I am also proud and unyielding

  Ou Ruolan was quietly waiting for her groom in the room when Cui Zhu came in with a smile: "Princess."

  "What's wrong with you? You're getting more and more out of touch with me." The tone was scolding, but the words were spoken lightly.

  "Reporting to the princess, I was just feeling lazy and thought that on your big wedding day, I must do my best. So I went to splash some water on my face to refresh myself, but who knew I'd be tripped by a scoundrel halfway there?" Cui Zhu smiled mischievously as she handed Ou Ruolan a cup of tea.

  "Hmph, stinky girl loves to play and still has so many words." Oulan tweaked her bangs, about the right time, Pan Yu Yang should also come in.

  "Princess, I'll sneak a peek at the banquet hall." Cui Zhu was about to head to the banquet hall.

  "No need, just be more clever next time and keep an eye on those two cheap people." Ouro Lan looked at her own fingers, matching the joyful room was beautiful.

  "The slave had already asked that cheap girl for her well-being earlier." Cui Zhu immediately fawned and tidied up Ou Ruolan's scattered hair.

  "Oh? You're quite bold, aren't you?" Orlane's tone was clearly not one of rebuke towards Cui Zhu, but rather one of tacit approval.

  One master and one servant were waiting for Pan Yu Yang, the sky had already darkened, Cui Zhu couldn't help but frequently called to invite the son-in-law, Ou Ruo Lan was not in a hurry, he Pan Yu Yang didn't dare not come, tomorrow the people from the palace would naturally enter the room to collect the chastity cloth, if Pan Yu Yang didn't come, this matter would be big.

  As expected, the door was kicked open with a loud crash, and Pan Yuanyang stumbled in, reeking of alcohol.

  "Prince Consort..." Cui Zhu was about to say something else, but Ou Ruolan waved her hand and Cui Zhu left with a pout on her face.

  "Go to sleep." Ouro Lan's peach blossom eyes rolled around, full of charm and allure.

  Pan Yu Yang looked at her, picked up his wine cup, poured two cups of wine by himself, grasped one in each hand and drained them.

  The next day

  Ou Ruolan smiled and let Cui Zhu help her dress up, the man in the bed had no intention of waking up, Ou Ruolan didn't mind, last night's intimacy made her even more satisfied with this man, that kind of rough behavior unexpectedly became her pleasure.

  Today is the day for the two of them to return to the palace, so she woke up early and dressed herself: "Cui Zhu, is that cheap woman still kneeling?"

  "Reporting back to Your Highness, that lowly person has been kneeling there since yesterday."

  The man inside the mosquito net suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't get up immediately, but lay quietly.

  "Come with me and take a look." Oulan looked at the curtains: "Husband, get up early, sisters are still waiting to serve tea." She turned around without looking at him and walked out directly.

  Pan Yu Yang pounded the bed fiercely, gritting his teeth, with tense muscles on his face. He hated this marriage with political intrigue, he hated himself for being a pawn in the struggle for power!

  "Get up for me!" Cui Zhu supported Ou Ruolan to the main hall where they had their ceremony yesterday, and saw Yan'er curled up on the ground, kicking her fiercely with one foot.

  "Ah......" Yan'er's voice was very weak, and she only slightly came to her senses due to the sudden stimulation.

  Ou Ruolan didn't say a word and sat down elegantly, watching Cui Zhu scolding Yan'er.

  "You really don't understand the rules! It's already early morning, and you're still sleeping in. The princess is already sitting here waiting for you to serve her tea!" Cui Zhu said, kicking him again.

  Her face was a bit dizzy, she moved her body and knelt down on the ground with a thud.

  "Princess, this wretched girl is too outrageous! Just look at her!" Cui Zhu glared resentfully at Yan'er, who was kneeling on the ground.

  This behavior, which didn't even ask for mercy, made Orlan very unhappy. She hoped that this woman would kneel down and beg for mercy after seeing her, and then trample on her dignity. However, this woman had a proud bone in her body and didn't say half a word. Alright, not speaking will have its own way of making you speak.

  "En en." Orlan cleared her throat, her emerald eyes sparkling as she smiled and drew near.

  "The princess is a bit thirsty, I'll go and make you some tea." Before long, Cui Zhu arrived in front of Yan'er with a steaming teapot, smiling.

  "You wretched person, don't you even serve tea to the new mistress? You made the princess angry yesterday and still haven't learned your lesson today!" Cui Zhu poured a cup of scalding hot tea water, which she had personally supervised the servant in brewing. Hehehe.

  Her face lowered and her head hung low, she struggled to get up: "Yan'er offers tea to the mistress."

  Ou Ruolan burst into laughter: "Finally willing to admit that you are a slave? However, you overestimate yourself, you are just a cheap maid!"

  Cui Zhu grabbed Xiang Er's hand and shoved a teacup into it, splashing out a lot of hot water.

  "Ah!" The scalding hot water splashed onto Yan's hands, body, and face, causing her immense pain. The cup fell to the ground with a loud crash. Yan grasped her hands, constantly rubbing the areas burned by the tea water.

  "What a big nerve!" Orlan slapped the table, and some of the family servants also knelt down, this lady was indeed formidable.

  "Despicable person! You actually dare to be disrespectful to Madame!" Cui Zhu stretched out her hand and pinched Yan'er's cheek.

  "What are you doing!" Pan Yu Yang stood up and tidied himself shortly after Ou Ruolan left, just in time to see Cui Zhu, that reckless maid, pulling at Yan'er's face as he followed those two black-hearted master and servant into the main hall.

  "Husband." Ouro Lan stood up elegantly: "Cui Zhu is getting more and more unscrupulous, not knowing when to stop."

  "Yes." Cui Zhu was somewhat afraid of Pan Yueyang and pursed her lips.

  "Why must you scold my concubine so harshly!" Pan Yu Yang helped Yan Er up, but Yan Er strongly pushed his hand away and slowly got to her feet by supporting herself on the ground. Due to kneeling for a long time, both legs had become numb, every movement was very difficult to complete.

  "How could I? It's all because of this little girl, so impudent." Ouro Lan glared at Cui Zhu.

  "Yes, Master Gao spare my life. It was just that Cui Zhu was momentarily taking the lead for the master and felt injustice, so she took it upon herself to offend Madame Yan." Cui Zhu also stretched out her hand to slap her own face.

  "Alright! Have you had enough of making a fuss?" Pan Yu Yang was getting increasingly annoyed as she looked at Cui Zhu.

  "Your Highness, spare my life! Cui'er was originally going to serve tea to the princess, but just as I handed her the teacup, she smashed it, and that's when..."

  Pan Yu Yang took a glance at her face: "Hurry up and get someone to help her back to rest!"

  Her face coldly glanced at Pan Yu Yang, didn't say a word and let the two little maids support her as she left.

  "You, drag him out and give him twenty slaps!" Pan Yu Yang pointed at Cui Zhu, he wasn't a fool, of course he could see whether Yan Er was being insolent or if the master and servant duo were bullying someone.

  "Husband!"

  "Your Majesty!"

  The master and servant spoke out at the same time, Emerald Bamboo knelt on the ground and kowtowed with all her might. Twenty slaps! If she had received twenty slaps herself, would she still be able to walk?

  "Cui Zhu is a maid I brought back from the palace, she is from the palace. The palace knows that husband's punishment was not wrong, but this punishment should be carried out by people from the palace. Husband, don't delay any longer, it's time to enter the palace." Ouyang Lan held Pan Yueyang's hand, her breath as gentle as orchids.

  "Hmph!" He's using the Emperor again to suppress himself, Pan Yu Yang clenched his fists tightly.

  "Come on, husband." She pulled his arm and turned back to look at the green bamboo: "Don't be slow to follow up." This useless girl.

  Her face was supported by two small maids as she returned to the house in the small courtyard. The cold and quiet room made her feel a bit chilly, after all it was already deep autumn weather. After putting her down, the two maids left, and Yan'er sat on the bed with aching all over, feeling somewhat tired and fell asleep.

  "Darling!" Pan Yu Yang picked up her body and spun around three times in the air, affectionately kissing her forehead.

  "Hehehe." Xiang'er blushed and smiled: "Look, Moon Yang, the sea is really beautiful!" Xiang'er pointed to the sunset on the sea surface, she let go of Pan Yueyang, ran towards the direction of the sunset, and the glory of the sunset filled her whole body.

  "It's so beautiful! What are your wishes?" Pan Yu Yang took a deep breath of the moist sea air.

  "Yue Yang! I want you to face the sea, face the sunset and shout three times that this life only loves me, and be with me forever!" Yan Er shouted loudly facing the sea, then turned back to look at Pan Yue Yang.

  "Alright, I, Pan Yueyang, swear that in this lifetime, I will only love Yan'er and be with her forever..."

  Before Pan Yu Yang could finish speaking, the sky changed color, rolling black clouds pressed down, and the dull sky no longer had any light. The seawater stagnated, and slowly the seawater actually turned into a gray color like the sky. Yan Er grasped Pan Yu Yang's hand, somewhat tense.

  "I want to make Pan Yu Yang love me for a lifetime, let his love for me bloom all over the mountains and plains! This life, next life, he is mine! You will get nothing!" Ou Ruolan's voice was viciously echoing in the sky, each word like a sharp sword piercing into Yan's body.

  Her face struggled desperately, but all she saw were the colorful flowers blooming rapidly like they had been cast a spell, everywhere she went was filled with blooming flowers, and by her ears were Pan Yueyang's laughter: "I'm Pan Yueyang, this life I only love Oulalan, never leave or abandon, through life and death together, we must be together forever! I am Lulan's!"

  Her face suddenly sat up with a fierce strength, her body radiating a chill, she stroked her forehead, no sweat.

  Dreaming, dreaming, this dream is too terrifying. My face stiffened, my body and mind kept repeating the scene of blooming flowers all over the mountains, the colorful glass scenery, and Pan Yueyang's vows, word by word.

  Her face raised: "Day has its thoughts, night has its dreams." Comforting her own heart, she still hadn't recovered from the sudden wake-up, turned her head to see that the sky was a bit murky, thinking that she had slept for a day.

  "Fenghe, Fenghe?" Yan'er regained some strength and suddenly remembered that she hadn't seen Fenghe's shadow since she returned.

  She got up and went downstairs with a dizzy face, she was too tired just now, and even her shoes were not taken off before falling asleep. Her feet still wore shoes, hadn't Fenghe come in during this sleep? A bad premonition began to emerge, she couldn't bear the pain of her body, quickly walked out of the room, shouting Fenghe in every corner of the small courtyard.

  "Fenghe, wind......" Yan'er stared blankly at Fenghe in front of her, whose face was covered with blood.

  "Ah——" fainted.