After being jilted by the saintess at the beginning, why is she crying?

……

night.

To celebrate the successful conclusion of the Great Yan Dynasty's once-every-five-years Grand Pride Competition, the imperial palace was brightly decorated and a grand banquet was held.

Fine wines and delicacies were served in a continuous stream.

The sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, and dancers gracefully performed.

The various factions sat at separate tables, clinking glasses and exchanging toasts, creating an outwardly peaceful atmosphere.

Because of Lin Fengmian's outstanding performance on the arena, the Hehuan Sect was actually placed in a position even closer to the main seat than the Tianjian Sect!

This is unprecedented!

The elders of the Heavenly Sword Sect had ashen faces, and Jian Tianyi's expression was ashen.

They stared at the joyful scene from the Hehuan Sect, feeling as if they had swallowed a fly.

"What merit or ability does this Joyful Union Sect possess to sit a level above our Heavenly Sword Sect?"

An elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect muttered under his breath, his tone full of resentment.

"It was just pure luck."

Another elder snorted coldly.

"This boy is too sharp; he'll stumble sooner or later."

Jian Tianyi didn't say anything, but simply picked up his wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine glass creaked as he gripped it tightly in his hand.

The monk Guangzhi of Jingang Temple clasped his hands together, a smile on his face, but his gaze kept drifting towards Lin Fengmian.

Li Wuhun of the Heavenly Demon Sect made no attempt to conceal his hostility, his gaze as cold as a snake.

For a time, all parties had their own agendas, and the atmosphere was delicate.

……

Just as the atmosphere was becoming somewhat awkward, a hearty laugh broke the silence.

"Hahaha!"

Zhennan King Yan Pojun stood up, raised his wine cup, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect towards the direction of the Hehuan Sect, saying:

"Young friend Lin, this Grand Competition of Prodigies has truly shown me the talent and brilliance of the younger generation of Qingzhou!"

He paused, then turned his gaze to True Person Red Lotus, and said loudly:

"Fellow Daoist Honglian, your sect has truly produced a fine seedling!"

These words clearly conveyed a desire to win people over and a sense of goodwill.

The disciples of the Hehuan Sect immediately showed joy.

To gain the favor of the Prince of Zhennan is an immense honor!

Lin Fengmian also stood up, raised his glass in return, and remained neither humble nor arrogant:

"Your Highness is too kind."

The Prince of Zhennan laughed heartily and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing that her father had finished praising him, Yan Yiyi immediately skipped over, grabbed Lin Fengmian's arm, and said in a coquettish tone:

"Brother Fengmian, you must stay in the Great Yan Dynasty for a few more days this time and spend more time with Yiyi!"

She tilted her little face up, smiled, revealing two adorable dimples, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Lin Fengmian's heart softened as he looked at the lively and adorable little princess in front of him.

He nodded with a smile:

"Very well, since Princess Yiyi has invited me, I will naturally keep her company."

Yan Yiyi immediately beamed with joy, almost jumping for joy.

Seeing this, Su Zhenzhen immediately became anxious.

She quickly pulled her mother, Yang Yuxian, who had just sat down, and rushed over to Lin Fengmian, hands on her hips, and said confidently:

"Lin Fengmian, you're going to stay with me too!"

That posture seemed to be a declaration of sovereignty.

Lin Fengmian's lips twitched, and he looked at her helplessly.

This girl is still so domineering.

Yang Yuxian stood aside, watching her daughter's anxious demeanor, feeling both amused and helpless.

Her precious daughter was spoiled too much by her husband and sons, so much so that she got whatever she wanted.

With so many fairies favoring Lin Fengmian now, she's getting anxious.

but……

Yang Yuxian looked at Lin Fengmian in front of her and was very satisfied.

She found this prospective son-in-law increasingly pleasing to the eye.

Not only is he exceptionally capable, but he is also humble and unassuming.

The key point is that he's also good to his daughter.

She gently patted Su Zhenzhen's shoulder and laughed, "Alright, alright, Young Master Lin isn't going to run away."

Su Zhenzhen snorted and released her grip, but her big eyes remained fixed on Lin Fengmian, as if to say, "Try not to agree."

……

As she sat down, Crown Princess Yan Qingluan watched Lin Fengmian chatting and laughing with several women. The pure yang energy he naturally exuded stirred a flutter in her heart.

The other party's pure yang energy was like a bright light in the dark night, attracting her.

She possesses the Ice Soul Body and cultivates the Yin-based techniques, making her inherently sensitive to pure Yang energy.

Lin Fengmian's Pure Yang Holy Body is an extremely rare yang body, one that appears only once in a thousand years. Its attraction to her was like that of a moth drawn to a flame.

Almost uncontrollable—

Yan Qingluan stood up, picked up her wine cup, and moved gracefully to stand in front of Lin Fengmian.

She stood tall and graceful, poised and elegant, and raised her glass, saying:

"Young Master Lin is truly extraordinary in martial arts; Qingluan is in awe."

The sound was crisp and melodious, like pearls falling onto a jade plate.

Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.

All eyes turned to this side.

Lin Fengmian looked up at the woman and couldn't help but secretly admire her.

It must be said that the other person is indeed extremely good-looking.

She possessed unparalleled beauty and was the epitome of a stunning woman.

Like a white lotus, beautiful but not gaudy.

With her jade-like arms and slender waist, her figure was exquisite, and her beautiful eyes were clear as water, yet they concealed a trace of indescribable emotions.

If we're just talking about looks, she's only slightly inferior to Chu Qingyi.

But that mature and charming temperament was something Chu Qingyi lacked.

Lin Fengmian smiled and raised his glass in return: "You flatter me, Your Highness."

The words had barely left his mouth—

"You bitch!"

A furious shout suddenly rang out!

Crown Prince Yan Kui suddenly overturned the wine table in front of him, and the wine cups and dishes shattered all over the floor.

His eyes were bloodshot, his face contorted with rage, as he stared intently at Yan Qingluan and Lin Fengmian, his fury uncontrollable.

"How dare you flirt with this wild man right in front of me, the Crown Prince!"

The sound echoed through the banquet hall like a thunderclap.

The entire room fell silent.

All eyes were focused on the Crown Prince, then on Lin Fengmian, and then on Yan Qingluan, each with a different expression.

Some watched with glee, some gloated, some were worried, some were indifferent...

A variety of expressions, intertwined.

Upon seeing this, the pale-faced cultivator Bai Huarong immediately echoed in a shrill voice:

"Your Highness is right! Lin Fengmian is clearly trying to seduce the Crown Princess! His intentions are despicable!"

A sinister glint flashed in his eyes.

Lin Fengmian ruined his plans in the secret realm, and he has held a grudge ever since.

Now that we've finally seized this opportunity, how can we let it slip away?

Bai Huarong's voice was shrill and piercing, and it was exceptionally clear in the silent hall.

Shen Tu Kong from the Shen Tu family also stepped forward in a sarcastic tone:

"Fellow Daoist Lin is truly charming; even the Crown Princess is quite fond of you."

A mocking smile played on his lips, and his tone was full of malice.

Seeing this, the members of the Heavenly Sword Sect were all gloating, looking like they were waiting to see a good show.

The Crown Prince, the heir apparent of the Great Yan Dynasty, is a spoiled and tyrannical young man with a narrow mind, yet the Great Yan Emperor dotes on him.

If you offend the Crown Prince, how can you expect to have a good outcome in the Great Yan Dynasty?