Hearing this, Murong Yixuan looked up at him and said in a deep voice: "No one can compare to her!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and strode out.
Murong Bo frowned as he watched him walk away, worried that he would go find Prince Qingteng, but he still followed him out of concern.
Royal family affection is as thin as paper, but he values this son very much. Among his many sons, only he has the best talent. He also hopes that he can achieve great things in the future, so he naturally does not want him to be entangled by matters of parental affection.
The eldest lady of the Feng family, whether she likes it or not, has to become the woman of Prince Qingteng! Only in this way, Yixuan will stop thinking about her and devote himself to cultivation!
Just as Murong Bo worried, Murong Yixuan really found the palace where Prince Qingteng lived. However, there were powerful monks guarding outside his palace, so it was not easy to get in.
"Please tell them that Murong Yixuan wants to see you."
He looked at the cultivator in gray clothes with a strong aura, and his heart sank. He was indeed a man from a powerful country. If he were in Yao Ri, he would be more than qualified to be the head of a clan.
The middle-aged man in gray glanced down at him and said in a cold voice, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is resting and will not see anyone."
Hearing this, Murong Yixuan's face darkened. Just as he was about to step forward, he saw someone holding his shoulder. He turned slightly to the side and saw his father holding him and pushing him behind him. He smiled and said to the middle-aged man, "Haha, I have admired the prince for a long time. When I heard that the prince came to the palace, I wanted to come and pay my respects. I almost disturbed His Royal Highness's rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around to look at Murong Yixuan, who had a gloomy face, and shouted in a deep voice: "Go back quickly!"
"I have something to say to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Please inform him." Murong Yixuan ignored him and looked at the middle-aged man, speaking neither arrogantly nor humbly.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man in gray glanced at Murong Bo, who had an unpleasant expression on his face, and then his eyes fell on Murong Yixuan. After taking a look at him, he said unceremoniously: "You will see him at the banquet tonight. We can talk about anything then. Now, leave immediately!"
"Someone, get the Third Prince out of the palace!"
Murong Bo shouted in a deep voice. Several guards stepped forward, but they did not dare to attack him. Instead, they said respectfully, "Third Prince, please come in!"
Seeing this, Murong Yixuan looked inside with a gloomy face, and said in a deep voice: "Since you can't see Prince Qingteng, let me tell you that Miss Feng Qingge of the Feng Mansion has never agreed to this marriage, so you should stop wasting your time!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he ignored his father's grim expression, flicked his sleeves and strode away.
After hearing this, Murong Bo felt a fire rising from his heart to his head. He wanted to have a good relationship with Qingteng Country, but he was holding them back. This, this is really damnable!
"Haha, don't listen to his nonsense. Tell His Royal Highness the Crown Prince that there is no problem with the marriage, no problem." After apologizing with a smile, he strode away.
After the two men left, the middle-aged man in gray walked in, reported what had just happened to Nie Teng, and then walked out.
After hearing that, the middle-aged man in black who was waiting on the side glanced at his master who was pursing his lips and not speaking, hesitated, and said: "A mere Feng Mansion would not dare to go against our Qingteng Country. What's more, it is her blessing that the master likes her. Whether she is willing or not, she will be the master's woman."