Chapter 105: With Her Assistance

Zhou Tian's victory and Yang Jun's defeat seemed to have become an inevitable outcome in everyone's eyes.

However, after Yang Jun blocked several more of Zhou Tian's sword qi, he suddenly stepped back and stopped.

"Zhou Tian, you are indeed formidable."

Yang Jun laughed as he spoke to Zhou Tian.

At this point, he did not hide the gap between himself and Zhou Tian.

Moreover, Zhou Tian's current performance is indeed formidable.

Therefore, his words were indeed praise.

But Yang Jun did not give up.

Because he understood that he still had a hidden trump card.

At that moment, a thin-faced little eunuch hid behind the crowd and closed his eyes.

In an instant, everything in heaven and earth vanished, leaving only her and Yang Jun's hearts in communion, their inner power linked.

"Yang Jun, I assist you today; I hope you will remember."

At that very moment, Yang Jun's stance stood at the center of the aura; stepping back one step, his presence increased by a layer.

Third Rank.

Fourth Rank.

Fifth Rank!

As everyone stared in shock, Yang Jun's strength underwent an obvious change.

Before everyone's eyes, it leapt straight to Fifth Rank!

This scene left everyone stunned.

Yang Jun gripped the sword with both hands; the Overlord Sword's mighty aura burst forth.

A powerful sword qi shot out, directly knocking the King's Sword from Zhou Tian's hand.

At the same time, Yang Jun lifted his foot and kicked Zhou Tian in the chest, sending him flying.

"How is this possible?"

Zhou Tian staggered but managed to steady his mind with great effort.

At this moment, he was disheveled, eyes wide open as he stared at Yang Jun.

Clearly he is inferior to me; how could his power surge at this moment?

But Yang Jun gave him no chance to think.

At the same time, the Overlord Sword came down again in a slash.

Zhou Tian hastily responded, a muffled groan escaping as his defense shattered, blood trickling from his mouth, and he dropped to one knee.

It happened suddenly, shocking everyone.

This unpreventable ending was shocking.

"Heir Yang has won!"

The first to react were actually the civil and military officials, who had merely been watching the spectacle.

Yet at that moment they all spoke up, causing an uproar that filled the sky.

"What's going on? Could my eyes be playing tricks?"

"I've been losing all along; how could it change all at once?"

"Is this truly the Heir of Prince Pingxi's real strength?"

"As expected of the Heir of Prince Pingxi—his final reversal strike was truly overbearing!"

The officials debated endlessly; the expected outcome did not come to pass.

Instead, such a change occurred at this moment.

Yang Jun's performance today was not only about strength; another aspect was the wisdom he displayed.

He first showed weakness, then endured, retreating step by step.

Thus, until the crucial moment, he struck again to seize final victory.

As for Zhou Tian, it seems he has already lost his heavenly pride at this moment.

Everyone says he is a martial arts genius, unbeatable among his peers.

But today's result was a harsh slap to his face.

At the same time, it woke everyone up.

"Hahaha, good, my son, you should suppress all your peers!"

Prince Pingxi Yang Ye laughed heartily; this victory made him immensely proud.

Yun Fengyun's face darkened, his anger quickly surging.

I myself gave the Holy Sword to Zhou Tian, and he swore he would surely win.

But now, is this it?

What's the point of such a result?

Yang Jun merely concealed his edge, yet in the end turned defeat into victory—who could have predicted that?

Zhou Tian lost, meaning that no matter how unwilling I am now, the marriage is meaningless.

Moreover, even considering the importance of Prince Pingxi and how this marriage ties to the nation's fate, these are things he cannot deny.

At this moment, Yun Xiyue no longer hesitated or felt sorrow.

She could also move; upon hearing the news of Yang Jun's victory, she was moved to tears.

The Empress held her tightly, eyes full of pity, while her heart felt relieved for Yang Jun.

"All right, now Father Emperor has no reason to refuse—are you ready? Yang Jun is about to marry you."

Yun Xiyue's tears streamed down her face, she nodded firmly.

"All right, if you keep crying you won't look nice; on the wedding day, if you smudge your makeup, that won't do."

"Look at you, this is the makeup the Empress Dowager did for you because you didn't sleep in."

The Empress comforted Yun Xiyue, her face full of pity and also happiness.

This matter finally got a satisfactory resolution.

One's own daughter is naturally cherished.

Everything she wanted has finally come to fruition.

No matter what, having accomplished what should be done couldn't be better.

At the Prince Pingxi's mansion, from early morning when the gate could catch sparrows, by noon there was an endless stream of guests carrying various gifts.

The carriages in front of the mansion couldn't even stop.

Guests who arrived later simply had to walk, coming on foot.

The mansion's popularity was extraordinary, beyond everyone's expectations.

The Prince Pingxi's mansion also had many people, but today there were too many guests, making reception rather strained.

However, no guest would complain about the reception being a bit slow.

Everyone was smiling, feeling honored to be able to attend such a wedding banquet.

The Heir of Prince Pingxi's grand wedding—such an affair, this magnificent event—how could anyone else compare?

Everyone acted enthusiastically, all wanting to leave a good impression in front of Prince Pingxi.

When Deng Jian learned that Prince Pingxi was still alive, he burst into tears, tears streaming down his face.

But soon he was happily bustling about among the guests.

No one dared to slight him; everyone treated him politely.

A seventh-rank official in the chancellor's gatehouse, yet although Prince Pingxi is not a chancellor, his power and influence completely surpass that of a chancellor.

Deng Jian today, well, can basically be considered a seventh-rank official!

Deng Jian rushed about greeting guests; although he was exhausted and his waist ached, he was so happy his back stayed ramrod straight.

When people encounter joyous occasions, they feel refreshed, and everything proceeds in an orderly, busy manner.

Before the mansion, the wedding banquet was set up, bustling nonstop.

Yang Jun, however, had already taken Yun Xiyue back to the room earlier.

Now, the wedding banquet and the guests don't matter anymore.

What's important is just you and me getting down to business.

"My love, shouldn't we attend to proper business?"

Yang Jun could finally stare openly and aboveboard at Yun Xiyue.

In her scarlet bridal robes, accompanying her peerless exquisite visage, she is now utterly alluring.

"What should I call you?"

Yun Xiyue seemed to be questioning, will be more, at this moment her lips slightly curled, that face full of relief and boundless joy, all of which were fully revealed here.