No title, no marriage? Do you think I'm some kind of lapdog?

"Su Chuang, today is our wedding day, and I only have one question for you!"

Ye Qingyue, dressed in a phoenix coronet and embroidered robe, stood on the platform.

The long sword in her hand gleamed coldly, pointing directly at Su Chuang, who was dressed in fiery red below the stage.

"Would you be willing to relinquish the title of Duke of Xin to me on the spot?"

Ye Qingyue's voice was clear and bright, each word sharp as a knife, piercing through the joy and laughter of the audience:

"If you don't allow it, I won't marry you."

The tip of the sword in her hand trembled slightly, reflecting Su Chuang's stunned face.

The room erupted in uproar.

As the person involved, Su Chuang, the heir of the Duke of Xin, stared blankly at his surroundings.

"Qingyue is right."

"If you really like her, if you really love her, you should give her your all without expecting anything in return."

"Otherwise, it means you don't love her and don't deserve to marry her!"

Dressed in white and riding a tall horse, Yue Xinyang is the son of the Vice Minister of War.

A warm smile played on his lips as he gently fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan, offering his support in a loud voice.

Then, realizing he was in the wrong position, he spurred his horse forward half a step, his posture elegant.

However, just as he raised his arm and pointed at Su Chuang with his fan, the wide cuff of his sleeve slipped down slightly.

A vermilion official seal was prominently displayed on the silk in his inner sleeve!

Although only a corner of the seal was visible, one could still vaguely discern the words "Ministry of War Inspection" and a sharp "Impeachment" character.

Against the backdrop of festive red silk, this touch of dark red appeared particularly jarring and ominous.

"Damn, I've lived for over thirty years and this is the first time I've ever seen such a shameless couple."

"Who can argue with that? Everyone in the capital knows that Su Chuang, the heir of the Duke of Xin, is exceptionally infatuated with Ye Qingyue."

"That's right! Whatever Ye Qingyue wants, Prince Su will make it happen for her, even if in the end she has to sell all her property and only have the title of Prince of Xinguo left."

"If you ask me, Prince Su Chuang is used to being a sycophant, so he will definitely fulfill Ye Qingyue's request without hesitation."

"After all, I'm just one step away from marrying her."

The surrounding chatter grew louder and louder, like a needle pricking your ears.

Su Chuang stood frozen in place, feeling as if two torrents were clashing and tearing at his mind.

A memory, burning hot and intense, was entirely the original owner's foolishness over the past five years:

He knelt in the snow and begged for a martial arts manual for Ye Qingyue;

He pawned his family heirloom jade pendant to buy her armor;

He kowtowed repeatedly before His Majesty, pleading for her to obtain a military position.

Every scene is filled with humility and piety.

But another memory is as cold as iron, carrying the smell of gunpowder and blood:

That is the soul of the Chinese King of Soldiers.

Amidst gunfire and bullets, desperate sniping, and cross-border manhunts.

Every instinct screams: Beware! Betrayal! Retaliation!

"Click."

A crisp sound, like the sound of some shackles breaking, resounded deep within the soul.

When he looked up again, the last trace of tenderness and confusion that belonged to the original owner in Su Chuang's eyes completely disappeared.

Instead, there was an unfathomable chill.

"Qingyue, stop fooling around, let's continue the wedding."

Su Chuang first respected the original owner's remaining consciousness and then spoke accordingly.

After all, today is my wedding day.

"No, I wasn't making a scene!"

"I said, I will agree to marry you as long as you publicly relinquish the title of Duke of Xin to me."

After Ye Qingyue finished speaking, she looked at Yue Xinyang, who nodded to her as if to say, "Well done!"

The main plan today was orchestrated by Yue Xinyang.

The reason was not only to destroy the marriage, but more importantly, to exterminate the descendants of the Duke of Xin!

"It's over. I feel that from now on, Prince Su Chuang will no longer have the title of Prince of Xin."

The onlookers all shook their heads and sighed, but Ye Qingyue and Yue Xinyang were not people they could afford to offend, so they could only whisper among themselves to express their dissatisfaction.

"Young Master Su, Qingyue is right. If you can't bear to part with the title of Duke of Xin, then don't waste your time here."

Yue Xinyang dismounted, walked onto the platform, stood beside Ye Qingyue, and voiced his support.

"Hehehe..."

"The title of Duke of Xin? Does she deserve it?"

After completely shaking off the remnants of the original owner's consciousness, Su Chuang saw the slutty men and women standing side by side opposite him and instantly understood what was going on.

He spent a fortune and five years cultivating his fiancée, only to have her snatched away by a gigolo.

Not only that, he also speculated that even if Ye Qingyue achieved her goal today, she would not keep her promise.

After all, he has no value anymore.

Therefore, the original owner's actions made him deeply understand:

Even if one is the heir apparent of the Duke of Xin, if one acts like a sycophant, in the end one will end up with nothing.

"You! Who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that!"

Ye Qingyue looked at Su Chuang in disbelief, her voice sharp as she pointed at him.

"That's right, Prince Su, apologize to Qingyue right now. How could you say such a thing about Qingyue?"

"If you upset Qingyue, even if you give up the title of Duke of Xin to Qingyue, she probably won't agree to marry you right away."

Yue Xinyang was also taken aback by Su Chuang's words.

However, he reacted quickly, not only patting Ye Qingyue on the shoulder, but also constantly complaining about Su Chuang's faults.

She even came up with reasons for Ye Qingyue to refuse the marriage.

"Apologize? Sorry, this young master is not going to serve you."

Goodbye!

After saying that, Su Chuang tore off his bright red tuxedo and prepared to leave.

"Stop right there! Did I tell you to leave?"

As soon as Ye Qingyue finished speaking, Su Chuang stopped, but it was because a voice rang in his mind.

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"You won't let me leave? Then don't blame me for not giving you any face."

Su Chuang looked down at Ye Qingyue's personal guards who were blocking his way, and the corners of his mouth began to turn up.

"What...what do you want to do!"

Ye Qingyue suddenly felt a lingering fear.

She feared that if Su Chuang truly severed ties with her completely, he would no longer be able to receive the help he deserved.

Although Su Chuang's parents had both passed away, even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

"What are you doing? Heh..."

"Guess whether you can still thrive in the officialdom without my help."

"You should know that just as I can nurture you, I can also destroy you."

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingyue's pupils contracted sharply!

However, before she could react, Su Chuang pulled out a marriage certificate from his pocket.

"And the first step to ruining you is for me, the Crown Prince, to divorce you in public!"

After saying that, Su Chuang was about to tear up the marriage certificate that he treasured.

"No!"

"You can't do that!"

Ye Qingyue panicked completely when she saw this.

Things didn't turn out quite as she had expected!

Su Chuang should just keep blindly fawning over her!