Princess Yao Ye's Suicide

The Imperial Capital, Yehua Manor.

Today, Yehua Manor was decorated with lanterns and colored banners, with brilliant red lanterns symbolizing joy hanging everywhere. In the most luxurious and grand hall, the bridal procession from the Mitel Clan had finally arrived.

Seeing the bridal procession arrive, a middle-aged woman in her forties dressed in fine attire quickly stepped forward. With an apologetic expression, she said to Chen Feng, who was sitting on horseback in a bright red wedding robe, "Consort, the Eldest Princess is still putting on her makeup. Please wait a moment longer!"

"It is fine... Go tell Yao Ye that if she does not come out within three minutes, she can make her own way to the wedding later!" Chen Feng shook his head slightly and replied casually.

"This..."

"This servant will go urge her immediately!" Hearing Chen Feng's impolite words, the woman's expression changed. She bowed respectfully and hurriedly ran into the grand hall.

Soon after, she stood before a bedchamber and called out loudly, "Eldest Princess, please hurry! The Consort said that if you are not out in three minutes, you will have to go to the Mitel Clan by yourself!"

"This Chen Feng is too much!"

"Sister, please don't marry him anymore!" As soon as the woman finished speaking, a youthful, furious voice rang out from inside the room. However, the tall, slender figure inside did not respond.

The Eldest Princess held a noble status, but this woman knew well that the consort outside would soon inherit the imperial throne and become the most powerful person in the empire. Caught in the middle, she dared not offend either side, finding herself in an extremely difficult position. Seeing that the Eldest Princess did not reply, she urged her once more and then ran out of the hall to speak soothing words to Chen Feng, but he remained completely unmoved.

"Time is up. Let's head back!" When the three-minute limit ended, Chen Feng ordered the bridal procession to return without any hesitation.

"Consort, wait! The Eldest Princess is out!" Just as Chen Feng was about to turn his horse, a beautiful figure finally appeared at the hall entrance. Beside her was a little girl of about thirteen or fourteen, with an exceptionally exquisite appearance.

The Little Princess, with her delicate looks and royal upbringing, exuded an innate noble aura. A purple silk ribbon tied around her slender waist further accentuated her graceful figure. Though young, she had already begun to show a city-toppling beauty. However, the Little Princess was no longer as cheerful as before; her small face was puffed up, clearly showing her displeasure.

Beside her, Princess Yao Ye, who was a head taller, was not wearing a traditional wedding gown today. Her hair was tied up high, and she wore silver armor, which, combined with her tall, slender figure and cold, glamorous face, exuded an indescribable heroic posture. Years ago, when Yao Ye was young, she had assumed the regency, wearing battle armor to command fifty thousand imperial guards of the capital like her own limbs, so this attire suited her perfectly.

"Halt!" Chen Feng's gaze rested on her cold, glamorous face, which carried a hint of mature allure. He smiled and waved his hand to halt the procession.

"Eldest Princess... please enter the sedan!" At this point, the middle-aged woman no longer cared about Yao Ye's attire and only hurriedly bowed to lead the way.

Yao Ye raised her eyes, looked at Chen Feng expressionlessly, and shook her head slightly. "No need. Prepare a horse for me!"

"This..." The woman hesitated.

The Little Princess standing beside her immediately snapped in anger, "My sister wants to ride a horse, did you not hear? Go prepare it immediately!" Faced with the Little Princess's scolding, the woman was extremely awkward and instinctively turned to look at Chen Feng.

"Prepare horses for them!" Chen Feng curled his lips into a faint smile and ordered calmly.

"Yes, Young Master!" Two guards immediately led two horses before Yao Ye. She and Yao Yue quickly mounted, and the bridal procession set off.

On the way to the Mitel Clan, the bridal procession advanced slowly, attracting countless citizens who stopped to watch. Sitting on her horse, the Little Princess's large, dark eyes occasionally glanced at Chen Feng ahead, her mouth muttering something incomprehensible.

Yao Ye rode parallel to her younger sister, her eyes filled with complexity. After today, she would no longer be the noble Eldest Princess of the empire, but merely one of Chen Feng's concubines. Perhaps this was the last time she would appear before the citizens of the imperial capital in battle armor. But what worried her most was not marrying Chen Feng, but the child of "unknown origin" in her womb.

"Marrying him today, the secret will definitely be exposed... Once the ceremony is over, I will commit suicide right in front of him to preserve my honor..." Yao Ye glanced at Chen Feng's back, silently making up her mind. This was the best way she could think of.

Soon, the group arrived at the Mitel Clan. Under the witness of numerous guests, Chen Feng, Ya Fei, and Yao Ye completed the wedding rituals.

...

As night fell, Chen Feng entered Yao Ye's room carrying the scent of alcohol. Sensing his entry, her cold, glamorous face instantly tensed up.

"Yue'er... once your sister is no longer here, you must take good care of yourself!" Yao Ye thought to herself. Glancing at the staggering Chen Feng approaching, her eyes flashed with determination. Immediately after, she retrieved a sharp dagger from her storage ring and stabbed it toward her own throat without hesitation.

"What is this? Trying to commit suicide again?"

*Whoosh!* The moment the blade appeared, the cold, sharp gleam instantly sobered Chen Feng up. He moved with extreme speed, closing in on Yao Ye in the blink of an eye, and reached out to firmly grab the sharp blade. Under Chen Feng's strength, the dagger could not advance even half an inch.

"Why are you stopping me? Let me die!" Seeing her attempt fail, Yao Ye burst into tears and sobbed.

*Slap!* The moment her words fell, Chen Feng delivered a sharp slap to her face, the crisp sound echoing throughout the room.