Chapter 156: Deng Jiu Gong Marries Off His Daughter

"Miss, if I say I'm saving you, you shouldn't doubt me, right?"

Ao Yifan and Deng Chan Yu locked eyes, the scene slightly awkward.

Biting her lip lightly, Deng Chan Yu wasn't foolish; she naturally understood that her recovery was likely due to his treatment.

However, Deng Chan Yu felt she had mostly recovered, yet Ao Yifan still didn't stop, making her unable to help suspecting his true intentions.

"Eh, I feel my body has recovered!"

Deng Chan Yu said while lightly biting her lip, her fair face also couldn't help but flush.

"Miss, you're deeply poisoned; you must draw out all the toxins from your body, otherwise, these toxins accumulating inside will affect your future cultivation—believe me!"

Ao Yifan said solemnly.

Hearing this, Deng Chan Yu's heart tightened; after all, in her mind, cultivation was even more important than her life.

Facing Ao Yifan's stern gaze, Deng Chan Yu couldn't help thinking: 'He's clearly trying to save me, yet I still doubt him—that's really inexcusable.'

However, when Ao Yifan's hand began, Deng Chan Yu couldn't help but wonder: could the medicine on his hand need not only external application but also oral consumption?

……

"Your Highness, are you serious?"

After hearing Madam Yin's suggestion, Lord Deng Jiu Gong was utterly stunned.

After all, he never expected the princess to be so generous.

"Is this the magnanimity of royalty?"

Lord Deng Jiu Gong thought.

"That's only natural!"

Madam Yin said: 'To be frank, Chan'er's personality is like mine; I also take a liking to her. Since things have come to this, letting the prince consort take her into his household would be the best outcome.'

"This..."

Lord Deng Jiu Gong hesitated a bit, after all, he really couldn't make the decision for his own daughter; after all, even if the princess agreed, his daughter would only be a concubine.

"General Deng, what are you still hesitating about? Don't you want to protect Chan'er's reputation?"

Madam Yin frowned and said: 'Although there are reasons for this, it's a fact that Chan'er's body was seen by the prince consort; I proposed this solution voluntarily, hoping you won't be ungrateful!'

As Madam Yin's words fell, Ne Zha, who had followed over, crossed his arms and gave a cold stare.

For some reason, under Ne Zha's gaze, Lord Deng Jiu Gong felt his heart tremble slightly.

Indeed, this person is a fierce one who, with a single spear thrust, punched dozens of holes in that monster!

"Your Highness, I naturally have no objection to this matter, but after all, I still want to hear Chan'er's own opinion."

Lord Deng Jiu Gong's words had just fallen when a familiar voice came——

"Dad, I have no objection!"

Hearing this, Lord Deng Jiu Gong's heart leapt with joy; turning his head, he saw his formerly severely injured daughter now hopping about before him.

"Chan'er, are you alright?"

Lord Deng Jiu Gong was overjoyed to tears; after all, he never imagined that this seemingly simple task would almost separate him from his daughter between life and death.

"Yes, I'm completely healed!"

Deng Chan Yu nodded.

There was something Deng Chan Yu didn't say: she wasn't just healed; she felt better than ever before.

After all, the sweet dew in the glass bottle of the Cihang Daoist inherently has the effect of cleansing the mortal body.

And Ao Yifan personally applied it, thereby bringing the sweet dew's effect to its utmost.

In the future, Deng Chan Yu's cultivation will surely achieve twice the results with half the effort, advancing a thousand miles a day.

"Dad, I agree to marry the prince consort!"

Deng Chan Yu said with a red face.

Originally she didn't know how to face the situation, but having just overheard that the princess had no objection, how could she possibly refuse?

After all, she had heard that each time the princess bore a child for the prince consort, spiritual energy would infuse the body.

The cultivation‑focused Deng Chan Yu also wanted to test whether it was as miraculous as rumored.

"Chan'er, you……"

At this moment, Lord Deng Jiu Gong's feelings were exceedingly complex.

While relieved that his daughter seemed willing, yet thinking of his daughter having suffered such a calamity and now having to become another's concubine, Lord Deng Jiu Gong couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

"Dad, you needn't worry about your daughter; she is willing wholeheartedly!"

Deng Chan Yu said.

Saying this, she also secretly glanced at Ao Yifan.

Things have come to this; what else can Deng Chan Yu do? After all, Ao Yifan already knows her strengths and weaknesses inside out. If she doesn't marry him, what can she do?

"Alright, the matter is settled, General Deng; the wedding procession will arrive soon—get ready."

Just then, Madam Yin's voice came again.

"So fast?"

Lord Deng Jiu Gong looked astonished.

"Fast? Really fast?"

Madam Yin glanced lightly at Lord Deng Jiu Gong and said: 'This time, the Demon Court meddling in our Great Shang's internal affairs is a provocation against Great Shang; next, I will report to the king and launch a punitive expedition against the Demon Court, but there isn't much time to handle other matters, so it's best to settle Chan'er's affair as soon as possible.'

"This, that'll do!"

Circumstances are stronger than the person; what else can Lord Deng Jiu Gong do?

Besides, Madam Yin isn't wrong either.

The puny Demon Court, long a street‑rat, dares this time to provoke Great Shang and meddle in its civil war—there's no way it will just be let off.

Even Deng Jiu Gong had no intention of letting the Demon Court off; after all, this time his daughter almost didn't make it.

……

Come on, let's go fetch the bride!

The next day, just as dawn broke, Nezha brought a group of brothers and sisters to the Three Mountains Pass camp.

Holding the wedding reception at the camp, this is truly one of a kind.

What's even more bizarre is that those welcoming the bride are actually the groom's own children.

Seeing this group of boys and girls, Deng Jiu Gong couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

If it weren't for seeing Nezha coming to fetch the bride while carrying a fire-tipped spear, he would have truly regretted it.

However, upon seeing the various betrothal gifts sent by Nezha and his companions, Deng Jiu Gong's pent-up frustration completely dissipated.

This, I'd long heard Chen Tang Pass was prosperous, but I never expected it to be this wealthy!

Even though he wasn't overly greedy for wealth, those chest after chest of treasures still dazzled Deng Jiu Gong's eyes.

Chan Xiaoniang, we should be going!

Looking at Deng Chan Yu dressed in red bridal attire, Nezha said with a grin.

Today, as the leader of the wedding procession, Nezha had indeed received many favors from Ao Yifan, so naturally he wanted to handle things splendidly.

You kids, what are you doing with all this stuff? It's too much; you should take some back.

Deng Chan Yu, dressed in red bridal attire, glanced at the chest after chest of treasures, a flicker of pain flashed in her eyes.

After all, these will eventually belong to her family; how could she give them all to Three Mountains Pass?

Three Mountains Pass is used to poverty; suddenly receiving so many treasures, they can't cope—this is harming her father.

Hearing Deng Chan Yu's words, Deng Jiu Gong's face filled with resentment.

This daughter hasn't even stepped out of the Three Mountains Pass camp yet, and her elbow has already turned to the other side.