Chapter 439: Princess Sang Cheng’s Marriage Proposal Plan
At last, after friendly consultations between the two clans,
It was successfully decided that Princess Sang Cheng’s marriage would serve as a temporary alliance condition between the two clans.
The originally tense and nervous people from both sides, who were constantly worried that war might erupt at any moment, finally let out a sigh of relief.
Only Princess Sang Cheng wore a face full of sorrow: “Wait, did no one ask for my opinion?”
“Your opinion doesn’t matter.”
On the cliff, Dragon Mother was still holding Dragon Huan’s hand while giving him some advice, while Long Xiao gently patted Young Master Sang’s shoulder: “What’s important is that you remember this.”
“If my daughter marries into your clan, and you dare let her suffer even a bit, my Demon Clan can tear up the alliance agreement with you at any time! Do you understand?!”
Young Master Sang could only nod, utterly silent.
In reality,
With the inclusion of Myriad Thunder Abyss, the alliance centered around the Demon Cult has now connected all four main holy places.
Not only that, but with the strong support of Floating Splendor Commerce, the Demon Cult can now genuinely be considered the top holy place.
As part of the alliance terms,
Next, the Demon Cult will mobilize all forces from the four holy places, making every effort to locate the whereabouts of the Earth Immortal Treasure.
Everything is for the inevitable impending catastrophe known as the descent of the gods and demons.
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Afterward, Young Master Sang didn’t bother with the trivial matters.
The numerous young elites of the Demon Clan who had been captured were returned as hostages.
Supposedly, Chaya, who had been sealed for over a month, finally broke free and returned to the clan.
I wonder how he felt seeing the sudden shift in attitude from those around him, who now hailed him as the leader.
With the retreat of the Demon Clan, the three clan leaders stayed behind and secretly met with Bai Ming. It seemed they wanted to open a branch of Floating Splendor Commerce within the Demon Clan.
Naturally, Bai Ming was elated with this opportunity to exploit foolish people’s money and eagerly dove into his shady business.
Meanwhile, in the Human Clan, the Sword Flower Palace and the forces of the Holy Kingdom also returned home. However, along the way, Gu Yingmian and Huo Ningxue exchanged glares filled with the scent of gunpowder.
Both looked at Young Master Sang with predatory eyes as if they wanted to devour him whole, causing him to flee in panic without saying much.
The trivial cleanup tasks were completely handed over to Meng Qiyan and Tang Yubbing. Sect Leader Hua Jianglian maintained her status as a hands-off manager and vanished as soon as things wrapped up, not wanting to do any work at all.
Yan Rouwan and Shi Qingyan went to the Sword Flower Palace. One was there to fetch Si Jingzhu, who was still lost in thoughts of waiting for Young Master Sang’s reward, and the other to send Ying Huan, that unfortunate spy, back to the Demon Clan.
Ultimately, the entire wedding procession of the Sang family was left with only Master Yu Xia and Zhang Xiaoying.
And the gloomy-faced Princess Sang Cheng.
“Husband, don’t make that long face.”
As Zhang Xiaoying adjusted Young Master Sang’s attire, satisfied with the big red wedding dress she had carefully chosen, she reminded him: “Returning home after the wedding is a big deal. Why be so downtrodden when the other side is just the Demon Clan’s little princess?”
“Husband should try to look happier so as not to embarrass the Demon Clan.”
Young Master Sang forced a smile that was uglier than crying.
Seeing him with that woeful expression, both Master Yu Xia and Zhang Xiaoying couldn’t help but giggle, covering their mouths.
“Okay~ Husband, marrying the little princess is indeed a joyous occasion, so don’t be so unhappy.”
“When you say that, did you consider,” Young Master Sang said with wide eyes, “that just handling the people in our house is already a handful, and now I have to keep adding more?”
“Right now, every night you all want to divide me into eight pieces, how can I survive?! Even a stallion wouldn’t be subjected to this kind of exploitation!”
Zhang Xiaoying gave him a gentle glare, smiling softly as she soothed, “I know it’s tough for you.”
“But honestly, you’re also relieved, aren’t you?”
She carefully smoothed out each fold of his clothing, speaking softly, “To resolve the conflict between humans and demons peacefully through marriage is the best outcome Husband could have imagined.”
“Don’t think that during the negotiations, you appeared at ease. In fact, you bore the heavy burden of a crisis that could spark a war at any moment. That’s a lot of pressure, right?”
Young Master Sang let out a sigh, resting his head on Zhang Xiaoying’s shoulder wearily.
“Yeah.”
“Honestly, the moment I finished the negotiations, it felt like a massive weight was lifted.”
Despite sounding confident, every step had been perilous.
If he had misjudged the other side’s intentions, or accidentally provoked Long Xiao, things would have spiraled out of control.
If it had really turned into a battle of life and death among the great masters of the realm, the continent itself might be shattered before the descent of the gods and demons.
“…Seriously.”
Young Master Sang buried his face in Zhang Xiaoying’s embrace: “I’m just an unfortunate corporate worker trying to earn a little money to support my family.”
But in the end, while the earnings increased, the family just kept expanding.
It felt like no matter how much he earned, it was never enough; it had become a vicious cycle.
The work kept piling up, and responsibilities grew heavier.
Standing at the negotiation table, he almost forgot how he transitioned from an unknown minor jail interrogator to someone who now controls the fate of the world.
“If only…”
“Next time,” he murmured wearily, “I will just be a straightforward little employee.”
Zhang Xiaoying held him close, gently stroking his hair, her eyes full of concern and affection.
“…Thank you for your hard work, Husband.”
“But you know…”
“I still believe that even if you pretend to say things like ‘it doesn’t concern me’ or ‘I just want to slack off and take care of the family’…”
“Actually…”
Even ignoring everything after this,
During that time at the Punishment Department of the Demon Cult, Zhang Xiaoying merely waited at home, quietly watching Young Master Sang from afar.
She could still see clearly.
“From the very beginning, Husband…
“You’ve always been this kind of person.”
Gentle. Kind.
Who sometimes threw small tantrums and acted spoiled.
Occasionally scheming and holding grudges, yet always unwilling to share negative emotions with those around him, shouldering all the pressure alone.
Wanting to enjoy an easy life, but never able to bear the sight of others’ suffering.
“It’s precisely because of you, Husband, that I, along with Sister Gu, the Sect Leader, and the others, would be willing to entrust our lives to you and stay by your side.”
“This is something only you, Husband, can accomplish.”
Young Master Sang slowly looked up, his eyes filled with emotion.
“Xiaoying, my dear… ooh ooh ooh.”
He buried his face in Zhang Xiaoying’s arms, as if to vent all the grievances and pressures he had been holding onto: “Without you, this family would fall apart!”
“Okay, Husband, stop crying for now. We’ll take it slow at home… If you cry so much that your face gets all messed up, we won’t be able to welcome the little princess later!”
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