I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

In front of the Zhuge family mansion, a massive army, like a steel torrent, surrounded the entire mansion, making it impossible to pass through.

Leading the group were Fang Wenshan, with his white hair and beard and an angry expression, and the Jiangnan Prefect, who was dressed in armor and had a solemn expression.

When Chu Feng's figure slowly walked out of the mansion, Fang Wenshan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"It's you? Chu Feng! What are you doing here?!"

"You're the Fifth Prince's teacher?" Chu Feng picked at his ear and said impatiently, "Stop yelling outside, you're disturbing my sleep."

"You!" Fang Wenshan trembled with rage. He pointed at Chu Feng and shouted angrily, "Where is the Fifth Prince? What have you done to him?"

"Oh, him?" Chu Feng shrugged, speaking in a nonchalant tone, "He was accidentally killed."

These words shocked everyone present!

Fang Wenshan and the prefect of Jiangnan were stunned, as if struck by lightning.

"You...you dared...you dared to kill the Fifth Prince?!"

After realizing what was happening, Fang Wenshan pointed at Chu Feng, his voice becoming extremely sharp due to extreme anger.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Chu Feng retorted.

"You've gone mad! You've truly gone mad!" Fang Wenshan was so angry he almost vomited blood. He abruptly turned his head and roared at the Jiangnan Prefect beside him, "Prefect! This scoundrel confessed to murdering a prince in public, a heinous crime! Immediately order the execution of this scoundrel on the spot! Avenge the Fifth Prince!"

The governor of Jiangnan's expression was extremely solemn. He drew his sword from his waist and pointed it at Chu Feng. An aura belonging to a Grandmaster-level expert suddenly erupted.

"You audacious scoundrel! Surrender immediately!"

However, before he could give the order to charge.

Zhuge Qingyun, Zhuge Xuan, and a group of experts from the Zhuge family flashed out from inside the mansion and stood in front of Chu Feng.

"Who dares to touch my master!"

Zhuge Qingyun shouted coldly, releasing his Celestial Realm aura without any concealment.

Zhuge Xuan, standing beside him, unleashed an aura of a martial arts cultivator, overwhelming the tens of thousands of soldiers present and causing many to collapse to their knees.

"What?!"

Fang Wenshan and the prefect of Jiangnan were shocked once again.

"Zhuge Qingyun! Is your Zhuge family plotting a rebellion? How dare you collude with this traitor who murdered the prince?!" Fang Wenshan roared in disbelief.

Just then, Chu Feng's figure flashed past him.

Fang Wenshan felt a chill on his neck as a large, iron-like hand gripped his throat tightly and lifted him up.

"You're talking too much nonsense."

Chu Feng's voice was icy cold and devoid of any emotion.

"Stop!" Upon seeing this, the Prefect of Jiangnan was shocked and immediately shouted, "Chu Feng! Do you know who you are holding? Master Fang is the greatest Confucian scholar of the Great Qian Dynasty, with disciples and friends all over the world! If you dare to lay a finger on him, you will be condemned by all the scholars and literati in the world and your name will be tarnished for ten thousand years!"

"Is that so?"

A cruel smile curled at the corners of Chu Feng's lips.

Click!

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

Fang Wenshan's head drooped limply, his eyes still filled with disbelief.

Chu Feng casually tossed his corpse to the ground, his gaze sweeping over the terrified soldiers and the governor of Jiangnan, his voice indifferent.

"I will kill anyone who insults me."

The governor of Jiangnan was completely stunned. Looking at the corpse of the literary giant of the Great Qian Dynasty on the ground, he felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Just as tensions were running high and the atmosphere froze to freezing point.

The sound of horses' hooves approached.

A group of distinguished warriors, carrying heavy boxes, passed through the chaotic army and arrived at the gate of the mansion.

The leader was a handsome young man dressed in fine clothes, with an arrogant demeanor.

He completely ignored the standoff and walked straight up to Zhuge Yue, revealing what he considered a charming smile.

"Yue'er, I was in seclusion yesterday. As soon as I came out, I heard about your martial arts contest to find a husband, so I came here specially."

As he spoke, he looked at Zhuge Yue with a possessive gaze.

"In this Jiangnan region, besides me, Yun Tianyang, who else is worthy of you? Why bother with this unnecessary martial arts contest to find a husband?"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, took a step back to create distance between herself and the other person, and spoke in a cold voice.

"Young Master Yun, please don't call me Yue'er. We're not that close yet."

The young man known as Yun Tianyang is the young master of Qingyun Sect, the number one sect in Jiangnan and one of the ten major sects of the Great Qian Dynasty.

He didn't care about Zhuge Yue's coldness at all, and instead laughed heartily.

"It's okay, you'll get intimate soon."

He turned to Zhuge Qingyun and said loudly, "Uncle Zhuge, today I bring the full sincerity of my Qingyun Sect to your esteemed household to propose marriage and welcome Yue'er as my wife!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the warriors behind him immediately opened all the large boxes one by one.

In an instant, glittering jewels shot into the sky!

A dazzling array of rare treasures, divine weapons, and precious elixirs dazzled the eye.

However, before Zhuge Qingyun could speak...

A lazy voice came from the side.

"Sorry you're late."

Chu Feng walked to Zhuge Yue's side, put his arm around her soft, slender waist, and breathed into her ear, causing the beauty to tremble.

He grinned as he looked at Yun Tianyang, whose face had instantly darkened.

"Now, Zhuge Yue is my maid."

"If you want to marry her, you'll have to ask for my opinion first."

Upon hearing this, Yun Tianyang's smile froze instantly. He stared intently at Chu Feng, his arrogant eyes filled with disbelief.

"What did you say? A maid? Say it again!"

He almost thought he had misheard.

Who is Zhuge Yue? She is the eldest daughter of the Zhuge family, the most powerful clan in Jiangnan. She is known as the most talented woman in Jiangnan and is a stunning beauty on the list of beauties of the Great Qian Dynasty! She is the woman Yun Tianyang has chosen for him!

Now, this guy who appeared out of nowhere is actually saying that Zhuge Yue is his maid?

This is absolutely the funniest joke in the world!

"I said, she's my maid." Chu Feng picked at his ear, repeated himself, then tightened his grip on Zhuge Yue's slender waist, pulling her soft body closer to his chest. He whispered in her ear, "Don't you think so, my dear Yue'er?"

Zhuge Yue's delicate body trembled violently, and her beautiful face instantly turned bright red. Shame, indignation, humiliation, and embarrassment intertwined, making her wish she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

But when she met Chu Feng's eyes, which were filled with amusement and a smile, she dared not utter a word of rebuttal. She could only lower her head in humiliation and squeeze out a sound as faint as a mosquito's buzz.

"Yes……"

This single word, though spoken softly, clearly reached Yun Tianyang's ears.

Yun Tianyang's face instantly turned ashen, then flushed a deep liver color.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!" he roared, as if he were insane. "Zhuge Yue! Have you gone mad? How could you, the eldest daughter of the prestigious Zhuge family, become someone else's maid? And for him?"

He pointed at Chu Feng, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

"What makes him worthy? Does he even deserve it?!"

Snapped!

A crisp, loud slap suddenly rang out.

Yun Tianyang's roar came to an abrupt halt. He was sent flying by an irresistible force, spinning several times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. Half of his cheek swelled up visibly, leaving a clear five-finger mark, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone stared blankly at the scene, especially the disciples of the Qingyun Sect, who didn't even see how Feng made his move.

Chu Feng slowly withdrew his hand, walked step by step to Yun Tianyang, and under his shocked and angry gaze, stepped on his rather handsome face.

"Am I not worthy?"

Chu Feng applied slight pressure with his feet, rubbing Yun Tianyang's face back and forth on the ground.

"Are you worthy?"