After Nie Teng glanced at Murong Bo, he looked at the doctor standing beside him and asked in a low and majestic voice: "Can the wound on my face be healed tomorrow?"
Hearing this, the doctor quickly glanced at Nie Teng, and after seeing that he was wearing black ointment on his face, he lowered his eyes and reported respectfully: "Your Highness, the ointment you applied is our Qing Teng's secret medicine Black Spirit Ointment. This medicine is most effective in promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. It won't take until tomorrow. In just a few hours, the redness and bruises on your face will disappear and return to their original appearance."
Hearing this, Murong Bo was secretly envious. It was indeed a sixth-rate great country. Even the medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis was so magical. With a face like that, if he used ordinary medicine, it would take three or two days for the swelling to go down. But after using their black spiritual ointment, it actually took only a few hours. He really wanted to see what kind of spiritual medicine such a magical ointment was made of
After hearing the doctor's words, Nie Teng's gloomy aura finally eased a little. He closed his eyes and ordered, "Have the people below carry the betrothal gifts off the spaceship, and follow me to Feng Mansion to pick up the people at dawn."
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he quickly responded, "Yes!"
Then, he strode out and told the people below his highness's words, asking them to move the betrothal gifts off the spaceship and go to Feng Mansion with their master at daybreak.
In his opinion, if the master ordered them to go to Feng Mansion to pick someone up, then there would be no one they could not pick up!
They were accompanied on this trip by eight Jindan cultivators, four of whom were at the peak of Jindan cultivation. In addition, there were more than a hundred guards accompanying them. They didn't believe that with their strength, they couldn't take away a mere Miss Feng Mansion!
After hearing Nie Teng's instructions, Murong Bo happily bowed and retreated, thinking to himself: This time, no matter how hard the people from the Feng Mansion protect her, they can't stop Nie Teng's determination to take Feng Qingge away!
As long as Feng Qingge is taken away, the Feng Mansion will be without a person in charge. If he adds fuel to the fire, is he still afraid that the Feng Mansion will not fall
Thinking of this, I felt secretly excited and even a smile appeared on my face.
Until the next morning.
On this day, just after dawn, we heard the sound of fireworks going off three times. The loud sound spread across the sky, breaking the tranquility of the early morning in Yunyue City...
When the people in the city came out to watch out of curiosity, they were surprised to see the betrothal gifts being carried to the Feng Mansion, and they all followed the betrothal team to join in the fun. Along the way, everyone talked about it and found out that there were eight immortal cultivators on horseback protecting the luxurious sedan chair carried by the eight guards, and sitting in it was the Crown Prince Nie Teng of Qingteng Country.
"Prince Qingteng is really going to marry Miss Feng as his concubine? Didn't he say that the people in the Feng Mansion disagree? Is he trying to force her to marry him?"
"What's wrong with forced marriage? In this world, the strong are respected. The power of Qingteng Country is so terrible that even the king dares not do anything to them. Do you think the people of Feng Mansion dare to resist? That incident happened last night! They brought the betrothal gifts to Feng Mansion this morning. This is clearly a forced marriage. I think that Prince Qingteng will not give up until he takes Miss Feng into his harem."
"Alas! This is all caused by beauty!"
"Isn't it? Miss Feng is known for her beauty, and now there is no one to protect her. If those powerful people take a fancy to her, can she escape? Everyone knows that she is just a concubine."