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That night.
Imperial City, Imperial Study Room.
Jingtai sat on the dragon throne with a gloomy expression, his brows tightly furrowed. Just now, Zhang Yantong had come to see him, subtly expressing Chen Yuan's refusal.
He did not want to marry Princess Pingyang; he hoped to gain all status and power through his own efforts.
"Hmph, ignorant fool!"
Jingtai's eyes flashed with ferocity, staring at the table below him, wanting to smash it directly.
Chen Yuan was still the first person to dare defy his holy will. If it weren't for this person's rare talent, with the potential of a True Monarch, if it were anyone else, he would have been outraged and started planning how to deal with them long ago.
But Chen Yuan was, after all, different from ordinary people. His martial arts talent indeed made him somewhat admirable, making him seem qualified to become the battle blade in the hands of the Sima Royal Family.
Moreover... his reputation was very high.
