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

Lin Fengmian is finished this time!

however--

On the high platform, Emperor Yan Tianqing of the Great Yan sat on the dragon throne, expressionless.

Whether he favored the Crown Prince or was intentionally testing Lin Fengmian, he remained silent, smiling without saying a word.

That smile was full of meaning.

Zhennan King Yan Pojun frowned, wanting to speak but unsure how to interject.

This matter concerns the royal family's reputation, and although he is the Prince of Zhennan, he cannot interfere.

True Person Honglian hurriedly stood up, cupped her hands, and said:

"Your Highness, there must be some misunderstanding."

She spoke sincerely, wanting to defuse the situation.

however--

As soon as she finished speaking, her expression changed drastically!

An invisible force, like a mountain, pressed down on her, completely suppressing her spiritual cultivation!

The pressure from a late-stage False Infant was as insignificant as an ant before this power!

Master Honglian's face turned deathly pale, her heart filled with shock and anger.

There's actually a formation within this palace that suppresses spiritual power?!

She subconsciously looked at Yan Tianqing.

The Great Yan Emperor remained seated on his dragon throne, a smile on his face, as if nothing had happened.

Honglian Zhenren felt a chill in her heart.

The person who controls this formation is self-evident.

Seeing this, Crown Prince Yan Kui grinned maliciously and waved his hand:

"Guards! Seize this arrogant brat! Take him back to the Eastern Palace; I will interrogate him personally!"

Several palace guards responded and rushed towards Lin Fengmian.

Lin Fengmian stood still, his expression calm, even somewhat languid.

He looked at the guards, then at the enraged crown prince, and cursed inwardly.

That mad dog prince!

Does she really like men?

All I did was receive a cup of wine from the Crown Princess, and that's it?

As for?

He took a deep breath, about to speak—

"Let's see who dares to touch him!"

A clear, cold voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure that made the entire hall vibrate.

All eyes turned to the source of the sound.

Chu Qingyi slowly stood up.

She wore a moon-white long dress, her black hair cascaded down her back, and a veil covered half of her face, revealing only a pair of clear, cold eyes.

But at this moment, her beautiful eyes were burning with anger.

Her aura suddenly surged!

An extremely terrifying pressure surged outwards like a tidal wave!

The entire palace trembled!

The great array that suppressed cultivation was as fragile as paper in the face of this pressure, and it instantly failed!

"This...this is a Nascent Soul cultivator?!"

Someone gasped in shock, their voice trembling.

"No...more than that! This aura...is at least that of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"Heavens! The Holy Maiden of the Joyful Union Sect is actually a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

Exclamations of surprise rose and fell.

Chu Qingyi's gaze was like lightning, pointing directly at Crown Prince Yan Kui, her voice icy cold:

"You dare touch my people?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she lightly tapped her jade-like finger—

A cold glint shot out, as fast as lightning, heading straight for Bai Huarong!

"ah--!"

Bai Huarong screamed in agony as her entire right arm instantly turned into ice crystals, then shattered into countless ice shards with a "crack"!

No blood flowed out because the wound was frozen.

Bai Huarong collapsed to the ground, clutching her severed arm, howling in agony like a dead dog.

Chu Qingyi withdrew her hand, her gaze sweeping over everyone present, and said calmly:

"If there's a next time, it will be your dantian that gets shattered."

The entire hall was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the pile of ice crystals on the ground, then at the figure in white robes, their hearts filled with horror.

Would you cripple someone's arm over a mere disagreement?

Moreover, this happened in the main hall of the imperial palace, right in front of the Emperor of Great Yan.

This Holy Maiden of the Hehuan Sect... is too domineering, isn't she?

On the high platform, Yan Tianqing was finally moved.

He stood up, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Chu Qingyi:

"So you are Fellow Daoist Chu from the Hehuan Sect. My apologies for not recognizing you."

As a fellow Nascent Soul cultivator, he could clearly sense that Chu Qingyi's strength was unfathomable.

This woman is at least at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

Even...possibly even higher.

Yan Tianqing was secretly alarmed.

When did the Hehuan Sect produce such a powerful figure?

Chu Qingyi nodded slightly in return, but her gaze remained cold and aloof.

She continued, her voice laced with warning:

"Fellow Daoist Yan, please keep your son in check. If he dares to disrespect my sect's disciples again..."

A cold glint flashed again at her fingertips—

"Snap!"

The crown on Crown Prince Yan Kui's head shattered instantly!

Gold and jade fragments were scattered all over the ground.

"Don't blame me for being impolite."

The entire hall erupted in uproar!

The crown prince's crown is a symbol of his status as the heir apparent!

Chu Qingyi actually broke it in public?

What audacity!

Yan Tianqing's expression changed slightly, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

He took a deep breath and forced a smile:

"Fellow Daoist Chu, you flatter me. Kui'er, step back immediately!"

Crown Prince Yan Kui's face was ashen, his eyes filled with resentment and venom.

He glared fiercely at Lin Fengmian, then looked at Chu Qingyi, his anger surging within him.

But he's not stupid.

He can't afford to mess with this woman.

At least... we can't afford to mess with them right now.

"Yes, Father."

He gritted his teeth, bowed respectfully, and turned to leave.

That figure was terrifyingly gloomy.

Bai Huarong was also dragged away by the guards, leaving behind a pile of ice shards.

……

The atmosphere inside the main hall remained solemn.

The banquet at the Great Yan Imperial Palace fell into an eerie silence due to an unintentional act by Crown Princess Yan Qingluan.

Yan Qingluan stood there, her face ashen.

Looking at the scene before her, her beautiful eyes were filled with despair, yet also concealed a hint of relief.

Crown Prince Yan Kui is narrow-minded and vindictive.

This incident not only casts a shadow over her own future, but it may also implicate the entire Yan family.

She was filled with remorse and didn't know whether she was right or wrong.

Over the years, she has been in charge of the palace and has always been known for her composure. Why would she suddenly lose her composure today and do something so foolish that would give others a handle to use against her?

Or... does he really want to follow his heart and get entangled with Lin Fengmian?

She looked up at the figure in the blue robe.

The boy remained standing in the same spot, his face calm, as if everything that had just happened had nothing to do with him.

Yan Qingluan's heart trembled slightly.

Lin Fengmian possessed the Pure Yang Holy Body, which held a mysterious attraction for her.

That attraction seemed innate, as if it were destiny.

For a moment, she forgot where she was and the Crown Prince's character.

Could this be fate?

She took a deep breath, lowered her eyes, and returned to her seat.

That figure was desolate and forlorn.

……

Lin Fengmian stood there, watching this farce come to an end, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

He looked at Chu Qingyi.

The saintess had sat down again, her face veiled, making it impossible to see her expression.

Honglian Zhenren sat to the side, looking at Chu Qingyi, then at Lin Fengmian.

She bit her lip, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.

This little devil, the women around him are all incredibly capable, even the Supreme Elder is like that.