Chapter 807: Her Highness Has Yet to Enter the Door

In the room, Anya lowered her eyebrows with a look of grievance.

Being in the Imperial City Palace, she lived in constant fear day and night. Whenever reports from the southern front came, she always tried to find out as soon as possible.

But every time she heard about the fierce battle, her face turned pale with fear, afraid of being separated from Qin Feng!

So when she learned that the conflict had subsided, she rushed here without hesitation, just wanting to see her beloved as soon as possible.

The person she longed for in her dreams was finally before her eyes. Bursting with longing, she impulsively rushed forward, feeling his heartbeat and warmth, immersing herself in the sweetness.

Unfortunately, the tender moment was short-lived. She was swiftly lifted by Cang Feilan and taken aside.

“Men and women should not be too intimate,” her tone was slightly cold, with a hint of warning.

Anya came to her senses, and a mix of awkwardness and shyness appeared in her eyes. But then, as if remembering something, she regained her usual calmness and composure, and said, “He will eventually marry me in the Imperial CIty.”

Her eyes met Cang Feilan’s, and she didn’t avoid them.

The gazes of the two women clashed, sparks seemingly flying, yet neither was willing to back down.

This scene startled Qin Feng, making him shrink back. He feared getting caught in the crossfire, so he pulled the blanket over himself as if trying to shield himself from the inevitable.

It wasn’t until Liu Jianli spoke softly, “Her Highness has yet to enter the door.”

The words from the main wife made Anya’s proud demeanor instantly dissipate.

Her mother had once said that when competing for a husband with other women, one must employ a strategy of balance, playing to one’s strengths and avoiding weaknesses, in order to navigate the battles of the harem without shedding blood.

As the mistress of the harem, her mother was well-versed in this art and had ample experience.

She listened attentively and even humbly asked for advice when encountering things she didn’t understand.

But when her mother spoke the last sentence, she finally understood that all the previous lessons were in vain.

“For ordinary women, these methods are sufficient to cope, but unfortunately, you are facing the daughter of the Liu family.”

“Born destined to enter the realm of the Sword God, with a natural jade sword heart, she seeks only to follow her own desires, straightforwardly and directly.”

“Those subtle tactics are useless.”

And when she asked her mother how to counteract this, she received a wry answer—

“Either subdue her with force, or obediently follow her wishes and then find ways to capture the heart of the Qin Family boy.”

In simple terms, direct confrontation was futile; she could only endure humiliation and find a roundabout way to save the situation through her husband.

These words were like a revelation, reminding Anya of what the daughter of the Asura King had said when they clashed back then.

A husband is to be fought for.

Now thinking carefully, the situation of the Qin Family seemed no different from that of the Asura tribe.

But she was of the Literature Saint Dao Lineage, how could she compete against two high-grade Divine Martial Warriors? Anya felt bitter in her heart, and then resigned herself to her fate and said: “Elder Sister is right, I was rude.”

Facing the dominant Liu Jianli, even the proud Cang Feilan had been defeated, let alone her?

‘After getting that thing, what exactly are they going to do?’

Qin Feng pinched his brow, unable to figure it out. He thought that after returning to Imperial City, he would go to the Heavenly Tower to ask his teacher.

He took out the ink jade that Ghost Lord had once given him from his pocket, trying to make contact.

After all, they still needed to send envoys to Imperial City to discuss the alliance, maybe they could go together this time.

However, after his aura entered the ink jade, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, with no response for a long time.

“It seems there are still many things to deal with in the Netherworld,” Qin Feng thought to himself.

“My Lord,” came a shout from behind.

Turning around, three graceful figures looked like a painting.

“It’s time to go back.”

“Alright.”

Inside the majestic Ghost Palace, the Ghost Lord sat high, overlooking everyone.

After more than ten days of adjustment, the monsters remaining in the Netherworld had been completely wiped out.

And the various problems from before had been resolved in an orderly manner.

The Netherworld seemed to have weathered the storm, but everyone knew that this was just the calm before the storm.

Those immortal existences would surely return, and then it would be a calamity for the three realms!

Zhao Wenhao respectfully clasped his fists, “My Lord, the selection of personnel to be sent to the Imperial City has not been confirmed.”

Upon hearing this, the others were all eager, and someone stood up.

It was Qin Jian’an.

Since the battle at Candle Dragon, he hadn’t seen his family again and naturally missed them deeply.

Moreover, hearing that his son was going to marry Princess Anya, how could he, as a father, be absent?

Before, there was no opportunity to go up there, but now that the Gate of Hell couldn’t be closed and the Netherworld was connected to the human world, it was much more convenient. He couldn’t miss this opportunity.

If it weren’t for the barrier between Yin and Yang, the people of the Netherworld wouldn’t be able to stay in the human world for long. He even planned to stay there.

“Permission granted,” the Ghost Lord agreed, then said, “The matter of discussing the alliance is of great importance, and it requires someone from the Netherworld to accompany.”

Zhao Wenhao was about to speak but was interrupted by someone.

“I’m willing to go!” Meng Shuang said eagerly.

Human wine had always been on her mind. This time, not only could she satisfy her cravings, but she could also learn the art of brewing. What could be better?

The Ghost Lord glanced at her and reluctantly pinched her brow, “Send another one with a brain.”

Meng Shuang: “???”