The night in the ancient city was bustling with activity. Red lanterns hung high, as bright as flowers, and the streets were crowded with people. There were also traveling performers, swallowing fire, juggling, and displaying their skills, with cheers rising and falling throughout the square.,"This... isn't Zhao Family Head" "How could the Liu family's eldest miss, with such talent, be willing to marry this useless person" 。"I wonder what good deeds I did in my past life." 。On such a joyous occasion, why would we stay at home with each other when there is so much to see and do in the streets 。Such heavy killing intent, who provoked him 。The crowd on the street jostled and shoved each other, pointing and whispering amongst themselves. There was much pity, mockery, and suspicion in their voices. 。Ahead, Zhao Yun's killing intent was palpable. His pale face still bore a hint of ferocity. 。Perhaps, in that instant when he lifted the red veil, he should have understood. He just refused to admit it. 。He, Zhao Yun, the head of the Zhao family, a martial arts prodigy of the past, is now a broken vein and waste. 。,What infuriated him was that Liu Ruyue, who was supposed to fulfill the marriage contract, was secretly scheming:She refused to marry herself but pushed her younger sister forward. 。A wedding of Liang Huànzhù would make the Zhao family just like him, forgetting about being the biggest laughingstock in Gǔchéng City. 。More ridiculously, 。。