Everyone had no choice but to withdraw from the Royal Court Tree.
"Tch, just a lowly dog, and it really thinks a mangy toad can eat swan meat."
Rui's family walked over, and when they saw Little Zhiyo, they let out a cold snort.
"You're not allowed to talk about Little Zhiyo like that."
Little Wuya hugged Little Zhiyo tightly, looking just like a hen protecting her chick.
"Little cousin, don't be so naive. You are a noble member of the Phoenix Clan. Let me be frank with you: even if you're unwilling, you still have to marry me. Just look at the Ancient Nine Provinces—how many pure-blooded Phoenixes are left? In the whole Phoenix Tribe, besides me, who else is qualified to marry you? You don't believe it, you can ask your father, mother, and your elder brothers. You'd better grow up quickly, marry me early, and give me children."
Rui didn't care at all about Little Wuya's cold attitude. He unabashedly sized her up, then laughed loudly and strode off.
