun and pearls dangling from her ears. She was beautiful, with very bright and lively eyes, a petite and exquisite figure, and a clever, quirky, charming and endearing appearance.

The other woman appeared to be in her early twenties. While not exceptionally beautiful, she was fair-skinned and pretty. Dressed in a simple blue robe, without any makeup, she possessed an outstanding air, like a blooming orchid in a secluded valley.

The woman in green and the girl in pale yellow both had their gazes fixed on a man in white on the fifth deck. He was standing by the railing, just like them, seemingly admiring the scenery. Every deck on the ship was occupied, and the man in white was positioned one deck lower than them.

The man in white wore a mask, obscuring his face, but he appeared to be quite young. His hair was as black as ink, his white robes as white as snow, and his figure resembled a jade tree swaying in the wind. Although his face was obscured, his noble bearing and demeanor attracted many glances.

Many young women were secretly watching him and fantasizing about the face beneath the mask.

The girl in the pale yellow dress stared intently at the man in white. The man seemed to notice her gaze and turned around. Their eyes met, and the girl in the pale yellow dress's heart skipped a beat. Then she blushed and muttered, "You damned monster!"

She looked away.

She mistook the man in white for a wicked sorcerer skilled in bewitching arts. Otherwise, how could he, wearing a mask, possibly confuse her mind? Those who practice such bewitching arts are all bad people, and the men are all full of evil schemes.