Anyway, he didn't say whose clothes he wanted to take off.

I absolutely deny that I did it on purpose.

You know what, Yang Junjie may be a bit lowly in status, but as the male lead, his looks are really good.

His skin is fair and delicate, and he has all the abs he should have.

But at this moment, his expression is too ugly, dragging his nine-point looks down to seven points.

Because of his extreme embarrassment and anger, his face is pale, his gaze is like spitting fire, as if he wants to eat me alive.

Unfortunately, he's not my match.

Ignoring his fiery gaze, I calmly apologized to the ministers' wives who came to participate in the wedding banquet, then I single-handedly dragged Yang Junjie and prepared to leave.

"This is a disgrace, an absolute disgrace!"

An old courtier with a white beard shook his head and said that my behavior was unacceptable and I didn't deserve to be the prince's consort.

Yang Junjie also snapped out of his grief and anger, roaring for his personal guards to deal with me.

Am I afraid of that?

I swiftly clamped Yang Junjie under my armpit and performed a magic circle of love.

In an instant, the dozen or so guards rushing towards us were all kicked into disarray by Yang Junjie's size 42 stinky feet.

"You're nothing! Save your energy!"

I sneered, paying no attention to the chaotic hall, nor wanting to look at Yang Junjie's nauseating face.

So, I used the red silk that I had used to marry a rooster earlier and tied it around Yang Junjie's waist, hanging this white-faced man on the wall before leaving alone.

Outside was in chaos, but I slept soundly in the bridal chamber.