Chapter 10: The protagonist is present

Lan Yanruo raised her delicate eyebrows and her gaze fell on Qin Muxue, who was standing outside the Tiger Might General's residence in a stunning red wedding gown, just like her. Qin Muxue was the top talent of the Shangyun Kingdom, proficient in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and dance. Although she was not as beautiful as the top beauty of the kingdom, she was definitely one of the most beautiful women due to her talent. The Emperor and the Empress favored her because of her intelligence and talent.

As for Yuwen Ce, despite being born into a commoner family, the Yuwen family was the wealthiest in the Shangyun Kingdom due to their successful business. Yuwen Ce had extraordinary looks with dark eyebrows and fiery eyes. He was sitting on a tall horse in his groom's attire, his expressionless face fixed on Qin Muxue.

Qin Muxue and Yuwen Ce were betrothed, but there was no love between them. However, due to their parents' arrangement, Yuwen Ce was here to marry her today. However, they were now at a standoff with Mo Chenyi's welcoming party outside the Tiger Might General's residence.

Many onlookers had already started betting. As a member of the royal family, Mo Chenyi's status was extremely prominent, and he was evenly matched with Yuwen Ce, who was as wealthy as a country, making it difficult to predict the outcome.

Lan Yanruo lowered her eyes and looked at the betting scene. Mo Chenyi's betting plate was filled with money bags, while Yuwen Ce's had only a small amount of silver. With a slight smile, she looked at the betting plate and then directly pulled out the gold hairpin borrowed from the Madam to enhance her appearance and stabbed it into the betting plate.

"I bet that Mo Chenyi will not marry, and Yuwen Ce will not marry either!"

Lan Yanruo's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in the minds of the people setting up the betting scene. Slowly raising his eyelids, a man suddenly realized that the speaker was the third Miss of the Prime Minister's residence, who had been abandoned by Mo Chenyi before marriage.

The man narrowed his eyes and disdainfully glanced at Lan Yanruo, sneering, "Who do we have here? Isn't this the third Miss of the Prime Minister's residence?!"

The man speaking was familiar to Lan Yanruo. He was the eldest grandson of the Duke of Zhengguo, and the close nephew of Lady Liu, named Liu Chengfeng.

In the capital, everyone knew Liu Chengfeng, who was handsome and charming, but in Lan Yanruo's knowledge, he was a playboy who lived off his family's wealth.

With a cold smile, Lan Yanruo retorted, "Isn't this my cousin? Why are you so free today? Instead of going to the brothel, you're here setting up a betting scene?"

Regardless of the relationship, she was still Liu Chengfeng's cousin in name. The Prime Minister's residence had been humiliated, and instead of restraining himself, Liu Chengfeng was setting up a betting scene here.

"Hmph!" Liu Chengfeng sneered, "Stop pretending to be close to me. I, as a noble, don't have a lowly cousin like you."

Liu Chengfeng's voice was loud, attracting the attention of the onlookers.

To make a point, Lan Yanruo raised her voice and said, "Can't a discarded woman like me survive in this world?!"

"Hmph!" Liu Chengfeng snorted, "I heard you tried to commit suicide. You should just go and die instead of embarrassing yourself here..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly lit up with a cunning glint. His aunt usually despised Lan Yanruo. Why not take this opportunity to vent her anger for his aunt? With a cold smile, Liu Chengfeng loudly exclaimed, "Everyone, come and see! This is the discarded woman, Lan Yanruo, who was abandoned by Prince Chenyi!"

Instantly, the surrounding crowd turned their attention to Lan Yanruo.

At that moment, Mo Chenyi, Yuwen Ce, and Qin Muxue, who were in a three-way standoff, were all drawn to the scene. They all looked at the defiant figure of Lan Yanruo, sitting proudly in her blood-red wedding gown, exuding an air of elegance and confidence, not at all like a discarded woman.

Sitting on his steed, Mo Chenyi spotted Lan Yanruo not far away. Her presence had already surprised him, but what surprised him even more was the fact that she was riding a pure white horse without a hint of any other color.

Narrowing his eyes, a hint of determination flashed in his eyes. He recognized the horse as Junmo's mount, the rare white sweat-blood horse, White Light.

White Light was difficult to tame, and only Junmo could do it. So why was she riding White Light here?

Meeting Mo Chenyi's gaze, Lan Yanruo's lips curled into a faint smile. Then, she spurred her horse and rode straight towards Mo Chenyi.