Farm Girl Turns Everything Around: Sly Husband, Let's Farm

Chapter 1197: Chapter 1195: Fight First, Talk Later_1 Chapter 1197: Chapter 1195: Fight First, Talk Later_1 The moment these words were spoken, Yang Wenxiao frowned inwardly. Barbarians will be barbarians, he thought, proposing such an outrageous demand. The woman who just appeared was a member of the Harem.

Displeased in his heart, his face betrayed nothing as he simply inquired, “Which beauty is it?”

“She wore a white short jacket on top and a bright red skirt below, her head adorned with a pair of butterfly-shaped gold hairpins inlaid with jade, her skin fair and her appearance beautiful. I fell in love with her at first sight and wish to marry her as my prince’s consort,” declared Prince Fengbao, dropping to his knees, “Your Highness, I do not know which princess she might be, but I am willing to marry her with the highest rites of Longshi Country.”

Yang Wenxiao, “…She is not a princess, merely the wife of a scholar. She is already married. If Prince Fengbao wishes for a marriage alliance, I suggest choosing someone else.”

“What?”

At Yang Wenxiao’s words, Prince Fengbao’s eyes widened in shock, his triangular eyes bulging.

“She’s already married?!”

“Married,” Yang Wenxiao nodded.

“Might I inquire who she married?” persisted Prince Fengbao.

“No matter whom she married, Daqi does not have the custom of breaking up a marriage just for an alliance,” Yang Wenxiao stated, blocking any arguments Prince Fengbao might have had in anticipation.

Nevertheless, Prince Fengbao was not deterred and said, “Your Highness, considering that my country has always been a vassal and has just sent a precious congratulatory gift, could you not grant me an opportunity?”

Longshi Country had presented a jade dragon over a meter long, carved from a solid block of white jade, lifelike and exquisite. Yang Wenxiao took a liking to it after just one glance.

Having noticed Yang Wenxiao’s fondness, Fengbao kept bringing it up.

Yang Wenxiao’s expression remained unchanged as he asked, “What opportunity?”

“In Longshi Country, there is a custom where if a warrior fancies a married woman, he may challenge her husband. Should he win against the husband, the woman becomes his,” declared Prince Fengbao.

Yang Wenxiao, “…There is such a custom?”

“Men and women coming together should be out of their own free will,” argued Prince Fengbao.

“Then if the scholar’s lady you speak of is unwilling, does that mean your custom is void?” inquired Yang Wenxiao.

“If I win against the husband of the beauty, perhaps she will want to follow me. I am a prince of a nation; as my consort, she would one day be the queen of Longshi Country,” Fengbao said.

Yang Wenxiao’s mouth twitched as if to refuse.

Qingye stood up, bowed to Yang Wenxiao, and said, “Your Highness, why not give Prince Fengbao a chance? Even if he loses, he will be convinced by his defeat.”

“With so many eyes upon us, I am reluctant to damage Prince Fengbao’s face considering he is a prince,” Yang Wenxiao’s smirk faded, and he turned slightly, saying to the guard behind him, “Go ahead, but do not draw blood.”

The guard nodded.

This Prince Fengbao stirred restlessness from the moment he first spoke.

To covet Qiao Xiaomai and even mention some dueling custom.

Hmph.

Prince Fengbao’s face paled upon hearing Yang Wenxiao’s words, but after seeing the guard, his spirits lifted, “Is he your guard? How can a guard’s status compare to the nobility of a prince?”

“Fight first, then talk,” Yang Wenxiao gestured towards the Opera Stage, signaling for the performers to clear the area.

Once the area was cleared, the guard lightly touched his foot down, and like a swallow, he landed upon the Opera Stage dozens of meters away.

He beckoned to Prince Fengbao below with a taunting gesture.