Chapter 100: Using Blood to Bring Good Fortune

The Empress smiled lightly, her hand slightly raised.

Her long sleeves lightly brushed against her own cheeks.

When she lowered her sleeves, her eyes grew deeper with more kindness and deeper affection.

In her eyes was that handsome and resolute young man.

Watching him cross the railing alone, watching him walk alone toward the officials.

And at the end of all this was that lofty Son of Heaven.

And the imperial family.

Of course, there is something even more important: the extremely deep abyss that Yang Jun may have to face today, which makes it impossible for him to cross or leap over.

At this moment, the Empress withdrew her gaze, no longer looking further.

Today, Yun Xiyue is very beautiful.

Dressed in a bright red bridal robe, yet she is completely clean.

In her eyes, there is only that man walking step by step toward this side.

Yang Jun also raised his head, gazing at today's Yun Xiyue.

Yun Xiyue is a great beauty, which he cannot deny.

If in the past Yun Xiyue could score ten points, now she deserves eleven.

So charming and moving, how could it not be?

After all, she is the wife Yang Jun is about to take in.

Yang Jun gazed at Yun Xiyue, and also noticed that deep within her eyes, an uncontrollable stream of deep affection and care was flowing outward, thread by thread.

Yang Jun continued forward; once he stepped in, any obstruction would be meaningless.

Just as Yang Jun looked at Yun Xiyue, preparing to speak.

Yun Fengyun pulled Yun Xiyue tighter, while his cold eyes fixed on her, stopping her movement.

"Yang Jun, wanting to marry my daughter is not that simple; you must also undergo a trial."

Yun Fengyun's words did not make Yang Jun pay much attention.

"Yang Jun!"

At that moment, among the officials kneeling before the ancestral temple, a tall, strikingly handsome man slowly rose.

"He's here!"

Yang Jun furrowed his brows.

It is completely obvious that all of this is deliberate, and without Emperor Yun Fengyun's authorization, Zhou Tian would not dare to do this even with ten times the courage.

Faced with all this, Yang Jun also gave a bitter smile.

As a minor supporting character, the original novel's villain, must I only face such an outcome?

Yang Jun felt helpless, yet he was not afraid.

Since the heavens insist on this arrangement, I will simply accept it fully, and that is enough.

Zhou Tian also held something wrapped in cloth.

Yang Jun saw at a glance that this fellow had returned to Zhou Tian's hands.

It seems this emperor truly looks after me, taking very good care.

Such matters still need to be handled this way.

"Yang Jun, you are not worthy of marrying the Sixth Princess!"

Zhou Tian spoke loudly; in that sentence, everyone present stared wide-eyed.

But then, this situation made those shrewd officials also realize how they must respond next.

"Watch the nose, watch the heart, wait quietly for developments and changes—this is everyone's heartfelt agreement."

"Yang Jun, you and the Sixth Princess are not a match; you are only together because of the marriage contract while Prince Pingxi was alive."

"Unfortunately, you possess nothing that would make the Sixth Princess like you."

"As for me, I love the Sixth Princess, and I am also the Deputy Commander of the Imperial City Guard!"

"Looking at you, you lack both literary and martial talent—what qualifications or status do you have to marry the Sixth Princess?"

"While Prince Pingxi lived, you were merely a spoiled brat; now that he is dead, you are nothing."

"I have struggled step by step to reach today; you, on the other hand, have neither the qualifications nor the ability to be worthy of the Sixth Princess."

At this moment, Zhou Tian roared loudly.

"I have the ability and strength to let the Sixth Princess live a happy life."

"And you, heh, are nothing; you want to marry the Sixth Princess only to use her status to live the life you desire."

"I tell you, you have no such possibility!"

Zhou Tian bellowed loudly, his aura intimidating for a moment.

Those around, upon hearing Zhou Tian's words, were all stunned.

Zhou Tian's emotions were highly agitated; he shook his hand, sending the wrapped cloth flying.

Inside, the pure white Son-of-Heaven Sword was revealed.

A powerful aura emanated from the sword's body.

Those around could not help but glance sideways.

Moreover, they hurriedly stepped back.

Yang Jun watched this scene; deep inside, he felt an unease he could not conceal.

In this situation, it is truly impossible to respond lightly.

Let the officials guard the middle line and toss about as they will.

In short, here, everything still has to be dealt with by themselves.

The victors are always right.

These officials have already been through so much; they already understand how they ought to respond in this lifetime.

So, at this moment, whatever needs to be faced and dealt with must be dealt with to the utmost.

"Ah."

Yang Jun lightly shook his head, letting out a long sigh.

He had long understood these matters.

He was also aware of them.

But now, Zhou Tian steps forward, the King's Sword also in his hand.

Yang Jun merely chuckled.

"Is that old emperor, the sixth, trying to borrow this sword to send himself to his death?"

No matter what, there's no need to worry about those problems; the whole situation is truly laughable.

What truly must be achieved and established in response is that today I must fight.

Yun Xiyue, without hesitation, chose herself.

Do I still have room to retreat, and a chance?

Furthermore, what day is today?

Today is the day of my wedding to the Sixth Princess.

If Zhou Tian takes Yun Xiyue from me, then I will spend my life as a cuckold.

Such a thing, placed on any man, is unacceptable, unbearable.

Yang Jun glanced at Zhou Tian and gave a cold smile.

"Today is the day my Pingxi Prince's Mansion forms a marital alliance with the imperial family."

"There are many ways to ward off bad luck."

"But now, are you really going to use your own blood to ward off bad luck for me?"

Yang Jun, saying this, gave a slight smile.

Having come this far, how can I retreat?

If I retreat now, I will never be able to lift my head again for the rest of my life.

"Looks like you, Young Master Yang, want to die."

At this moment, Zhou Tian gave a cold smile, gripping the King's Sword, the blade trembling slightly as he gathered power.