Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

Qin Han and Zhou Zhiruo stayed in the room for quite a while.

The two tidied their clothes a bit before coming out. Although she was still a little unhappy, they managed to appease her.

Qin Han thought to himself: It shouldn't be necessary to resort to Zhao Min's trick of snatching the bride during the wedding ceremony now.

As the two reached the corner, they bumped into Zhao Min, who was leaning against a pillar.

Qin Han cursed himself inwardly, thinking that his wish had come true. He had just thought of Zhao Min's past act of kidnapping a bride when he ran into the real Zhao Min.

Zhao Min leaned against a pillar with her arms crossed, her gaze sweeping over Zhou Zhiruo's face, noticing that the other woman's eyes were a little red.

A soft snort escaped from his nose.

"Hey, isn't this Headmaster Zhou of the Emei Sect? What's that in the arms of the groom who's getting married tomorrow? Did he cry?"

Zhou Zhiruo's expression immediately fell, and she pulled away from Qin Han's embrace.

He quickly recalled the tricks this woman used when the six major sects besieged Bright Peak.

His face immediately darkened.

"Zhao Min, watch your mouth!"

Zhao Min didn't take it seriously, and even circled around Zhou Zhiruo halfway.

"Tsk tsk, that's how I talk. If you don't like it, you can leave. The dignified Emei Sect leader crawling into a man's arms, aren't you afraid of being laughed at if word gets out?"

Zhou Zhiruo clenched her back teeth, not knowing why she felt so angry whenever she saw this woman.

She quickly realized something was wrong: What was Zhao Min doing here?

"And what about you? What is the Mongolian princess doing in this backyard? Could it be that she's also here to find a man?"

Zhao Min's expression froze slightly, and she snorted.

"I, the princess, have come to offer congratulatory gifts, unlike some people who rely on crying to give gifts."

Qin Han stood to the side watching the two women, feeling utterly overwhelmed.

Zhou Zhiruo let out a cold snort.

"Sending a congratulatory gift? I think you've come here to offer yourself. It would be a real joke if word got out that a Mongolian princess is practically throwing herself at you."

Zhao Min's face flushed red, and her ears burned. She had come here specifically for Qin Han.

But the fact that this matter was exposed to them in person is a completely different matter.

"Zhou Zhiruo! Say that again and see what happens!!"

Zhou Zhiruo tilted her chin up.

"Fine, I'll say it! You, Zhao Min, are just a gold digger!"

Zhao Min's hands trembled with anger; she felt that she and this woman were truly incompatible.

"You're talking nonsense! Believe me, this princess will tear your mouth apart!"

Zhou Zhiruo took a step forward.

"Come on, do you think I'm afraid of you? Let's see who tears whose mouth apart!"

The two women glared at each other and leaned closer, seemingly about to fight in the corridor, when the maids sweeping in the distance noticed the commotion.

They all shrank back and wisely slipped away.

Qin Han slipped between the two and reached out to put his hand on Zhou Zhiruo's shoulder.

He grabbed Zhao Min's arm with his right hand and pushed her to the sides.

"Stop it, all of you."

Zhou Zhiruo turned her head to look at her with red eyes.

"She insulted me first!"

Zhao Min also stiffened her neck.

"She was the one who said I was throwing myself at her, don't I have any pride?!"

Qin Han genuinely felt that the two women were incompatible; they had barely met twice before, yet they started fighting the moment they met.

Tomorrow is the actual day of my wedding.

All the brides at the mountain resort were waiting in their rooms to get into their bridal sedan chairs.

These two are already fighting like this outside before they even entered the room.

If they were to be placed in the same courtyard in the future, the entire backyard of the Prince's Mansion would probably be in chaos all day long.

Zhao Min swayed her shoulders but couldn't break free from Qin Han's hand, so she simply stopped and turned her head to look at the person next to her.

"Sect Leader Zhou, there's something you might not know. Qin Lang and I have been together for a long time..."

Zhou Zhiruo immediately shut the other person down.

"You've been exchanging glances for a while now, haven't you? What else can your mouth, Zhao Min, do besides boast?"

"Let me tell you, I've been Qin Lang's woman for a long time. He promised to marry me, and he just said it himself!"

Zhao Min's expression fell, and she stared at Qin Han with a resentful look.

"You've agreed to marry her?"

Qin Han had not yet spoken.

Zhou Zhiruo slightly raised her chin.

"No way? That's true, Qin Lang would never say something like that to you. Who do you think you are?"

Zhao Min's chest heaved violently, like a surging wave.

From this point of view alone, Zhao Min is far superior to Zhou Zhiruo; it's clear that her children will never go hungry.

"Qin Han! Give me a straight answer, or this isn't over!"

Qin Han met those reddened eyes and felt a headache coming on. Marrying Zhou Zhiruo was fine, but what about when he was crowned emperor?

Does a mere Emei Sect dare to oppose us?

If the sect leader cannot marry outside the sect, then let's change that rule!

But Zhao Min is different; she'll definitely be facing off against the Mongols in the future.

"I did promise that, but that was..."

The second half of the sentence hadn't even left his mouth yet.

Zhao Min's eyes were red.

"Fine, you agree to marry this stinky nun from the Emei Sect! And what about me? I came all the way from Dadu to Chengdu just to see you marry someone else!"

Hearing this, Zhou Zhiruo, not wanting to let things get any worse, continued to provoke him.

"You came all the way from Dadu just to see someone get married, Zhao Min, have you no shame?"

Zhao Min forcefully shook off Qin Han's hand.

"Zhou Zhiruo, what are you so smug about? If it weren't for Qin Lang saving those useless trash from the six major sects at Wan'an Temple back then..."

You'd be rotting away in a Mongolian prison by now, and you still dare to act arrogantly in front of me, the princess? Who do you think you are!

Zhou Zhiruo was not to be outdone.

"Aren't you just trying to use my gratitude to pressure me? I've given myself to Qin Lang, I can repay his kindness by working like a slave for him."

Unlike you, who flaunts your Mongol princess title all day long, what would you be without that status!

Zhao Min was so angry that she cried, and her lips trembled several times.

"What...what did you say?!"

Zhou Zhiruo hummed twice.

"I'm talking about you!"

The two of them stepped forward at the same time, their clothes clinging together, their chests pressed tightly together.

A clash of thunderbolts!

Qin Han let out a breath; this situation was something he really had to stop.

Given Zhou Zhiruo's current skill level, if she were to face Zhao Min, regardless of who wins, they would definitely be able to completely ransack this courtyard.

His left hand swiftly gripped Zhao Min's shoulder, while his right hand smoothly wrapped around Zhou Zhiruo's waist.

Zhao Min just opened her mouth.

Zhou Zhiruo used her waist to pull herself back.

Qin Han moved even faster, and two crisp slaps rang out in succession.

"Slap! Slap!!"

The redness on Zhao Min's face spread all the way to the base of her neck.

That bastard actually spanked them.

Zhou Zhiruo and Zhao Min had the same expression.

Qin Han released his hand from Xiao's bottom: "Have you had enough? Do you want a couple more slaps?"

The aloof Sect Leader Zhou remained silent in the eyes of outsiders, and the spoiled Mongolian princess also stood obediently.

Qin Han breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed this tactic was still effective against the two women.

"You should both go home and rest tonight. Tomorrow is my wedding day. I promise I will marry you both properly in the future."

Zhao Min bit her lower lip.

"You...you're not lying to me?"

Zhou Zhiruo snorted when she saw Zhao Min's expression.

Zhao Min suddenly turned her head and glared at her.

"What are you laughing at? You got slapped too!!"

Zhou Zhiruo responded very quickly.

"You got a louder beating than I did!"

Zhao Min was angered by Zhou Zhiruo again.

"You're talking nonsense!"

Qin Han just raised his hand.

The two women immediately shut up, glared at each other, and turned their heads away to look at either end of the corridor.

"Go back to your rooms first, and behave."

Zhou Zhiruo lowered her head and hummed in agreement.

Zhao Min also snorted through her nose to get by.

Qin Han finally breathed a sigh of relief; these two living ancestors were truly incompatible.