I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

With the sounds of suonas and the deafening gongs and drums, the wedding procession marched in a grand procession through the main street of the capital.

Soon the wedding procession arrived at the gate of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. Chu Feng dismounted, went to the sedan chair himself, and lifted the curtain.

"Wife, we're home." His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the sedan chair.

Inside the sedan chair, Xiao Nihuang's slender fingers trembled slightly, but she ultimately placed her hand on Chu Feng's outstretched hand. Chu Feng gripped it tightly, feeling that her hand was as warm and smooth as jade, yet also bearing the thin calluses unique to martial artists.

He led Xiao Nihuang out of the bridal sedan chair, across the brazier, and into the main hall of the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion amidst a cacophony of blessings.

However, as soon as he stepped into the main hall, the smile on Chu Feng's face froze slightly.

The grand main hall, which should have been bustling with guests and filled with distinguished patrons, was unusually deserted at this moment.

Apart from the servants of the Prince's mansion, some distant relatives, and a few of the old man's close friends, there were no other decent guests. Most of the hundreds of tables that had been prepared were empty, creating an indescribably awkward and desolate scene.

Chu Feng frowned. He turned to Uncle Fu, who was also dressed in festive attire, and asked in a low voice, "Uncle Fu, what's going on? We sent out invitations, but where are the people?"

Fu Bo forced a smile, but the helplessness in his eyes was unmistakable. He sighed and said in a low voice, "Young Master, the invitations have been sent out long ago. We've sent them to all the prominent princes, nobles, and officials in the capital. But... but most of them have sent people with excuses, saying they're unwell or have family matters to attend to. In short, they just won't come."

"Heh..." Chu Feng let out a cold laugh upon hearing this. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling undertone. "Very well, very well indeed! These opportunists all seem to think that my Zhenbei Prince's Mansion is about to be finished, and they're all rushing to distance themselves, afraid of being implicated!"

His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for Chu Tianyuan and Xiao Nihuang, who was wearing a veil, to hear clearly.

Chu Tianyuan appeared unusually calm at this moment. His hair and beard were all white, and he was wearing a brand-new brocade robe. His gaze swept across the empty main hall, and there was no ripple in his cloudy eyes.

He patted Chu Feng on the shoulder and said in a deep voice, "They're just a bunch of sycophants. Whether they come or not makes no difference. Does my Zhenbei Prince's Mansion need them to make an appearance at his wedding?"

Although the old prince's voice was hoarse, it contained an undeniable air of authority and dominance.

"Even if there isn't a single outsider present, this wedding must be a grand and magnificent affair! My grandson and my granddaughter-in-law are getting married; why should they have to worry about what others think!"

"Uncle Fu!" Chu Tianyuan raised his voice.

"This old servant is here!" Uncle Fu immediately bowed and replied.

"Get ready for the wedding ceremony!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Uncle Fu perked up and answered loudly.

Just then, a long, sharp shout suddenly came from outside the mansion gate, instantly breaking the silence inside the mansion.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess have arrived!"

This announcement stunned everyone in the main hall. The once empty palace was suddenly filled with such a distinguished guest, which was truly unexpected.

Soon, Lu Yuan walked in with a smile on his face, arm in arm with Crown Princess Su Youwei.

He was dressed casually today, yet his princely air was still undeniable. Su Youwei, on the other hand, wore an elegant palace gown, her features beautiful and her demeanor gentle.

"Young Master Chu, General Xiao, congratulations on your marriage!" Lu Yuanren's voice arrived before he did, his face bearing a perfectly appropriate warm smile.

Chu Feng and Chu Tianyuan exchanged a glance. Although they were surprised, they still stepped forward and bowed.

"Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince and Your Highness the Crown Princess."

"Ah, today is your joyous day, no need for such formalities." Lu Yuanxu helped him up, then turned his gaze to Chu Tianyuan, "Your Highness, how is your health?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. This old man is not going to die," Chu Tianyuan replied indifferently.

Su Youwei's gaze fell on Chu Feng, her eyes filled with complex emotions. But when she saw Xiao Nihuang, dressed in a wedding gown, beside Chu Feng, a faint, almost imperceptible bitterness welled up in her heart for some reason.

Just as everyone was exchanging pleasantries, another sarcastic voice came from the doorway.

"Oh, Second Brother, you're here quite early! Looks like I'm not late either."

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw the Fourth Prince, Lu Ling, swaggering in.

He was dressed in brocade robes again today, but his face bore an undisguised mockery and malice. Most striking were the four elderly men following behind him.

These four old men were all dressed in black robes, their auras were as deep as the sea, their eyes gleamed with a sharp light, and their temples bulged high, making it clear at a glance that they were top-notch martial arts masters.

They simply stood there quietly, yet they brought an invisible sense of oppression to the entire main hall.

Chu Feng looked at Lu Ling, his eyes instantly turning cold: "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Lu Ling seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He spread his hands exaggeratedly, "Today is the joyous occasion of the Prince of Zhenbei, so naturally I've come to... offer my congratulations!"

He deliberately emphasized the word "congratulations," and anyone could hear the ill intent in it.

"However," Lu Ling changed the subject, his smile turning sinister, "before offering my congratulations, there's a small matter I need to take care of."

Chu Feng's heart sank, and he looked at him coldly: "What do you want to do?"

"It's nothing." Lu Ling's gaze passed over Chu Feng and landed on Leng Yue behind him. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips. "A few days ago, your men killed my men. Shouldn't we settle this score?"

"I'm not here to discuss anything with you today," Lu Ling's eyes turned extremely sinister. "I'm here to inform you that today, she must die!"

Chu Feng stepped forward, shielding Leng Yue behind him, his eyes flashing with killing intent: "What if I don't agree?"

"You won't agree?" Lu Ling scoffed, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world. "Then I'm sorry!"

The moment he finished speaking, the four black-robed elders behind him stepped forward in unison.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Four vast and powerful auras surged into the sky, like four towering mountains, pressing down heavily on everyone present.

The terrifying pressure made the air thick and sticky; the weaker servants of the Prince's mansion even collapsed to the ground, their faces deathly pale.

Grandmaster!

Four Grandmaster-level experts in total!

Everyone present was horrified.

Grandmasters are extremely rare, no matter where they are; they are top-tier experts who can hold sway over a region.

The Fourth Prince, Lu Ling, actually brought four of them at once!

One of the elders, a hook-nosed man standing at the forefront, swept his arrogant gaze over Chu Tianyuan, his voice hoarse and contemptuous: "A mere declining royal family dares to provoke our sect leader's nephew? They're simply courting death!"

A cold glint flashed in Chu Tianyuan's cloudy eyes. He stared at the old man and slowly asked, "Are you all from the Taiyi Sect?"

"You old codger, you do have some discernment!" The old man sneered, acknowledging his identity, "I am the Fourth Elder of the Taiyi Sect, here on the orders of the Sect Master to serve His Highness the Fourth Prince!"

Taiyi Sect! A behemoth ranking among the top three of the ten major sects of the Great Qian Dynasty! Its strength is so great that even the royal family has to show it respect.

When Lu Yuan saw this scene, his expression changed. He did not expect that Lu Ling would invite the Grandmaster of Taiyi Sect and cause trouble on this day.

However, just as everyone was intimidated by the aura of these four grandmasters, a voice as cold as ice, yet with a hint of disdain, rang out.

"The mere Taiyi Sect dares to act wildly in my Zhenbei Prince's Mansion? They have no sense of mortality!"

The one speaking was Chu Feng's older sister, Chu Qingge.

She had somehow appeared beside Chu Feng, her plain white dress clashing with the red hues of the room. Yet, simply standing there, she resembled a peerless divine sword drawn from its sheath, its sharpness fully revealed.

"Insolence!" The fourth elder of the Taiyi Sect was furious upon hearing this. He had never been so disrespected before. "You little brat, how dare you..."

His voice stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

Because a sword light, a sword light that was extremely fast and extremely bright, had already appeared before his eyes.

No one saw clearly how Qingge drew her sword.

People only saw a flash of white light, as if the Milky Way had poured down from the heavens, carrying a resolute and sharp force that could sever all things in the world.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four soft, muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

The four arrogant and imposing Grandmasters of the Taiyi Sect all stiffened at once, and a thin line of blood appeared between the eyebrows of each of them.

Then, to everyone's horrified dismay, their bodies were neatly split in two, starting from their foreheads, with blood and internal organs gushing out onto the ground.

With a single sword strike, four grandmasters perished!

The entire main hall was deathly silent.

Everyone was terrified by this horrific, bloody, and shocking scene.

The sinister smile on the Fourth Prince Lu Ling's face froze completely. His eyes widened, his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He looked at the four corpses on the ground, each cut in half, and then at the woman in white standing with a sword in hand, her eyes filled with boundless fear.

"No...it's impossible..." he muttered to himself, as if he had seen a ghost.

Chu Qingge slowly raised the tip of her sword, pointing it at Lu Ling from afar, her cold eyes filled with murderous intent.

Just as she was about to draw her sword again to kill the culprit, an even colder and more majestic voice rolled in from outside the palace, resounding through the sky.

"The Prince of Zhenbei's residence is truly bustling with activity today!"

Before he finished speaking, a chilling and murderous aura swept over him.

The gates of the Prince's mansion were suddenly pushed open from the outside, and sunlight streamed in. Princess Lu Wuyan, dressed in a suit of gold-threaded soft armor, walked in with an expression as cold as frost.

Behind her stood a dense mass of armored soldiers.

They were dressed in uniform black armor, wielding gleaming swords, exuding a strong stench of blood and killing intent, completely surrounding the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion. Each of them had a fierce tiger character on their chest armor.

This is the Fierce Tiger Army, the top-tier legion under the command of the Princess's husband, Marquis Weiyuan!

A full three thousand!