572: Yang Zhaojue in anger

Princesss Mansion.

At this moment, Yang Lingchen and Cang Qingyue were immersed in that intoxicating and physically beneficial activity.

Just as they were at the peak of their passion, an urgent voice from a maid suddenly came from outside the door:

"Your Highness, someone has come from the palace, saying His Majesty requests you and the Consort to go over."

"Wait a moment," Cang Qingyue scolded softly, then turned to look at Yang Lingchen, her beautiful eyes filled with urgency: "Bastard, let's go quickly, don't delay any longer."

"Mm." Yang Lingchen nodded.

...

Half an hour later.

Yang Lingchen and Cang Qingyue walked out of the room, feeling refreshed and radiant.

"Your Highness, you have finally come out. His Majesty has already urged us several times," the eunuch Zhao Hao said anxiously.

"Eunuch Zhao, what does Father Emperor want with us?" Cang Qingyue raised an eyebrow and asked curiously.

"The Fourteenth Prince of the Haotian Immortal Kingdom has arrived, and he specifically requested to see you, Your Highness," Zhao Hao said respectfully.

"Let's go!" Cang Qingyue's willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of doubt flashed across her beautiful Face. She then pulled Yang Lingchen along and boarded the luxurious beast carriage heading to the imperial palace.

The beast carriage traveled at lightning speed, and in less time than it takes to drink a cup of tea, they arrived at the magnificent banquet hall of the imperial palace.

Today, the imperial banquet hall was exceptionally lively. In the center of the hall, music and dance filled the air, with beautiful dance moves intertwining with melodious music. On the banquet tables all around were an array of delicacies from land and sea, as well as incredibly precious medicinal cuisine.

To welcome Yang Zhaojue, almost all of the high-ranking members of the Cangyun Empire's royal family were present.

At this moment, Yang Zhaojue, like the moon surrounded by stars, sat in the very center of the banquet with Cang Qingtian.

"Greetings, Father Emperor."

Cang Qingyue and Yang Lingchen arrived at the banquet hall and bowed slightly to Cang Qingtian.

"Yuer, Chener, you are here." Cang Qingtian nodded slightly, then pointed to Yang Zhaojue beside him and introduced: "This is the Fourteenth Prince of the Haotian Immortal Kingdom, Yang Zhaojue."

"Greetings, Fourteenth Prince."

Cang Qingyue greeted him politely. With her free-spirited nature, she would never bow or scrape to anyone other than her own father and elders.

"It is rumored that Princess Qingyue is one of the four proud daughters of heaven in the Eastern Region. Seeing you today, the rumors are indeed true."

A faint, seemingly refined smile curled on the corners of Yang Zhaojue's mouth, but a flash of amazement flickered deep in his eyes.

It had to be said that Cang Qingyue was indeed as beautiful as a celestial being. Although her personality was free and lively, it only added to her unique and charming temperament.

"Fourteenth Prince, you flatter me," Cang Qingyue said, as calm as water.

"Is this Princess Qingyue's husband?" Yang Zhaojue turned to look at Yang Lingchen, and a sharp murderous intent instantly flashed deep in his eyes.

"I am Lingchen, greetings, Fourteenth Prince." Yang Lingchen frowned slightly. Just now, he had clearly sensed a cold murderous intent coming from Yang Zhaojue.

"Did you kill Bai Qiyan?" An invisible and powerful pressure suddenly radiated from Yang Zhaojue's body.

At this moment, he had already recognized Yang Lingchen.

"I do not know anyone named Bai Qiyan."

At this time, Yang Lingchen naturally would not easily admit it; otherwise, how would that be any different from seeking his own death?

"You dare to quibble in front of This Prince? Do you really think This Prince doesn't know what you did in Baiyu City?"

Yang Zhaojue's voice was extremely cold, as if it could freeze the surrounding air. An invisible pressure engulfed Yang Lingchen, covering the sky and earth.

"The Fourteenth Prince must have mistaken me for someone else."

Yang Lingchen's voice was as calm as water, without the slightest hint of nervousness, as if the other party had truly mistaken him for someone else.

"Brat, are you from the Xuan Yin Palace?"

Yang Zhaojue's eyes revealed a sinister, snake-like aura.

"That's right," Yang Lingchen said without hesitation.

"For the sake of the Cang Kingdom Master, This Prince can overlook what you did in Baiyu City, but Cang Qingyue is the object of this marriage alliance, so you should know what to do without me saying it!"

Yang Zhaojue was composed, speaking in a condescending and arrogant tone.

"Cang Qingyue is already my woman, and she will only be my woman for the rest of her life. Yet you, as a prince of the Haotian Immortal Kingdom, spend your days thinking about stealing other people's women. Don't you think this is smearing the reputation of the Haotian Immortal Kingdom?"

Yang Lingchen's tone was resonant and powerful, his sharp eyes staring directly at the other party without fear.

"Stinky brat! Do you really think This Prince doesn't dare to kill you?" Yang Zhaojue's eyes were filled with a murderous intent so thick it was almost impenetrable.

"You can try."

Yang Lingchen said coldly, while secretly remaining fully vigilant.

Although Yang Zhaojue's cultivation level had reached the fourth layer of the Spirit God Realm, if Yang Lingchen wanted to escape, the other party might not necessarily be able to catch him.

"You are courting death."

Yang Zhaojue's eyes were filled with unbridled murderous intent. He suddenly struck out with a palm, and a sharp Palm Force, like a violent storm, swept toward Yang Lingchen like a tidal wave.

"Stop."

Just at this moment, Cang Qingtian shouted coldly. An incomparably powerful aura erupted from his body. He raised his right hand, and an invisible divine energy instantly held back Yang Zhaojue's Palm Force, causing it to dissipate into nothingness.

"Cang Qingtian, you have a lot of nerve to dare stop the Fourteenth Prince," the old man behind Yang Zhaojue shouted sternly.

The old man's body exuded a pressure as immense as Mount Tai, his sharp eyes staring fixedly at Cang Qingtian.

"Yang Zhaojue, I hope you understand one thing: this is the Cangyun Empire, not a place where you can act recklessly or do as you please."

Cang Qingtian's eyes showed a hint of coldness, then he looked at the old man, his eyes filled with disdain: "As for you, you have no qualification to talk to me."

"Cang Qingtian, are you sure you want to go against This Prince for the sake of this brat?" Yang Zhaojue looked at Cang Qingtian coldly, his gaze full of threats.

"Yang Zhaojue, I do not intend to go against you. It's just that this child is, after all, my son-in-law. If he were killed in front of me, what Face would I have to continue being the Emperor of the Cangyun Empire?" Cang Qingtian said coldly, his tone incomparably firm.

"Cang Qingtian, have you considered the consequences of going against This Prince?"

Yang Zhaojue's tone was extremely cold, his sharp eyes revealing a bone-chilling murderous intent.

"Yang Zhaojue, aren't you overestimating yourself? You are merely a prince of the Haotian Immortal Kingdom; aren't you taking yourself too seriously?"

Cang Qingtian's eyes showed a hint of disdain as he said: "With the strength of our Cangyun Empire, if we wanted to form a marriage alliance, I am sure there are many other princes in the Haotian Immortal Kingdom who would be interested."

"Cang Qingtian, you...!"

At this moment, Yang Zhaojue's expression became incredibly ugly, like dark clouds gathering. He had not expected Cang Qingtian's attitude to be so tough, with no intention of backing down at all.

This time, Yang Zhaojue came for a marriage alliance primarily because he valued the powerful strength of the Cangyun Empire. If he could gain the support of the Cangyun Empire, his status in the Haotian Immortal Kingdom would rise sharply, and he might even stand out in the future battle for the crown prince position.

After all, the Cangyun Empire was the number one power in the Eastern Region. Although there was still a gap compared to the powers in the Central Plains, it was at least a powerful force that ranked among the top.

"Yang Zhaojue, if there is nothing else, please leave!" Cang Qingtian directly and mercilessly issued an order to expel the guest.

He had not expected things to reach this point, but at the moment it happened, he ultimately chose to stand on Yang Lingchen's side.

There were two factors for this: first, Yang Lingchen was now his son-in-law; the second reason was Yang Lingchen's astonishing talent.

After all, throughout history, anyone capable of defeating a Spirit God Realm Cultivator with the cultivation level of the Third Layer of the Sovereign Realm has been a top-tier powerhouse of their era.

Once such a peerless Prodigy grows up, they definitely have the world-shaking ability to overturn the structure of the Realm of the Gods.

Therefore, what Cang Qingtian did could be considered a long-term investment. As for whether there would be any gains in the future? That could only be left to fate.

"Cang Qingtian, you will regret this. We shall see." Yang Zhaojue left a harsh threat, then flicked his sleeves and left, his expression extremely angry.

Originally, he had come to the Cangyun Empire intending to use the marriage alliance to consolidate his position in the Haotian Immortal Kingdom, but the outcome had completely exceeded his expectations.

"Your Highness, where are we going?" the old man asked.

"To the Yan Yang Sect," Yang Zhaojue said.

He had come to the Eastern Region this time originally to win over various forces. Since he had failed to win over the Cangyun Empire, he would have to settle for second best and win over the Yan Yang Sect.