Everyone craned their necks to look in the direction that she was pointing. The people around automatically cleared a path.

They couldn't wait to see how sacred Jun Mohuang's “dear” was, and whether he was indeed more impressive than the Fourth Prince.

“Humph, whom are you deceiving!”

Su Zhiyu had originally felt a little nervous, but looking over and not seeing anything, she immediately felt relieved.

How could there be a better man than Feng Yunyi in Huan Yun? If there had been one, she would already have made her move.

As soon as she thought this, a coercive force swept from afar.

It seemed like a heavy rock was pressing down on her back, preventing her from lifting her head.

Everyone present bent over and saluted strangely, except for Jun Mohuang and the Sixth Prince.

Pa.s.sing by every bowing person, Di Lingtian walked over slowly.

He was obviously walking slowly with an elegant posture, but he crossed 100 meters in a few long strides and stood next to Jun Mohuang.

His speed was so fast that everyone only saw a flash of black clothes.

“Huang'er, you're naughty again.”

Di Lingtian reached out to tap the tip of her nose, his deep eyes full of affection.

“Don't do that.”

Jun Mohuang grabbed his hand. He actually took advantage of her while acting.

Di Lingtian leaned near her ear, and whispered, “We've already done everything these days, why are you still shy?”

His warm breath sprayed on her white and tender earlobes, crisp and itchy.

“Don't talk nonsense. Focus.”

Jun Mohuang rolled her eyes countless times inwardly. They had only just kissed and slept under the same blanket.

And she had been forced. Did he have to talk about it with such l.u.s.t and sentimentality?

Flicking his sleeves, Di Lingtian removed the oppression on everyone's back.

They all looked up one after another. This man was as n.o.ble as a king, handsome, exquisite, and extremely graceful.

In comparison, Feng Yunyi was like a chicken against a phoenix, an earthworm against a real dragon.

Everyone had to admit that Feng Yunyi paled in comparison in terms of appearance, manners, and strength.

“Fourth Prince, Miss Su, you've lost. Now, it's time to fulfill our contract.”

Jun Mohuang smirked at the two of them and reached out her white hand.

Feng Yunyi and Su Zhiyu's expressions were extremely ugly.

Before Feng Yunyi said anything, one of his brain-dead fans retorted, “Humph, who said you've won? Can you prove that the relations.h.i.+p between you two is real? The ident.i.ty of this person is also unknown. He might not be as n.o.ble as the Fourth Prince!”

This remark was immediately backed up by most people.

“I'm already engaged to Huang'er. You can ask the Jun Family's patriarch for confirmation.”

Facing all the doubts, Di Lingtian mentioned Jun Yangfeng's name.

“Patriarch Jun, is that true?”

“Yes.”

Following behind him, Jun Yangfeng looked bitter. Having been forced by the man to come here, he didn't dare to deny it.

No wonder Jun Mohuang dared to be so arrogant in the study that day. It turned out she had such a powerful person backing her up.

“As for my ident.i.ty…”

Di Lingtian chuckled lightly, and a trace of blood pa.s.sed through his black eyes.

Seeing the strange blood color, Feng Yunyi's legs suddenly turned limp, and he fell directly to the ground.

He was panting hard, and sweat was breaking out on his forehead.

“Your Excellency is indeed more n.o.ble than I am. I'm willing to admit defeat.”

He bit his lips tightly and neatly handed over the sword and 1,000 Spirit Stones.

Grabbing Su Zhiyu's collar, he opened his palm without hesitation and started hitting her.